The night was black as a raven's wing, but the silvery moon cast enough light to outline Bella's slender form. As Jacob watched her approach, he was tempted to turn and run. She was marrying him. Edward. Everything he had ever dreamed of was crumbling into ash. Jacob tensed, his dark eyes narrowing in anger. She knew how he felt. How could she dare come to him, when she was fated to marry his worst enemy on the morrow?

"Jacob…"

Even now, he could not hate her. Not when her voice was a silken caress to his ears. "You shouldn't have come, Bella. Not now."

She gazed up at him, her eyes wide and bright with unshed tears. She was always so strong, but now he could see that she was hurting. His anger was hurting her. Jacob felt his heart shrivel in his chest. Causing her pain cut his very soul. Her soft lips parted, but she did not speak. She raised one trembling hand as if to touch his face.

Jacob wanted to push her away, but before he knew it he had clasped her hand in his own and pressed it to his chest. He held her hand over his wildly beating heart. "Bella," he said, bending his head to hers. "I can't live like this."

"I can't either," Bella said. She moved into him and raised her head. Her lips brushed his, feather-light.

Even though Jacob had yearned for the feel of her lips on his, he could not kiss her while she was betrothed to the Cullen. Biting back a moan of anguish, he tried to push her gently back, but Bella's body went from soft and yielding to hard and fierce in an instant. She reached her free hand up to hold the back of his head and press him firmly against her. She was taut and trembling in his arms. Trembling with passion now.

Jacob could no longer hold back his primal instincts. He growled softly in his throat and began to kiss her deeply. She was everything he had dreamed of and so much more. He could not be sure how long their kiss lasted, his mind was lost in a whirl of thought and emotion. Before he knew it, he was bending Bella down, pressing her to the soft grass beneath them. Bella did not resist, pulling him down on top of her without breaking that sultry kiss.

Jacob ran his fingers through her hair, damp from the night dew on the grass beneath. She was so beautiful. He wanted to pull back, just to see her lovely face in the moonlight, but he was afraid that if he stopped kissing her for even one moment he would wake up from this dream.

And then Bella's soft hands were moving, sliding beneath his shirt to flutter her fingertips over his bronzed chest. Jacob should have stopped her, but he was helpless. His cheeks flushed, unseen in the dim light, as she stroked him. He had never suspected that Bella could be so bold. It was wrong, but was it any worse than her marrying a vampire? Even if it was just for one night, Bella would be his.

"Jacob…" Bella drew back slightly. Her breath ghosted against his cheek. "Before … before I go away … I want you to make me a woman."

Jacob let out a shuddering sigh. How could he fight it any longer? Without speaking a word, he trailed one hand down her side and began to kiss her again, more urgently this time.

To be continued….