Mark wanted Jennifer in the shower, and if it hadn't been for the blood, he would have helped himself to her.
Instead, he waited until the water was off. He toweled himself off, and when she turned away, drying her back, he came up behind her, pulling her soft, supple form against his muscular body. The towel fell to the floor between them, and Mark enjoyed the feel of her nakedness pressed against him.
His cock, already hard, pressed between her ass cheeks, where he ground against her. She moaned and arched against him.
"Have I ever told you what an amazing body you have?" Mark said.
"No, but I like where you're going with this ..." Jennifer moaned again when he kissed her neck.
"I love your neck." He ran his hands up her stomach, taking her perfect breasts in his hands. "Your breasts"—he pinched her nipples, and she shivered in his hold—"your nipples."
He kneaded her breasts. slowly working her up from quiet panting to louder moans, cries of eagerness.
Just like him, she wanted more ... but Mark was enjoying himself, keeping her at the ready.
Now that there were no treasure goblins out there, at least not any that would be coming after him any time soon .
.. he had all the time in the world. And he planned to take it—starting with spending as much time as he needed to properly worship Jennifer's body.
His wife, his mate, the love of his life.
He wasn't in any rush to have his way with her. They had a whole lifetime of that ahead of them. But now, basking in his victory, their confession of love, he wanted to be slow, careful, to enjoy every moment.
"What else?" Jennifer gasped.
"Mmm." He pushed against her butt again.
"Your ass." He released his hold on her breasts, leaving her shivering by the time he was done with her.
His hands traveled downward, where he squeezed her thighs.
"Your thighs ..." And he spread them apart, a finger roamed in search of the precious territory hidden within.
He found what he was looking for, and she gasped, squirming in his hold.
"Your clit ..." Slipping his finger further between her folds, a groan escaped Jennifer, turning into a gasp when he found her entrance.
He twirled it around the edges before pushing inside. "Your pussy."
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 should be 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 ..."