Driven by his craving for that skin-to-skin contact where he will feel Cornelia's perky breasts against his chest, James lowered himself, careful to hold most of his weight on his elbows so that he doesn't make her uncomfortable.
The sparks danced over his flesh wherever they touched, and considering the amount of touching surface, he thought that he will come just from this. It was fantastic!
James' hips moved and she gasped when his erection pressed at the cradle of her thighs, two flimsy fabrics didn't provide much padding.
Cornelia dug her fingers in his back and James was never so excited in his life. His mate was right there, under him, pulling him closer while arching her body into his, and it was the best feeling ever!
He wanted to do to her so many things, but in their current situation, it could all be narrowed down to two.
"I want to claim you as mine Cora.", he growled. "I want to mark you."
His lips moved along her jaw, slightly open so that she can feel his teeth.
He nipped on her skin, just below her ear and then he licked her there, and he loved the sensation of her trembling under him; but more than her body accepting him, he needed to hear her say that she was willing.
James lifted his head so that he can see her eyes. "Can I?"
Cornelia opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came because her heart was stuck in her throat. She inhaled forcibly and tried to speak, but again, she was mute.
The pull of their bond was messing with her mind before, and the ceremony made it several folds worse, and now that they were technically naked on the bed, both feeling the bond and accepting each other as soulmates, none of her reasons to hold back seemed important.
Seeing his brows coming together as he searched her face for answers, she nodded fervently.
"Yes.", she forced the word out of her mouth.
"Yes, what?", he asked.
"Yes, mark me, and yes… for the other." Yes, for everything! Why was he making her say all those embarrassing things?
James smiled as he dove to claim her lips in a deep sensual kiss that made her toes curl. He kissed her many times before, but this time it was different. She could feel the anticipation and promises that were hidden behind every move of his tongue.
His hands caressed her body with no reservation. His left hand kneaded her breast, his thumb mischievously flicking her hardened nipple, and his right hand brushed the skin of her stomach, teasing her in circular movements and going slightly lower with each rotation.
With one swift tug, the string around her waist was torn.
Cornelia was dazed from all the kissing, and she opened her eyes when she felt the chill where James used to be. Did he leave the bed again?
No, he was still there. She could feel his hot palms squeezing her thighs.
Cornelia's breath hitched at the sight of James who was sitting on his knees, right between her legs as his heated gaze roamed her body and burned her skin.
His palms were on the inside of her thighs, keeping her legs open for him to see everything.
Cornelia was not used to being so exposed, but somehow, she knew that he truly adored every inch of her body and she let him have that visual treat.
James enjoyed the way her breasts moved as she breathed, those two hard peaks were calling for him louder with every heartbeat, and this time he won't need to hold back.
He admired her curves. Her waist expanded into childbearing hips; lovely legs that were soft and lean, yet not muscular how most of the she-wolves have them. And then there was Cornelia's neatly trimmed pussy that glistened from her juices, and he took a deep breath to inhale her sweet scent of wild berries that was driving him crazy.
That right there was his breaking point, in the middle of lust and madness and knowing that his chocolate-colored Goddess was willing, it was the last straw for him to let go of the brakes.
James crawled back on top of Cornelia and she thought that he will kiss her more, but he stopped advancing when his lips reached her breasts.
Her body arched when he started sucking her nipples harshly, and a surprised gasp escaped her lips when she felt his fingers caressing her clit without any warning.
James growled into her flesh when he felt how wet she was.
His fingers prickled at the point of contact, and he wondered if she could feel those sensational sparks as well, but he kept those questions for later because this was not the time for intellectual conversation.
James had them more than he cared to remember. It was one (sometimes two) per event where such activity was expected.
It was not like they were forcing him into anything, but he was not particularly willing either. He was young and curious, and he let the other party take the lead, to start the process. At that time, he would sit or lay on his back, and women would do most of the work. They thought that he was used to being served, and none of them believed that he was not experienced.
A few parties later, James got plenty of the experience, but his interest dwindled; not because those women were not attractive because they were, and they knew how to please a man. However, James saw the whole act as a way to survive. Most of the future Alphas were enjoying sexual liberties their position allowed them, and James needed to blend into that crowd. He was going through the motions so that his father wouldn't scold him as a non-worthy future Alpha.
Ah, what all he needed to do to create the perfect image of the future Alpha of the Red Moon pack. Well, not perfect... just what his father expected it to be.
There were times when James hated it, he hated himself, but now all that will be put to good use because he was familiar with a woman's body, and right there next to him was a gorgeous, naked, woman's body he wanted to please.
Compared to his previous encounters, intimacy with Cornelia was different.
His body ached for Cornelia. Everything with her was out of this world, but the best part was that she accepted him as her mate. She said that he can claim her and mark her and he was super-nervous at the thought that it was happening.
For Cornelia, it was the first time to be with a man in such an intimate situation, and centuries filled with life experiences didn't prepare her for this tornado of sensations as her every cell came alive.
She tried not to think about the way how James skillfully caressed her body. Considering his age, she thought of him as inexperienced, but his every stroke proved that her assumption was wrong. Or was it just beginner's luck? She didn't believe in coincidences and luck, but before she could think more about it, his finger slipped inside her and curled to hit just the right spot, and her eyes rolled at the back of her head.
