The next morning, Lance woke me with a surprise. He'd left the day before, saying he had work to do. Not questioning it, I went about my day, cleaning, grocery shopping, and basically just trying to keep myself occupied. I had so much energy that I couldn't just sit still anywhere. When Lance showed up at my door, he had a motorcycle parked on my curb outside my front door. Lance had a huge grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with the morning light. Standing there in my nightshirt, I motioned for him to come inside, so at the very least I could close the door and not have the nosy neighbors looking in at me.

"I'm going to take you to my favorite spot for breakfast."

He eyed me up and down. It took every ounce of will power not to melt at his look. I looked down at my clothes, or lack thereof, before looking back up at him. Looking at his clothes, black jeans and a black shirt which I was beginning to think were his only clothes, I sighed.

"You're going to make me get dressed, aren't you?" I pulled at the material of my shirt, letting it fall against my skin.

"It does tend to work that way when you go out in public." He smirked, the corner of his lip pulling up in what had to be the sexiest facial expression I'd ever seen.

I held up a finger, "Just give me a minute."

I left him standing in the living room and headed up the stairs to my bedroom. Going straight for my dresser to pull out a pair of similar black jeans, I pulled them on, wiggling them up my hips. Pulling off my nightshirt, I walked over to my closet and dug out a red, form-fitting tee to wear. Donning a bra to tame my chest, I pulled on the shirt and started looking for a pair of boots to wear. I found my sexiest pair and pulled them on, zipping up the knee-high boots over my jeans. Stopping in front of the mirror to smooth down my hair, I grabbed my lip gloss, swiped some on and headed back downstairs. Seeing him waiting there, I once again nearly melted. I had no idea what kind of power he held over me, but I never felt more alive than when he was near. I was crazy. I knew it.

Together, we walked out to his bike. He handed me the extra helmet and I frowned as I pulled it on. Leave it to me to be worried more about my hair than my safety. Climbing on the bike behind him, I wrapped my arms tight around his waist, his heat and warmth spreading all through me as he started up the bike, let off the throttle, and we took off down the street. I still had no idea where he was taking me.

Lance pulled the bike onto a deserted road and slowed to a stop. Looking back over his shoulder at me, a grin on his face, I felt his hand on mine, holding me.

"You ready for this? Hold on. You might want to close your eyes."

I swallowed hard and nodded my head. I didn't care where he was taking me, as long as I was with him, I was more than happy. Squeezing my eyes shut, after just a few moments, I opened them back up, convinced he was playing some sort of trick on me. However, when I opened my eyes, the road was gone and we were parked on the side of a highway. The Eifel Tower was on the horizon in the distance. He was still looking at me as I pulled off my helmet and climbed off the bike to walk towards the edge of the road. My eyes were glued to the scenery in front of me. I'd never been out of the States, let alone Georgia, and here I was in France! I felt him walk up behind me, standing there his hands resting on my waist.

"What do you think?"

"Lance! It's beautiful!"

I could hear his laughter on the wind that came up from the country-side and it warmed me to my core. I turned to look at him and I could see the pride in his eyes, in the way he stood there.

"Come on, we still need to get to the place before it gets too busy."

We got back on the bike, and we took off. Driving through the country-side of France, into Paris, with Lance was more than a dream. I couldn't begin to describe how extremely happy I was. Before long, we entered the city proper, dodging through traffic to a side street where he came to a stop in front of a small bakery with several tables set up on the sidewalk as well as inside.

Walking in, hand-in-hand, a tiny old lady came walking up to greet Lance with a hug and kiss to each cheek. Lance and the woman spoke French, that much I knew, not that I could follow along with the conversation. Eventually, she turned to me and gave me another hug and kiss to each of my cheeks. Whatever she said managed to make Lance grin even more, but he never told me what she said. The lady led us to a quiet table in the back of the tiny room. It was private and we could sit alone, more or less. Lance ordered for both of us as I couldn't speak a lick of French, nor read it. Waiting for the food to arrive, we sat in silence for a few minutes. I took in my surroundings, looking at the display cases full of breads, cakes, and all sorts of desserts.

"This place is fantastic, Lance."

He grinned, "I'm glad you think so. I've been coming here for years."

That intrigued me, but I didn't press the conversation. My eyes were taking in all the food and I could feel my hunger growing. Holding my hands in his on the table, I could tell he wanted to talk.

"What is it?" I asked, nervous for some strange reason.

He must have sensed my nervousness, because he squeezed my hands in his. "Nothing's wrong, I've just been thinking of how to use these few weeks you have to their full extent."

"Oh! Okay. "I bit my lip, thinking. "You don't have to work?"

"Not really. I can take some time to spend with you."

His thumbs brushed back and forth over my knuckles, sending waves of warmth and tingles up my arms.

He asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Well, I love the beach. What do you think about spending a couple of days there?"

He smiled, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was coming up with a plan and I was amused at how boyish he looked.

"Do you like the ocean or just the beach?"

I stared at him, "The Ocean in general is perfect to me, but I love the beach."

"Let me check with a friend and I might be able to pull some things together to give us a couple weeks at sea. How's that?"

I stared in disbelief. How did a couple days at the beach turn into a couple of weeks out at sea? Either way, I didn't really care. It meant two weeks with having this perfect creature all to me. When the food came, we ate in silence. My eyes kept drifting towards his lips, and I caught him more than once staring right back at mine. When we were finished, we left the little restaurant, the return trip back home just as quick and just as exciting. Riding on the bike behind him, I could bury my nose in his back and breathe in his deep, rich scent.

When we pulled back up outside my house, I didn't want to get off the bike. I wanted to stay there, my arms around him, his scent filling my head. Begrudgingly, I got off the bike, handing him the helmet to secure to the bike as he climbed off. He followed me inside, without a word, scooping me up in his arms to carry me inside and up to my bedroom. I loved the fact that when he really wanted something, there really was nothing that was going to make him wait, and that included our clothes.

Our clothes melted away as he started kissing me, his hands roaming all over my body. Before he could do anything, I had him pushed over onto his back, kneeling between his thighs. Something about what I was about to do seemed to terrify him. I could see the look on his face, sense the sudden tension. The only thing I knew to do, to show him that I wasn't going to hurt him was, gently take his cock in my hand and lean down, pressing my lips to the tip. I heard him his in his breath as I opened my mouth and slowly took him in, my hand stroking him along. I used my mouth, my tongue, and my hand to bring him to the brink, his hands wrapped through my hair as he watched every single movement I did. Feeling the hot rush of liquid in the back of my throat, I moaned around him, slowly pulling away.

The look in his eyes, darkened in pleasure, made every muscle of my body tense in desire. He pulled me up to kiss me, his tongue delving into my mouth, our tongues sliding and rolling together in a heated, sensual kiss. His hands slid down my sides to my hips and lifted me up, bringing me down on his length. I gasped, feeling how large he'd grown. The tiny thought in the back of my head that he was growing larger and larger only made the moment, the feel, that much more pleasurable. Our bodies moved together, a sheen of sweat breaking out over each of us as the afternoon faded into the night. He liked to pick me up and hold me up where he needed me. His tongue did wondrous things to me and we had each other begging for release. Melting in his arms, he finally had me from behind, his lips and tongue on the side of my neck, my shoulders. My mind and body shattered when his fangs pierced my skin, my orgasm intensified so much more as I could feel him drinking from me. Licking the wound to seal it, we were both spent, lying entwined on the bed, the sheets, blankets, and pillows strewn all about. With him still inside me, the joy of being a wolf and having to wait for him to relax, I asked him about why he'd tensed up when I'd first taken him in my mouth.

I felt him tense, and only got the response that the last female that had done that to him, the last female that he'd ever been with, had shown him nothing but pain. He confessed that up until now, he'd always expected pain in response to any type of pleasure. It broke my heart. I wanted to cry for him, but something told me that he wouldn't respond well to that. I promised myself then and there that I would never hurt him, that I would, in fact, only ever show and give him pleasure. I never wanted to hurt him. I couldn't even fathom hurting such a beautiful creature.

I felt him relaxing inside me and behind me, finally able to separate our bodies. He held me on top of him, my cheek resting on his chest, my ear to his heart. I could hear his heart beating, and then I heard it. A small voice that sounded just like him, was talking in my mind. He was going on and on about loving me, not wanting to hurt me, and that maybe he wasn't good enough. In response to these weird thoughts in my head, which I figured was just me trying to spoil the moment for myself, I responded to the voice, saying that I loved him and that I would never hurt him. His body went rigid beneath me, and I heard his voice in my head again. He asked me if I could hear him.

Confused, I raised my head to look at his face. I could see the same look on his face when, in my mind, I responded that, yes, I could. Those three words seemed to make him smile, and he pulled me up to kiss me passionately, his arms squeezing me tightly to him. Pulling away, breathless, I looked down into those beautiful brown eyes.

"What is this?"

"It's a start."

I didn't know how to respond to that, but it felt right. His grasp on me didn't slacken, but I didn't mind. I draped myself over him, completely in love with the feel of him beneath me. His body was hard, but soft enough to be completely comfortable.

I fell asleep there, on top of him. As warm as he was, I didn't need a blanket. It was one of the best night's sleep I could ever remember having. It felt right to me, to be there, with him. I never wanted to leave his arms again.