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Chapter 1

I'm going to do it. I mean it this time.

It's been in my mind since I was put into Pet's body. Now, I'm free to do it. I couldn't have done it in Melanie's body; it wouldn't have been fair to her. Now, I have a body that is mine, and only mine….and now, I want to give it to Ian. Completely. Ian loves me, and I love him; now I want to prove it. Physically.

My heart is beating out of my chest. Everyone else in the caves is already in bed as Ian and I walk hand in hand to our room. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ian smiling at me. He's seeing me blush.

"What's wrong, Wanda?"

"What? Uh…nothing." Which is a lie, and he knows it.

I pause when we reach the two doors propped up against the opening to our room.

"Ian?"

He turns those stunning blue eyes to me, knocking me breathless.

"I love you.."

"I love you, too." he cocks an eyebrow, confused.

I take a deep breath and lead him in the room by the hand. Here we go. I turn around to kiss him, putting my hands on his chest. He seems surprised, but please and he kisses me back heavily. I nudge his lips open with my tongue. His meets mine eagerly as his hand creeps around to the small of my back.
When we come up for air, I step back from him, keeping his hand.

"Ian," I whisper.

My blush returns, and my eyes cast downward. God, this is embarrassing.

"I was wondering if we could try something new tonight?" I say so quietly it's a wonder he heard me. But he did.

He comes closer to me. Ian pulls my chin up with his finger to meet his eyes. His face is gentle, his intimate gaze makes my knees weak. "What?" he whispers back. Instead I of answering, I kiss him again. Hotter, heavier this time. My hands pull off his gray T-shirt and trace the contours of his chest and stomach. He seems to understand now, because his strong hands go to my back to pull my shirt over my head. Ian's lips find my neck and work their way down to my breasts, making my head tilt back and a moan escapes my lips. Ian must have liked my moans, because he growls in return. His kisses move from my breasts as his kneels down in front of me, kissing my stomach as he fumbles with the snap on my jeans. My fingers wind their way through his thick black hair and I moan again. My jeans fall to my ankles, and Ian stands, kissing my lips again. After I unbutton his pants, he unhooks my bra and leads me to the bed. I push him down to the mattress and lay on top of him, grinding my hips against his hardness.

"Oh, Wanda," he groans. "Wanda,"

My hands move down his chest to his stomach 'til they find the waistband of his boxers. I pull them off and toss them to the corner of the room. I lay back down on top of him, biting his lips as I kiss him. I reach my hand down to run my fingers through the curly brown swirls below his waist. He catches my hand and rolls me over onto my back. Ian leans up to pull my panties down. Now completely naked, he nudges my legs apart and settles between them. He kisses my lips, his tongue dances with mine, his hands explore my waist, my hips, my thighs, and rests them between my legs. Ian slides his fingers into me. I moan Ian's name loudly, and he cuts me off with a kiss. He slides his fingers in and out of me, leaving me breathless. Just when I think I can take it no longer, he pulls his fingers out of me. Ian pulls his lips away from mine and cups my cheek; we are both panting, looking each other in the eyes. His sapphire eyes, darkened with desire, are gentle and warm.

"You're sure about this?" he gasps. "Really sure? I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do."

"Ian," I pant, "I'm in love with you, and I want to make love to you tonight."

Ian cracks a smile and laughs, and kisses me deeply. "You'll tell me if I'm hurting you, won't you? I'll stop if I'm hurting you."

I smile at his concern and kiss him lightly on the lips. "Always the gentleman." I kiss him again. "I'll be fine, baby. I promise."

All of a sudden, he looks nervous. "Are you ready?" I kiss his forehead, "More than ready," I whisper. Ian takes a deep breath and reaches down to guide himself into me. I take in a sharp breath and grunt once, biting my lip. I knew it would hurt, but ow!

"Wanda? Are you alright?" the worry is thick in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just keep going." I give him a kiss to reassure him. He rests his hand on my neck and parts my lips with his tongue as he thrusts his hips against mine.