James was overwhelmed by the surges of desire that swelled within him.
His wolf was stirring and urging him to claim the female that stood in front of him.
James' throat was dry like he crossed many deserts without a single drop of water, and Cornelia was the water of life who could quench his thirst. He really wanted to consume her completely until they meld to become one.
His heart thundered in the rhythm of her name. Cornelia. Cora. His mate. His. HIS!
James was aware that Cornelia was several centuries old, but at that moment her eyes full of concern and love made her appear like an unspoiled delicate maiden who was oblivious of the savagery males were capable of. Males, like him. Would his touch desecrate her beauty?
