Untouched

Author's note: This is my very first Revenge fic. Story takes place after Emily broke off her engagement to Daniel. Pairing: Emily Thorne and Daniel Grayson, slightly OOC, very citrusy in the smut department, thus the M rating. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think. Reviews would be greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Revenge characters, just writing this story for fun.

Prologue

Sometimes it's worth getting lost to see who will come looking for us. ~ Robert Brault

It was happening again even though she struggled against the overwhelming feelings that were assaulting her. The hopelessness and the inevitable defeat that always came before she could manage to wrangle free of it. Above all she hated feeling helpless and not in control.

She awoke in a cold sweat, shaking slightly and looked around the darkened room, momentarily disoriented for a few seconds. She tried to make herself take a few calming deep breaths, but her anxiety level after this particular dream was extremely high.

At times like this she wished there was someone there with her, someone whom she could confide in, but then she immediately chastised herself. She hadn't had anyone to rely on since her father had been taken away from her when she was a mere child. She had learned the hard way not to trust anyone, to never place her faith in anything, because in the end, she'd still be alone.

Like she was now…

She was with him; he could feel it, smiling as she willingly came to him, telling him it had all been a huge mistake, that she did love him and only him. He felt her soft skin against his, heard her words of love and for a brief moment in time all was right in his world again.

At least it was until he woke up and then he realized that it was just another fanciful dream. A figment of his overactive imagination that had somehow conjured up this particular vision of Emily, the woman he stilled loved even though he'd never admit it to her or anyone else.

Emily Thorne had hurt him badly, crushed his hopes and dreams of having a future with a woman who loved him for him, not for his bank account, the power he now wielded from his new position at Grayson Global, or his family connections which stretched out even farther than he could imagine.

He sat up in his bed and sighed, really who could love him? He was a monster, just like his parents, if not worse.

Because he'd had a choice in the path he had taken and of course family loyalty had won out. The Grayson's stood together no matter what the cost.

No wonder Emily had broken off their engagement. Who would want to be with him, especially when he still didn't know who he could be without the money or the power?

Not her, never her.

Then why in the hell did he still want her?

He really wished he knew the answer to that question because it had plagued him ever since the night she had broken his heart. He should be glad to be free of her since it was apparent she had never truly loved him, but a still small part of him clung to the hope that she did.

She just didn't know it yet.