Cornelia had no idea how long it lasted. A minute? Three? Ten?
James was kissing her neck and growled lowly while stroking her down there, she could feel the heat of his body splashing on hers, and the familiar pressure in her core was building at an alarming rate.
Now that they were on the bed like this, Cornelia wondered why she hesitated to indulge in this intimacy so far. Even if James didn't feel the bond fully, he was still attracted to her, and the sensation of his skin on hers was out of this world.
Cornelia touched herself many times before, but it was never this intense, and if this was the introduction to the pleasures to come, Cornelia was eager to welcome her mate with her arms (and legs) open wide.
Her body tensed and James swallowed her scream without stopping the movements of his fingers that caressed her intimate parts relentlessly.
He loved seeing her like that, unrestrained, lost in lust, gasping for air, because of something he did. Was it possible that she became more beautiful?
Cornelia's chest heaved as she blinked to focus her vision only to see James licking a see-through slimy substance that stretched between his fingers. Did that come from her? How embarrassing.
James smiled wickedly. "You are delicious, Cora." He regretted using his fingers instead of his tongue. Next time.
He never went down on a woman before, but he was confident that it will be good for both of them because she tasted of sweet wild berries, his favorite, and he would lick her until she collapses from orgasms.
James went back on top of Cornelia to settle between her legs, and his lips hovered above hers.
"Last chance to stop me, Cora", he said, and he really hoped she won't do it.
Cornelia was touched that he was still giving her a choice and showing her that he cared.
Her hands moved lower on his back, and he felt her thumbs hooking on the string that was around his waist. The cloth hitched to the side, and it was on his hip now, but it was still a symbol to remind them that there were obstructions between them.
With one swift tug from Cornelia, the fabric gave in and both of them were now completely naked.
She looked him in the eyes as her insides trembled from the anticipation of what was to come.
"I love you, James.", she spoke against his lips, and before he answered, she kissed him.
He couldn't respond to her confession without breaking the kiss, and he didn't want to break it. After all, he had the rest of his life to tell her how much he loves her, or even better… he will show her.
Their kisses morphed from sweet and slow into fervent and passionate, but they didn't stop; not when he was grinding against her to spread her juices over his shaft, not when she felt the pressure increasing, and not when her insides stretched to accommodate his length… he swallowed her gasps and moans and inhaled her cries, and they were one.
James groaned when he was all the way inside her. She was tight and hot and all around his cock, and there were mind-blowing sparks, and he wondered if he came already. It was that good.
A surge of energy swelled in his chest, and he broke the kiss abruptly as his head jerked to look at the ceiling.
"AWOOOO!"
His deafening howl shook the windows, and some of the glass panels cracked.
James looked down at the woman under him, to see that her eyes were full of tears. He thought that she was in pain, or maybe his howl disturbed her, but her unfocused gaze was on him, and she was smiling a little.
James kissed Cornelia's tears away and started rocking into her, groaning with every push and silently congratulating himself that he didn't come already.
He loved that her hips moved in the rhythm he set, and her gasps and moans were music to his ears.
That was his chocolate-colored Goddess right there, under him, welcoming him. It was surreal.
They were both delirious as their bond grew stronger, allowing them to sense each other's emotions a bit more with every sway of their bodies.
None of them used any particular technique as they moved on an instinct, an instinct to merge with mate, and James somehow knew exactly where and when to kiss and lick as his fangs itched to come out and mark her.
"Oh, James…", she moaned, and his lust level rose further, urging him to move faster.
Damn, she felt good. This was the best! No wonder newly-mated couples don't come out of seclusion for days. He didn't want this to stop. Ever!
"Fuck, Cora!", he cursed loudly. "You are perfect. You are mine!"
He gripped her hip and started thrusting into her with more urgency, and the outrageous sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
James groaned when Cornelia's fingers dug into his back and he felt her insides coiling around his cock in rhythmical pulses, and he knew that was it.
His fangs sank into her flesh, and Cornelia trembled under him as orgasm trashed her insides.
James' unintelligible sounds were muffled in her neck as he filled her with his venom and with his seed at the same time, the pleasure was so overwhelming that he feared he might pass out.
James knew it was done. The marking was complete, and their movements were jerky from the aftershocks of their orgasm, but they were reluctant to stop because they wanted this to go on forever.
The sensation of belonging enveloped two bodies. It was euphoric.
James licked her neck while relishing the fact that he marked his mate. She was his. Irrevocably. It was beyond fantastic.
With this, James confirmed that the stories were right: sex with the mate was the best thing ever. Probably because it was not sex, it was making love, or it would be better to call it making forever since it went beyond physical gratification as two souls merged into one.
James looked at her flushed face and grinned foolishly.
"You are mine", he said.
"Yours", she confirmed.
"Only mine."
She smiled. "There is no one else, Jay. Only you, and it will always be only you."
He liked that. He liked it a lot.
His tongue darted to moisten his lips before he asked, "How are you feeling?"
She hesitated to answer, and he could see her cheeks darkening as she glanced down to the point where their bodies were connected. He was still inside her.
"I am fine."
James chuckled. "I was asking about your neck."
"Oh…" Cornelia thought how she made a fool of herself. Yasmin told her how werewolves were insatiable, and she assumed that James was asking if it was OK to go for the second round. Did he think of her as lewd now? How embarrassing. "My neck is fine also."
"Cora, Cora, Cora…", James chanted. "Do you know how happy I am?"
Her lips lifted into a smile. "Tell me about it."
James' eyes flashed with mischief. "How about I show you?"
His hips moved, and she gasped into his mouth.
She was still sensitive from what they did, but instead of giving her a breather, James was picking up his pace and Cornelia gripped his shoulders because she knew that her mate was aching for her and now that they mated and his venom was coursing through her system, she had no intention of denying him what was his.
