Hello everyone, I saw the demonstration of a tooth extraction yesterday. The next time I'm expected to do it by myself which I admit is a scary thought.

Chapter 7

As she gazed out of the windows, she realized that she was not just admiring the view, but she was waiting for him. Aggravated she turned away. She was not just upset, she was down right furious with him.

How dare he make a mockery out of her feelings and turn his mother's visit into such a fiasco. She had longed to give him a piece of her mind, but had not yet found a suitable opportunity, but no more. Tonight she would sort out this nonsense once and for all.

He had in effect promised his mother the appearance of a tiny tot when such a situation would never arise and he knew that better than anyone else! What she hated him more than anything else was for making her decieve his mother. She had sat next to him with a wooden smile plastered to her face as he pulled her into his arms and told his mother that they would certainly be working hard to remedy the problem.

"Are you waiting for me?"

She spun around upon hearing his voice. The man had some nerve. After his abyssmal behaviour, he actually thought she would be pacing the floor just so that she could be the dutiful wife.

"We need to talk." It was all that she could do to keep the tremors of emotion out of her voice.

His response was to raise his eyebrows, and then settle himself comfortably in the sette before the fireplace.

"What made you tell your mother that I would be bearing your children?"

"Well would you rather I enlighten her about the terms of our agreement?"

Her fists clenched at her side. How dare he wave the agreement before her, it only served to act like the proverbial red rag.

"If you wanted you could have come up with a suitable put off. How dare you promise her a child when I have no intention of bearing one?"

He turned his expressionless face towards her and directed his deep gaze at her and said, "Just mine or not any man's?"

His eyes seemed to be boring into her, penetrating her very soul, almost willing her to tell the truth. Mesmerized she was by his eyes and did not object when he walked towards her and ran a forefinger over her jawline. She was at a loss for words. The fact was that she could not think of a deed more right than for her abdomen to swell with his child.

He traced the outline of her soft lips and curved an arm around her waist.

"You're beautiful Tomoyo, I'm not arrogant enough to believe I'm the first man who's told you that."

"I.........I don't know what makes you think that" her breath came in shallow gasps. The close proximity to him had the most unnerving effect on her.

Reaching out he discarded the pins that held her hair and it tumbled down, an unruly mass of violet.

"Eriol......." she said shakily, "please stop." She almost begged him, for she knew that if he continued his assualt over her senses she would not be able to contain herself, let alone retard him.

He ran his hand into her mane, and tangled it in his fingers, feeling the softness of the silky strands.

Bending his head he flicked his tongue over the column of her throat, and she shivered as her spine tingled. Like a cat she arched within his embrace and threw back her head, welcoming his sweet torture.

He closed his mouth over the exposed length of her neck and she moaned within his grasp. Lifting her dusky eyes now heavy lidden with desire she traced his jaw, feeling the stubble along it which seemed rough against her soft finger.

But it did not repel, it only served to render him whole and complete.

He growled and lowering his proud head he captured her lips in the sweetest kiss of desire. The primal need between them was growing and threatened to consume them.

She had longed to feel his lips upon hers, and she let go of all her inhibitions. She had nothing to hold her back and she gave all. She crumpled the edge of his shirt in her fingers and tugged them out of the waistband of his pants. She longed to explore...........feel the essence of him.

She ran her fingers over the plane of his chest, noting it's flatness. The heat and the warmth from him was licking at her and she longed to shelter within.

Removing his shirt she cast it off his shoulders, as she pressed her lips to his collar bone, resting her head against him she revelled in his warmth. His hand moved up her back tracing her spine and then with a deft pull he undid the strings holding her gown together.

She shivered momentarily as her back was exposed to the cold air, but his large hands soon splayed over her spine, feeling her softness.

The need within her was growing, and she could'nt hold back anymore. She needed to be united with him, body and soul. As though sensing her wants, he drew the gown over her arms.

Suddenly ashamed under his acute gaze, she wrapped her arms around her breasts, but he pulled them away gently. Raising her head with his finger he said softly "You have nothing to feel ashamed about."

As she looked into his molten eyes, the flames of desire fanned within her and she lifted her lips to his.

The moonlight danced over them, it's soft waves carressing their union.

That's it for this chapter. When I started this chapter I did not expect it to end this way neither did I expect them to unite. This is a surprise. I guess I wrote with the flow. Please let me know what you think in your reviews. Thanks to all those who reviewed last time and I hope you continue to do the same. If you leave behind your email id I will let you know when I update this fic.