The heart is a powerful magnet, attracting itself to someone whom they feel is suitable for them. The heart has an intense magnetic attraction to a certain someone you yourself have no control of.

Miss Parker moaned with his every gesture. She felt his every movement. For years she ached for him. She had always wanted to feel her coldness boil within him. He felt her move with him, her hot breath against his skin as she cried out for more.

She'd always known what he wanted, all the impurities which quenched his thirst. She screamed again, and again begged him for more. They held each other close. Nothing at that very moment had existed but the two of them, alone together, in his cabin and in his bed nakedly as they satisfied their hunger for each other. Their desires were within reach before them. Parker closed her eyes, grabbed hold of his hard muscles of his arms, her fingernails sunk in. She tasted his shoulders and lightly bit into it. He whispered her name as she tasted him all over. She took him in her mouth.

All Jarod had ever wanted was to feel her. He wondered if she tasted as sweet as her kisses. His mouth moved down slowly, kissed every inch of her nude ivory body, gently sucked breast to breast, licked thigh to thigh, she moved her legs slightly apart, he widened the spread...then...he no longer wondered. A thing of the past was her nickname of the "Ice Queen". She allowed his every kiss, his every touch, which knocked down that protective shield of hers.

Their hands traveled up and down their naked bodies. She lightly scraped his back, then dug her nails into him as she again felt him in her. She murmured softly, he huskily. He moved slowly at first, then rapidly. Her long legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He pulled her up, snaked his arms around her back, hungrily, he covered her mouth with his. They changed positions, he on the bottom, she atop of him. She rode him like a horse, untamed. As he grew in her, his hands grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her down against him as he pushed up, she tilted backwards and then forward. They gasped breathlessly as water beads of hot sweat dripped continuously down their bodies.

In a state of overwhelmed emotions, beyond self control, they were in ecstasy, unlike anything they've ever felt before.

"I love you, Melissa."

"Love was never a part of the deal of "you run, I chase". Where do we go from here, Jarod?"

The pretender shrugged. "Aren't you afraid?"

"Of us"?

"For us," his forehead met with hers.

"I'm not going back to "The Centre". I love you. I'm staying here with you, Jar."

'I had no intentions of letting you go. But, how do we go on with our lives when "The Centre" will surely be after us?"

Parker's tears ran freely down her face. She whispered, "I don't know. For now, just hold me. And no matter what happens, don't ever leave me. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

What would the worst thing that could happen? Jarod shuddered the thought. Would he be contented to live the rest of his life without her? No.

Jarod held her, brushed her hair aside and saw how beautiful she was. He was a "pretender". One who could do anything. It was one thing going up against "The Centre" alone, but with Parker along side of him, it was much more than he had bargained for.

And it scared the hell out of him.

TBC - Chapter 7