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She sat up onto her knees. He ran his hands through her hair, enjoying the softness of her hair before tilting her face up and planting his mouth on hers. Just one kiss was all it took to ease the stress in his body, each press of her tongue and lips lowering the tension inside him, bringing him closer to relaxation.

Jennifer kneaded his tight arms, using skilled fingers to loosen his muscles. He sighed in relief, finally starting to feel like himself again ... all thanks to her.

She unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers along his tense chest, again kneading the tension free. Meanwhile, he found the tiny spaghetti straps of her nightie and tipped them off her shoulders, letting the small garment fall down her sides and chest, bringing her breasts out into the open.

While they kissed, he took them both in his hands, squeezing them gently to the rhythm of their mouths. Her tongue and mouth moved quicker with her growing need as Mark's thumbs found her nipples. Jennifer moaned into his mouth, and she arched her neck back, letting him kiss down her jaw, her neck ...

"Mark ..." she moaned, the sound shivering through her whole body.

The delightful sound made him growl in response. He nibbled on her neck, earning more sighs and moans while she brought her hands down to his buckle, desperately working at his pants.

"You've been so stressed," she murmured. "It's my job as your wife to help you with that ... why don't you just relax?"

She freed his cock, taking it in her hand and stroking his thick length. Another rumbling growl escaped him at her touch, and he thrust into her hand while he stroked her, letting the animal inside him free. Letting the last of his stress and worries about the goblins fall away. In this moment, it was just the two of them, building up their desire, closer and closer toward bursting.

He lived for the pleasure, that burning heat she gave him. But Jennifer didn't stroke him for long—as soon as he was hardenough for her liking, she dipped her head down, planting a kiss on the tip of his cock.

"Mmm," she said. "That's right, you're starting to feel better, aren't you? But I can see just how worried you are ... I know this will help."

Before Mark could say anything, she wrapped her mouth around him. Waves of warmth shot through him, stoking the flames deep inside his chest. He arched back, pushing his hips into her so he went deeper into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Jennifer," he moaned.

Nothing was better than being with Jennifer ... she knew exactly how to make him sing, as if she were the composer, he the instrument. She rolled her tongue across his length, sending another shuddering cry through him. Mark pushed all the way into her mouth, taking her hair into his hands, keeping the feel of her in his focus as she moved him in and out of her, and he thrust his hips in tune.

He burned from head to toe with need of her. "You're right," he groaned. "This is exactly what I needed."

She sucked him until the fire inside him raged out of control, bringing him close to bursting. His primal wolf energy spiraled through him with each brush of her tongue and lips, each bump against the back of her throat.

Mark's animalistic nature came closer to jumping free, and just as Jennifer let him slip out of her mouth, the wolf inside him leaped free. He pushed her down onto to bed, flipping her over so her ass was in the air.

He smacked her, and she cried out with shocked pleasure as he roughly grabbed her thighs and pulled her against him. Herubbed his wet cock against her pussy, testing to see just how ready she was for him.

"Take me," she moaned. "I need you inside me."

Mark didn't need any more prompting than that. She pushed up onto her hands and knees, arching her back to push into him. He positioned himself to carefully enter her, but she was soaked and he just slipped right in, shoving deeper inside her where it was meant to be.

She squeezed around him, sending a ripple of blazing heat through them both. Mark gripped her hips, holding her ass against his hips so he could push all the way inside. They groaned in unison, her clenching and him throbbing, before he let himself thrust, slapping against her in search of their extreme pleasure.

Jennifer looked over her shoulder back at him, her eyes so filled with trust and love. This was the woman he was meant to be with, the love of his life, his mate. He wanted to confess how he felt about her, to shout from the rooftops just how much he cared about her.

But he knew so much had changed so quickly for her. He didn't want to rush her. And so he would wait until she was ready to hear those words ... or she was ready to say them herself.

She didn't need to say them for him to know how she felt.

Mark slowed his thrusts, making them more slow and deliberate, moving his hips to push against her inner walls at all sorts of amazing angles. From the way she moaned and shuddered, he knew she was loving it just as much as he did.

Each second they were together like this, they came closer to the apex they were searching for. Mark could have finished just like this and they would have both been happy, but hewanted to show her just how much he loved her. So he leaned forward as he slowed his thrusts even more, kissing her spine, her back, up to the back of her neck until he was on top of her, and then he rolled them both onto their sides, bringing her into his arms.

Jennifer's moans deepened when she was lying there beside him, and she wrapped her arms around him. Her nails dug into his forearms, grounding them both in the burning sensation of their lust and pleasure. Their bodies were just vessels for their love and need ... their spirits were linked together, burning like candles from the fire and heat their bodies and love produced.

Warmth turned into raging heat, coiling at the center of Mark's being. Each thrust into Jennifer built them up higher, hotter, more desperate for their ultimate pleasure. Mark could feel it coming: the rush of sensation building up as pinpricks in his arms and legs, his cock. The growl in his throat, rumbling through his chest and into Jennifer's neck.

Her eyes fluttered, and she shifted her head, leaning far enough back for him to kiss her. Tongues and lips burned with the shared heat of their bodies, the heat and smoke rising, embers igniting and combusting.

"Oh god, I can't ..." Jennifer's moans turned sharper, and she bit down on Mark's lip. She shuddered forward, crying out even louder. "Mark, I'm ..."

He felt it. She squeezed around him, pulsing faster and faster around him, pushing him right over the edge, too. He crushed her body against his, holding her close. She was the most important person in this world to him, and there their love blazed like the sun, infinite and never-ending. Hotter than their minds could handle.