Cornelia's POV
The words tumbled from my lips in a breathless plea. "Mark me?" The question dissolved into a moan as David drove into me with deliberate force, his breath harsh against my skin. "Claim me?"
His response came as a low growl. "Yes." His hands released mine, trailing down my body with possessive intent until he reached my thigh. His fingers traced patterns on my skin before he lifted my leg, bending it upward as he pressed closer, his chest flush against mine. "Yes, Cornelia. A thousand times yes."
The intensity in his voice made my pulse race, but I needed more than just words. "What does that actually mean, David?" My nails found purchase on his back, dragging across the taut muscles as I searched his face. "Tell me. I need to know."
