POV - James
My hands lingered at her waist, and the air between us thickened until it was almost impossible to breathe. Every second felt like a slow unraveling of restraint. She was warm beneath my touch, her heartbeat quick and uncertain against mine.
I could feel the tremor in her as we moved together — a rhythm that wasn't planned but felt inevitable. The firelight caught her skin, turning it to gold, and for a moment I forgot everything but the way she fit against me.
The kiss deepened, slow and consuming, a pull neither of us could fight. She leaned closer, and the space between us vanished. My fingers followed the curve of her, learning her shape through the lightest of touches — reverent, careful, as though I was afraid to break the spell we had fallen under.
She answered me with a soft breath against my mouth, a quiet sound that felt like surrender. We parted only for air, but even that felt like too much distance.
When I looked at her again, her eyes held that same wild, unspoken fire that was burning in me. It was more than attraction — it was gravity, fate, something written long before either of us knew the other existed
With her sitting on my lap, I trembled with nerves and desire.
My wolf was restless. He wanted her as much as I did. But I had to be gentle, tender.
Slowly, almost reverently, my hands travelled from her waist to her jawline — a hesitant, trembling path that felt like tracing the edge of sin.
Then, while one of my hands settled behind her neck, deepening the kiss and almost trying to ensure she wouldn't run away from me, my other hand slowly descended, tracing the path between her neck and her belly, right below her chest.
I felt her body tremble — not from nerves, but from the same force that was undoing me.
She didn't know what it was... But I knew, we were destined. And the contact between destined mates was insane. My hand, very slowly, caressed that area.
She trembled against me, her kiss saying everything words never could — she wanted me, as fiercely as I wanted her.
My hands couldn't take it anymore; I had to touch her. All I wanted to do was draw a map of her body in my mind. This woman is perfect. This isn't possible. I knew, in theory, that being with our destined mate was madness, insane. But this was beyond words. This was the edge of the cliff.
My hands go from her stomach to her thighs, caressing them, feeling her through the fabric. In the midst of that tense, almost unbreathable atmosphere
I pull back just enough to see her face, my breath still tangled with hers.
"Elena," I whisper, my voice rougher than I intend, "if you ever feel I'm being too forward — too much — tell me. I mean it."
I search her eyes, needing her to see the truth.
"I would never want you to think I'm crossing a line, or that you owe me anything because I'm your boss. I'm not him right now."
A pause. My heart feels too loud.
"I'm just James. A man who's completely, helplessly in love with you… and who only wants that love to be real. If this feels too fast, or not right, say it — I'll stop. I swear."
My thumb grazes her cheek, soft, reverent.
"More than anything, I want you to know I respect you."
For a heartbeat, she said nothing.
Only the sound of the rain filled the room — soft, steady, like the world itself was holding its breath.
Then Elena looked up at me. Her eyes — wide, luminous, fierce — met mine, and something in them had changed. The hesitation was gone.
Her hand came to rest against my cheek, her touch sure and trembling all at once.
"James," she whispered, her voice low but steady, "if you were being too forward, I would've stopped you long ago."
The words struck something deep inside me.
She took a breath, as if gathering courage, and her next words came out stronger — like a confession wrapped in fire.
"You're not just my boss to me. You're the man I think about when I wake up. The man I can't stop thinking about no matter how hard I try. And right now…" she paused, eyes flickering to my lips before meeting my gaze again, "I don't want you to stop."
I could barely move. Her honesty hit me harder than any force I'd ever known.
She smiled faintly then — soft, shy, but radiant in a way that made my chest tighten. "You make me feel… alive. Seen. And for once, I don't want to be careful."
The wolf inside me went utterly still, listening, reverent.
Her hand slid down to my chest, resting over my heartbeat. "So no, you're not being too forward, James. You're just being honest. And I want that. I want you."
The room felt smaller suddenly, the air thicker — the fire reflecting in her eyes, the storm outside echoing the one between us.
And as I looked at her, I realized I'd never seen anyone so beautiful, so certain, so impossibly right.
I couldn't hold back anymore. My heart felt as if it might burst from my chest — each beat loud, wild, desperate. I could feel hers too, answering mine, the same frantic rhythm echoing between us. Her breath came fast and shallow, trembling with longing.
She had just said she wanted me… and I wanted her just as fiercely. There was no turning back now.
My hands found her, steadying her as the world seemed to tilt. In one breathless motion we shifted, and she was beneath me — the air between us charged, unsteady. For a heartbeat she froze, her breath caught somewhere between surprise and longing. The look in her eyes — fierce, searching — left me utterly undone. Thought vanished, replaced by the rush of heat, of need, of something far beyond control.
In a delicate but sensual movement, I slightly pull up her dress, revealing nothing immediately... Just so I could settle on top of her, between her legs.
I carefully lie on top of her, while one of my hands caresses her cheek as I kiss her passionately.
The other travels, shamelessly, with only the desire of a man who can't take it anymore, to her thigh. Searching for the entrance beneath her dress. Slowly, almost as if giving her time to regret it, or ask me to stop, my hand wanders over her thigh. Wow, I've never felt such soft skin. This woman was made for me.
My wolf can only think: Thank you, Moon Goddess!
I feel my manhood.. I was so hard it physically hurt.
Slowly, very slowly, while kissing her, I pull her dress up, leaving it around her waist. Revealing those perfect black lace panties. A thong. Oh my god, this woman is going to tear me apart. In a second, I sit up again, pulling her on top of me. I want to touch her, I want to tear apart every piece of clothing on her body.
With her sitting on my lap, her dress around her waist, exposing all her skin from the waist down. I lean back slightly, letting my full weight rest against the sofa cushions, and pull her completely against me. Without ever breaking the delicate, passionate kiss that unites us. I press her against me as tightly as I can, until it's physically impossible for us to be any closer, any closer. And she feels it. She feels my manhood, hard. Pulsing against her, beating just below her belly button. She freezes, nervous. I feel it. A mix of confidence, desire, and nervousness. Good thing, because I'm feeling the same way. One of my hands moves up to her breast, caressing slowly, while the other hand gently, delicately slips under the side of her thong. I feel the air leaking from her lungs.
I need her the way lungs crave air — desperately, endlessly, as if without her I would suffocate.
I drew back from her lips, breathless, and without thinking, guided her gently onto my lap. I hadn't asked — I should have — but reason was a distant thing now. All I could think about was her, the nearness of her, the way she fit so perfectly against me. I could feel the tension in her body — nerves, yes, but something deeper too. Want. The same wild, trembling want that was burning through me. And in that moment, I knew… she wanted this just as much as I did.
I lay her down on my bed, slowly.
My hands spread her legs to make room for me. I take off my blouse in milliseconds, and I see her eyes, nervously tracing their way down my bare torso. I position myself on top of her, my manhood pulsing between us. Slowly, I give her a passionate kiss, while my hands search for a way to remove her dress. The only thing I can hear is her heart beating incessantly and her panting breath, as wild as my own.
I carefully remove her dress, and I can't contain my gaze of desire and lust as I stare at the woman beneath me.
Her lingerie... black, perfect, sexy. My god, this woman is destroying me. I can't keep calm. I want to claim her. My fangs almost expose themselves against my will.
My hands travel all over her body.
My wolf only says: She's ours. Claim her.
I feel her hands travel from my shoulders to my chest... Until they reach my belt. My god. I stop breathing. Nervously, I feel her unfasten my belt. Her waist moves against me. As I kiss her, one hand on her face and the other caressing her thigh, she unbuttons the button on my pants and pulls the zipper down. I help her and take off my pants. Right now, her lingerie and my boxers are like walls. But the heat of my body against hers is surreal. I can't believe this is happening. I feel blessed and cursed all at the same time. How is it possible to feel this way about someone?