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Jennifer writhed with pleasure as he pushed in deeper. With each flick against her inner walls, she moaned again, a chorus of music to his ears. He pushed in deeper, loving the way she squeezed him tighter, desperate for each sensation, big and small. Her ass pushed harder against him, giving him better access to her, but also making his cock throb with need.
She was right there, ready for more of him. Mark swirled inside of her, building up their shared heat with each movement. The connection they shared transcended the physical realm, rising right through their bodies, twining them together on another plane. Their souls were attuned to each other; Jennifer's pleasure was his pleasure, his pleasure was hers.
And their desire ravaged them from the inside out.
With each cry of delight from her, Mark's anticipation rose. He wanted more of her, to be with her the way he shouldbe with his mate. Kissing her neck softly, he fingered her harder, pushing her closer to the edge they both craved.
Her cries became louder, less coherent. She squeezed her thighs around his hand, locking his hand in place. Before he took his own pleasure, she had to reach hers. He twirled his fingers, finding the spot that made her cry out the loudest, pushing her to her limits. And Mark held her as she soared up, crying out as she reached that high point. She quivered against him, leaning on him for support as she convulsed with pleasure.
"M-mark," she moaned, "oh ..."
By the time he withdrew his hand from inside her, Jennifer couldn't stand. He swept her into his arms, kissing her, stealing the sounds of her lingering moans and gasps. Her tongue and lips tried to match the intensity of his need for her, but she was still recovering from her orgasm.
"I'm not done with you yet," Mark said against her lips before laying her on her back on the bed.
With her hips at the edge of the bed, he positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing himself up and down her soaked folds. She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, a spark that showed him she still wanted more. They would always want more of each other ... that was what it meant to be mates.
A growl of pent-up need surged forward, and Mark slipped inside her. Warmth cascaded through him, his insides lit on fire with a thousand different pleasurable sensations. Jennifer's pussy wrapped around him, slowly beginning to satisfy his aching need as he buried himself deeper inside her.
She arched back with a moan, grabbing at the sheets. She groaned something unintelligible, but how she struggled to find words only urged Mark on. He needed more of her, to make her go so mad with pleasure she couldn't see or think straight.
He wanted to be right there with her, both of them so overcome with each other that they couldn't do anything else ...
Jennifer's breasts bounced and swayed as he thrust into her, each slap against her thighs building their pleasure higher, hotter, closer to the eternal flames of their love. Because that was the ultimate dream, wasn't it? To try and find a way to show just how much they meant to each other.
The language didn't exist to describe just how much he loved Jennifer, but with their bodies, uncovering emotions and physical feelings they couldn't describe, they might just come close.
Burning heat filled Mark, and he rose like smoke, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes of his old life, and Jennifer was the one who brought him back to life. He leaned over top of her, slowing his thrusts, bringing in a steady, pleasurable rhythm. Their mouths met, kisses between gasps and eager sighs.
Heat burned behind Mark's eyes, his groin, twisting and burning, desperate to break free. His insides shuddered as Jennifer squeezed around him, and then wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him flat against her. He kissed her neck, his wolf side breaking free and biting her neck as the burning coils inside him snapped. Pleasure exploded through him, intensified by Jennifer's nails digging into his back.
There, in that moment, they were truly one. Fire flew through them both, and they reached the top of the world. Only in the seconds that followed did their motions slow, their gasps quiet, the real world return to them.
Mark cradled Jennifer in his arms, kissing her neck, jaw, lips with the tender care his mate deserved.
"I love you," Jennifer said, breathless, when his mouth found hers again. "I'll love you forever."
He smiled against her mouth. He was the happiest man alive: safe, his pack alive, the woman of his world, his mate, in his arms. It was crazy how in a short week, he went from slowly coming out of his shell to this. His past was behind him, and the future ahead ... it seemed almost too good to be true.
"I love you too," he said. "And with each passing day, I'll love you even more ..."
Chapter 15 – Jennifer
"It's official," Dr. Variety said, putting her clipboard down. "The cancer is in full remission—you're in the clear, Mrs. Wright."
Jennifer screamed with happiness, hugging and squeezing Arabelle tightly. Tears pooled in both of their eyes, to finally know for sure that her mom was going to live.
"Careful, Jenny," Arabelle said. "You have the baby to think about."
Jennifer giggled and let her mom go. She placed a hand on her rounding belly, where her and Mark's first baby was slowly preparing to enter the world. She was five months along and already starting to lose her balance with how big her little one was getting inside her, but she wanted to believe that her child would want to hug his or her grandma, too.
After months of treatment with Dr. Variety's care and the new experimental pills, it seemed that Jennifer had nothing to worry about at all. Her mom wasn't going anywhere, and her child would have a grandma.
With the cancer gone, Arabelle could start living her life again.
"It seems like I won't need to stick around here much longer," Arabelle said, standing up from her chair. She wore a warm woolly sweater on account of the snow outside. "Maybe I'll open a shop in the city, just like before Dad left us."
Jennifer smiled. "That's such a great idea." The baby kicked, and she placed a hand on her belly to feel the vibrations. "Maybe I can help once the baby is born."
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