One hundred and Twenty three

He positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Keeping one hand on her hip, he held her shoulder with the other.

  "When I'm ready for you to come, I'll tell you." He slammed home, groaning as her walls clamped down on him. Buried inside his mate, the aching need in his body eased. But then it exploded.

  James cried out as James began to ruthlessly hammer into her, thrusting hard, driving deep. His pace was feverish, frenzied, and was sending her into that same frenzied state; she was moaning, whimpering, and instinctively pushing back against him. Well, actually, she was trying to push back, but his iron hold prevented her from moving. Still, her attempts earned her a growl and the prick of claws against her skin—James way of telling her to keep still, that he was in control and she'd take what he gave her.