rose petals covered the floor and bed, flickering candle light illuminating every twisted inch of the room. It was a scene from some mushy romance movie but with one difference. It was real and she was the lead actress. Arms wrapped around her waist pulling her back against a hard muscular chest molding her to his hip, dewy silken rose petals brushing against the hallow of her neck. The touch of both sent shivers of desire coursing through her entire body. Nothing could and would ever feel more right then that moment- a moment created out of true love.
"My sweet, you asked me to prove my love to you and that is just what this is. I told you it didn’t matter to me whether you are human, vampire, or wolf...common or royalty. I want you as my mate for my love for you is never dying....never changing."
Spinning around in his arms she peered up into those enchanting eyes he called his own, her vision slightly blurred as she searched through emotions. Could it possibly be true? Could he ant her as his life time mate, his only mater for life? All she found in his smoldering eyes was undying devotion, love and a desire that burnt him to his core. The vampire before her had spoken the truth, he loved her and wanterd her as his for life .Her a common lowly werewolf. With gentle sure hands Trixie reached up and stroked his cheek, being drawn closer to him with every passing moment. No one, human or not could make her melt inside the way that he did even though a union between them was forbidden. Robert was her heart and soul.
"You're willing to leave vampiric society for me? To give up your high privileged life for a wolf that can only love and protect?" she questioned.
His smile was lazy as he bent down and kissed her nose, a hand caressing the nape of her neck. He was sweet, willing and protective of what belonged to him. Could she ask for a better man?
"Aye. I'd even give up my life for you. Please say you'll be mine," he whispered.
Like a bolt of lightening her fingers tore away his shirt throwing the shreds away, her breaths becoming more painful as she noticed a scar across his stomach. Who had dared harm the man she loved.. her mate.. her soul. The scar in it's midst seemed to be his only flaw so far. Absently she ran her fingers through his chest hair, tracing it down to the waist band of his jeans where she was cut off.
"I've always been yours. We've just only realized it."
His lips found hers in a tender passionate kiss that made her truly glad he was holding her up. A possessive howl escaped her lips as the two of them laid down on the bed, rose petals flying everywhere. A night of passion and bonding was ahead of them, mother moon as their guardian.
