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-Prologue-

January 16, 2002

Forks, Washington

The night stilled in silence as the subtly of gasps seemed louder than they truly where. Two strangers only knowing each other for a mere few hours became soon tangled in the wraps of harsh fabrics from a downgrading hotel room. After undoing the last remainder button of her blouse, he lowered down once he opened the blouse's sides to reveal the black cottoned bra. Producing bites through the padded cup, the woman moaned softly in pleasure at the affection.

Coiling his moist muscle around the snap relaxed in the cleavage, he bit down to tug the clasp open. Sending his tender hands with prior battle wounds of the latest events he occurred before they met over her breasts, producing the cups to trail backwards in a soft flip to reveal the flushing pink nipples of pastel on her ice cold and white skin of complexion. "You're so cold," he whispered in a gasp to the astonishment coloring his face. "And you're so warm…" An angelic bell of a chime said in reply, that same bell of enchantment that drew him in hours before.

Closing his eyes to cover his vibrant green of emeralds, he sent his hands down to undo the belt wrapped in her jeans' waistline as his mouth gently nursed one of her nipples into his mouth. Suckling it and this in reaction, made the young woman's golden of topaz eyes roll in the back of her head as she moaned softly. Sending her small hand to tangle in his soft dark brown of hair, she produced a gentle tug in a silent gesture for a continuance.

The echoing of her pant zipper trailing down created the woman to get eager in knowledge of what's slowly approaching. Planting her bare feet on the mattress, she hiked her bottom up to help with the man's attempts to pull her jeans down. Succeeding, he let the rough denim of fabric trail off the bed to greet the floor in a subtle thud.

As the hunter admired his prey for a few moments in awe, the young woman cracked a small smile through her soft looking lips. "Let's get these clothes out of the way, sweetheart…" she purred as her hands reached for a firm grip on the black shirt's hem, and tugged it off with his help. As she slide cold hands down the bare flesh to trace the contours in his muscles, the man shuddered in pleasure. With his heated flesh and her cold flesh, it created the perfect contrast between the two, making this moment all the more perfect.

The man reached down and unfastened his belt, the jingle sound of the metal echoing off the spacious quiet room. With the help of the woman, the jeans were unfastened and soon the hunter was stripped bare while his remainder of clothing greeting hers on the carpeted floor.

Now going to a newer position, the hunter leaned on the side as his hand trailed down her hips and casting over her wanting sex. As he kept their eyes locked, his forefinger founded the lips and wedged between the ice cold skin into a more cooler and freezing place, yet wetting by his mere greeting. She gasped as his finger grazed her clit, sending mild surges of pleasure briefly up her body. "Like that?" His rough husky of voice rang in her ears.

In a whimper, all the woman could do was nod her head in response as he continued to mingle his finger along the spot. "Oh God…that feels – so good…" Her voice whispered out as she moved along with the finger in a desiring want that was slowly growing.

As he added another finger to comingle with the other, he teased the clit more, making his prey moan louder as she hitched in breath. Gasping, her hand grabbed a breast to apply a firm squeeze to add with the teasing he was producing below. His hungry eyes that were slowly glazing with lust watched on. Biting his bottom lip at the arousing sight, he drew his fingers out of the wet entry once to hover once more over the small figure. Knowing what was coming, the woman licked her lips as she smirked in anxiety.

Taking his aim at his target, he slowly pushed his hard organ inside the woman, corrupting her innocence as he stretched her painfully in his width. Arching up as she clutched the bed sheets in small tight fists, the woman's eyes closed tightly as she opened her mouth to scream, but it was stuck in her throat, making it come out in hiccups of crackling breaths.

Grinning on with pride, the hunter took the first thrust in, immediately she began to pulsate harshly around him, tightening his tunnel-way into a tight fit. As he leaned down to capture her lips, they soon did a fighting battle in crushing like bricks into the others, swelling the plumped lips in process.

His thrusts increased in tempo as he corrupted her innocence all the more. Wetting more from the thrusts, she soon heard the slapping of skin grazing skin with a moisturizing substance. Pulling back from his lips, she whimpered more only louder. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clawed his shoulder blades till bled and staining her fingernails. This in response created the man to groan as he tensed, but went to his own kinks and bit her neck in hopes of it bleeding, yet it never did. Her skin was almost hard as stone as he tried biting.

Suspicions ran through the hunter's features as he looked at the moaning and pleased woman under him.

Before he could have a chance in registration, he was on his back in a swift movement and she claimed dominance as she bounced on his now throbbing organ. All suspicions faded as pleasure overpowered. Gasping and producing a moan of himself, he clutched her calves as he thrust with her on the bounces she made. "Alice! Shit, woman!" The hunter shouted out, as the woman thrust her head back as she rode the man's organ faster, getting all the more wetter and pulsating all the more around him. She was close to her orgasm, it was evident, but so was the hunter.

Couple of bounces later, he shot his seed in her, making her scream, "Dean, yes!" Her scream echoed as it bounced off the walls of the room. Soon, the hunter named Dean was gasping for composure. Spent completely, he gazed up at the ceiling while the woman named Alice giggled. Lying on his heaving and sweating chest, she licked his neck to gather the perspiration trailing down as she whispered in his ear in seduce, "I knew I'd find you…"