A/N: This was an old fic I resurrected… if you want me to continue, please review…

Passion

"I think I'm in love," she thought, as he carried her from the living room into his bedroom, holding her with a gentleness she'd thought he didn't posses. Once there, he was back to business as threw her on the bed roughly, straddling her hips.

He began by taking off her top slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin from her stomach to her breasts, as the top was thrown into another corner of the room, almost anxiously. His hands roamed freely over her skin, from every curve, to her back and then her face, caressing her cheeks looking deeply in her eyes. In those eyes she saw something she'd thought he'd never feel for her... desire. His eyes roamed her now partially exposed body with an almost animalistic rush, almost as if he wanted to trap her. And trap her he was doing. With every caress and every kiss, she knew inside she was losing an internal battle. What had started as some dreams, crush-like fantasies, had turned into a true lust and love for the man above her. She knew there was no turning back; she just wanted a chance to return the favor.

Looking into her eyes he knew immediately that this was why he had never chosen a mate early... he had somehow felt like he hadn't discovered her yet, and he was right. Already her semi-exposed body drew him towards her with fascination and desire. Growling softly, he began to take of her bra, not caring that he had ripped it into shreds. Now exposed to his disposal were two ivory mounds, to which he promptly began to kiss, circling closer and closer to her nipple. And when he finally nipped at the now aroused nipple, he bit into it hard, then soothed the bud with his tongue, suckling her wantonly. She moaned, getting aroused by his behavior, but "He's going so damn slow!" she thought angrily. By now, he had moved his mouth to her other breast after kissing the valley between her breasts. His hand slowly slid up her inner thigh, unbuttoning her jeans and throwing away her panties rather quickly, his hand immediately slid down to her wet entrance, plunging in immediately.

She cried out immediately as she felt him move his fingers within her, stroking her insides thoroughly, leaving no question in her mind as to what he had planned for her after he was through "fooling around." His fingers moved insider her deftly, making waves of pleasure flow through her with every stroke. Suddenly, she thought with despair, "Why won't he let me touch him? Is he afraid of me or does he want control like always? I can't let him win, not this time..." she answered herself defiantly. Her hands tore at his clothes forcefully causing him to look up at her face. She smirked evilly, then tore his shirt off, her nails scratching his chest devilishly. She looked at his perfectly muscled chest, gasping as she saw the perfect man before her. Without hesitation, she kissed his breast, swirling her tongue around the small nubs. He groaned, not knowing until now that he had a sensation there. He growled fiercely and then resumed his exploration of her womanhood, this time with both his tongue and his finger....

She could only cry out in ecstasy at the sensations he invoked in her. Every movement of his finger or his tongue she could feel, and it felt glorious. Just like the last time had been. "No! I WON'T lose control, he will!!!" she thought viciously. And she knew just how to do it. Gently, she slid her hand down his back caressing the firm muscles until she reached his tail. Grasping it with her hand, she gave it a long, thorough stroke as she brought it up to her mouth and licked it. He looked at her, his eyes full of passion, desire and ... danger. He was telling her that now she was in dangerous waters.

"If you continue that," he stated hoarsely, trying desperately to keep his voice calm, "I will lose what little control I have left." He took her hand and placed it on his arousal letting her know he was more than ready to take her. Instead, she unzipped his trousers, letting herself see all of his god-like physique from his handsome face to his masculine body. She grabbed his arousal and rubbed passionately, feeling it throb in her hand. Drawing his tail from her hand, he plunged it into her wetness, inserting it deep inside her, using his tongue as well as his fingers. "Oh Kami, where did he learn to do that?" she asked herself not really caring... her thoughts were becoming more and more incoherent as she said one last thing," I want you inside me now, and for the rest of the night... fuck me!!"

And that was all the motivation he needed. Groaning, he thrust into her forcefully, drawing a scream from her lips as he thrust again even more violently. He kissed her fervently putting into the kiss all of the desire he felt for her. She wasn't satisfied and immediately grabbed his tail again using it to stroke her nipples... only there and then did he, for the first time ever, lose some control and let instinct take over. He moved inside her as if she were the last woman on Earth, plunging into her wetness over and over again, as she screamed her ecstasy to him. As he felt her climax, he lost himself for one brief second inside her warmth and roared his pleasure to the world.

Slowly, she came back to reality after several long minutes. He was absolutely perfect.

Author's Notes: If your were reading this story carefully, you will notice that I didn't mention the name of the couple in the story. Now if you want a certain couple, write your request in your review... the couple with the most votes will be the couple placed in the story, whereas I will do a prologue to this encounter and if you want... more lemon....

Always a Lady,

Lady Goldmoon