*I can't believe it's over!!! It was an interesting experiment to see if I could do a romantic suspense tale. I hope I have done it justice. Thanks to all of you who make it this far in the reading of this story...I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have.

Epilogue: One year later

It was to be the wedding of the year. According to the press the great entrepreneur, Damien Iscariot, was marrying the lovely and gracious Sara Beth Wheeling, who had come over to Great Britain on holiday. After meeting the suave, charming and oh-so-handsome restaurateur, the beautiful young lady decided to make London her permanent home.

The small wedding would be performed in the small gardens behind Meena's , with an intimate reception in the restaurant afterward. The bride, nervously awaited her partner-in-crime before the ceremony.

"Did you get it?" Sara asked. She glanced around before opening the door wider and grasping Mary by the lapel, dragging her into the anteroom.

"I…eeeepppp…watch it! Of course I got it silly!" she said, laughing. "One Daisy Duke costume coming right up…or rather just cumming…" she waggled her eye brows suggestively.

"Stop it" Sara hissed, covering little eleven month old Cameron's ears. "It's ok, love…Mummy didn't mean it." She turned angrily to Mary. "Do you want him to learn how to cuss?"

"He will anyway, according to Simon, it's considered a rite of passage for any self respecting child." She grinned, unrepentantly…then relented. "Oh, Phoo…all right! Here, and here is the CD with the track number…you will blow his socks off tonight!"

The ceremony was lovely with a tearful Mary standing in as matron of honor; and a proud Simon, still bearing scars from Victor's attempt on his life, standing in as best man. The reception was beautiful and elegant…but all Damien wanted was his hands all over his wife. Wife, what a glorious sound that word has…

He reached out a hand to his new spouse and said gently "shall we, my love?" With shining eyes she placed her hand in his and rose to join him.

She gazed at herself in the mirror over the decadent marble double sink in the penthouse suite of the Cavendish London. Blue-jean short shorts hugged her taut thighs and hips like second skin. A cotton checked shirt was unbuttoned low enough to expose creamy flesh, and tied at the hemline above her naval. She had pulled her now considerably longer hair into two braided tails alongside her face, and brushed only a little blush on an otherwise au natural skin. Nervously, she fingered the CD and stared at her reflection. Oh god…I don't think I can do this…

A soft knock came at the door. "Sara? Are you alright, love? Having second thoughts?" Damien's amused affectionate tone was just what she needed to remember why she was doing this.

Chuckling, she replied "Not on your life, you're stuck with me mister…get used to it!"

"Come out, my sweet." His voice held a powerful conviction. "Let me show you how much joy that thought brings to me…"

She shivered at the note of suppressed longing and desire in his whisper. Swallowing thickly, she said "I…I'll be ri…right out. Wait on the bed for me…please…"

"Don't be long, my sweet…" You bet…

Slipping out of the bathroom, she remained out of sight of the king-sized bed, and set up the music portion of the evenings 'entertainment'. Cueing up the right track, she pressed play and the beginning sounds of SHEdaisy's 360 Degrees of You pumped out. Stepping in view of her very confused, yet perversely fascinated husband, Sara began a tentative bump and grind.

I wish you lived on the corner where I live
So I could look at you all the day long
Lickety lip got me flippin' my lid, yeah
Nibblin' my thumb 'cause I want me some

Getting into the mood now, she closed her eyes and just let the music and love she had for her husband give her the impetus for the moves she used to entice and seduce. Damien was speechless with shock and pleasure as he was treated to the best striptease he'd ever witnessed.

And if you lived on the corner where I lived
I'd hang around like an apple in a tree
Borrow some bread, stick of butter, cup of milk
And some sugar for me
I'm cookin' something sweet

Her sultry voice sang along with the lyrics as she slowly divested herself of her checked gingham blouse, giving him a shocked eyeful of generous breast. If he had known she wasn't wearing a bra… A few acrobatic moves later and he wasn't thinking at all…

Lookin' once, lookin' twice
Better get me a bucket of ice
Go on do whatever you do
I'll just sit here enjoyin' the view
Whistlin' Dixie
360 degrees of you - Oooo, Oooo

She began touching herself, running her hands over her breasts while gyrating to the musical beat. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, and her face flushed with arousal, his nostrils flared as he caught her scent. My mate, my love…mine. She popped the button on her blue-jean shorts…opening her eyes, she stared into his with passionate intensity. Slowly she pulled down the zipper, letting her fingers graze the sensitive petals of her core. He watched her hand intently, his tongue darting out to lick his suddenly dry lips…god, she's killing me.

I picture me twisted up in your t-shirt
Pink lemonade and a squeaky porch swing
Don't know your name, yet I guess it
wouldn't hurt
If you gave me a ring - a big diamond ring

Peeling off her shorts, she turned in a slowly gyrating circle to reveal her red lace thong. He had to peel his tongue off the roof of his mouth. There was no way he could take anymore tonight…

She smiled over his shoulder, shaking her shapely derriere and tormenting the hell out of him.

Lookin' once lookin' twice
You're a splash of Tabasco on hot apple pie
Baby, girls like it too
Like to sit around enjoying the view
Whistlin' Dixie, 360
Whistlin' Dixe, 360 degrees of you,

Pulling off her thong, she twirled it above her head as she pranced in her stiletto boots, nude. His mouth was dry, his skin hot and he could take no more. As soon as the music cut, and she looked at him expectantly, waiting for a response, he got off the bed and stalked toward her. He was panther-like in his gait and suddenly, unaccountably, she felt nervous. What if she'd just made a fool of herself?

"Damien, did you like i….?" she could get no more out for his mouth was on hers and his arms enclosed her in velvety steel traps. After pulling off those drop dead sexy boots, he lifted her against his heart and carried her to their bed. Placing her on the coverlet, he stood and quickly divested himself of his clothing, joining her on the duvet and pulling her body close.

"Damn woman, you nearly did me in" he growled low into her ear, making her shiver with the intensity of the longing in his tone. "I fucking loved every minute of it. And if you ever do that to me again I'll put you over my knee and paddle your adorable behind."

As he was now sensually stroking said behind, she didn't put much stock into the threat and merely smiled, before nibbling his neck with tiny love bites. He shuddered in response and pulled her soft body closer. "Lord, you're killing me…"

"You'll die a happy man" she purred as her hands got very busy…his eyes flew open wide…and creative. He bit back a loud moan. "Let it out love" she said between bites and licks. "I like to hear what I do to you." Her head drifted lower, fragrant hair brushing over his body like fine silk as her mouth went on an erotic journey of his person. Ghosting her lips along his collar bone and down to his nipples, she discovered that he liked having them played with as much as she did. She loved the way he threw back his head and hissed, groaned and called her name in his pleasure.

Making her way along his firm abdomen, she stopped at his naval and made several forays into its mysterious depths with her tongue. Damien fisted his hands in the bed clothes and swore viciously, hips raising frantically. He felt as though he were dying…she was going so damned slow… At last…at last, she touched the pearly tip of him with a gentle finger, slowly spreading the juices until he was coated. Leaning forward, with an intense look of concentration, she looked at him, examined him from all sides, and then did something she'd never done before. She took him into her sweet mouth and showed him heaven.

Just before Damien found his release, he grabbed Sara and gently urged her onto her back. "Let me touch you, love." He lavished attention onto her breasts, nibbling and sucking until she was writhing beneath him and begging "Damien, dear god…please"

His fingers delved between her thighs and found her dripping and ready. "Sara, my darling…look at me. I must speak with you."

Panting with desire, she nevertheless opened her eyes and gazed up into his passionate stare. "I meant to talk to you about this, there is a way in which we can be closer…" here he pushed into her and they both stopped to moan in pleasure, and started gentle back and forth thrusts. "Even closer…ah, yes pull your leg up like so…than we are…mmmm…right…god…now…Sara…"

She closed her eyes in pleasure, and rolled her hips, feeling his length all the way inside, hitting just the right spot… Even closer…he was all the way inside of her already, didn't he know that? "How…oh, god…ahhh…?"

He told her.

She looked at him amazed. This could be done? He asked her then if she trusted him. She found that she didn't even have to think twice. The answer was a resounding YES. She looked up into his concerned, beloved face, and in lieu of spoken consent, simply kissed him with all the passion in her soul, and thrust her hips against his.

He growled a response and murmured his love against her lips. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"Will it hurt?"

"I will do nothing to hurt you, my sweet one. I will bring only pleasure."

"Then I'm ready, I trust you, Damien.

She closed her eyes and felt his lips warm and soft on her throat. He murmured something in an ancient tongue and she felt her body respond with a quickening of her blood. Panting now, she offered her throat to him, asking him wordlessly to release her from her prison of unfulfilled desire. Eyes glowing, fangs released from their confines, he whispered heated love words in her ear as he laved the open area around her exposed jugular. Then, taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her trust and her arousal, he bit down gently…lovingly…and sealed her soul to his for all eternity.

Their minds met in a whirlwind of emotion, love and lust warring together for dominance. She could read his reactions to her every move, knew how much she affected him, and it was heady…awe-inspiring…erotic as hell. He gave her a picture of how she looked just then, legs spread wide in strained welcome, arms wrapped tightly around the bunching muscles of his back, face flushed with arousal, mouth soft and eyes glazed in mindless pleasure. The view from his eyes had her rocketing toward the edge, and with one last gentle push of his razor sharp canines he showed her what he was going to do to her when they were finished.

Arching her back, grasping his upper arms in a bruising grip, hips pumping her core around his straining erection, she came screaming his name…crying his name…tears of joy pouring down her face.

He felt every tremor of her climax, both on the outside, and from within as he was linked with her mind. Knowing his own pleasure was imminent, he carefully pulled away from her throat and closed the twin pricks with his tongue. Then he surrendered to the tide. Grasping her hips in both hands, he pistoned between her thighs, stopping only to reposition her so that he hit precisely the right spot within. He rubbed the bundle of nerves at the apex until she shuddered and cried out once more, before finally…finally falling with her.

Hours later, they lay finally replete. Sara picked up her head from Damien's shoulder and said "Oh…yawn…I forgot to give you your wedding present." Another ear-splitting yawn interrupted his answer and he grinned.

"I think, love, that you need your rest. You can give it to me tomorrow."

"No…no, it has to be to-yawn-night. I'll be right back." Amused, he lovingly watched as she walked naked and unself-conscious across the room and rummaged through her luggage. "Ah…here we go."

She brought over a piece of paper. He accepted it and then read. He looked up enquiringly. "Love, what is this…is Mary and Simon going to have another baby again?" She took the results of the blood test from him.

"No, Damien. You and I are." He stared at her uncomprehendingly.

"I don't underst…" a light dawned in his eyes as the truth became a wonderful reality.

"You're…pregnant? With our child?" his whisper was awed. She grinned and nodded.

"With your child, Damien…God has granted you children." She lifted a hand to brush a tear that streaked his face.

"Oh, my dear Lord…" he breathed as he crushed her to him and buried his face in her hair.

They cried together in sheer joy, and after, lay talking about the future and what it may bring.

Fin