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Chapter Twelve:

Turles looked down at the woman beneath him and allowed himself a second release inside her. She had saved him- brought him back from hell. At what price? He pulled her up to him, trying to cradle her in his chest. Her head rolled back on her neck, much like a dying flower on its stem. He forced his way into her mind and compelled her to drink from him. Not only to help replace the blood she had lost but to complete the ritual so she would never again be put in this kind of danger from him. Without blood, Turles knew she would die in less than an hour. All her suffering to save him would be for nothing. He could not exist without her. He needed her to be a part of him- anchoring him to this world of light and goodness.

Ensuring that she had taken enough to ensure survival, he pulled her from him, feeling her tongue subconsciously closing the wounds at his neck. He slowly pulled out of her and stared down at her body. Utter horror stilled him. He closed his black eye. "Let this not be so…" he murmured. Bites, scratches, deeper wounds, and bruises littered her beautiful body. Pain shot through him, deep and all-consuming. What had he done? He had hurt her, his life mate. It would take decades to heal the pain he had caused her tonight.

Lily lingered somewhere between consciousness and a dream, or nightmare as it would be. She felt his powerful blood coarse down her throat, providing her with strength and fear. His mind was completely open to her, and she knew that by ingesting his blood, she was completing a ritual of sorts. She felt his memories flood into her, swirling around her. He was drawing her into his mind. She felt the extent of his loneliness, his barren existence, his complete lack of emotion until he found her. She felt his joy at finding her, his utter devotion, and the guilt. The guilt that someone so innocent was tied to a monster. She drifted past childhood memories. 'The Dark One,' that is what they called him. The boogey man of the Saiyans, used to keep children in line. What happened if they disobeyed their parents? Turles would catch them and turn them into stone. She felt all his years of hunting. Of healing. He was a powerful healer, yet, his people feared his great power. He was strong. Stronger than his twin, maybe even the prince. She felt him gather her close to him and focused on his heartbeat. Pity and sorrow ran through her. That his kind had to face centuries alone, with absolutely no emotion, no color, no love. Only honor and duty held them back from changing.

Turles looked down at his life mate, feeling the emotions roll off of her. Not anger or hate, but pity. For him. He could have dealt with her anger, maybe even her hate, but not her sorrow and worry for him. He could of killed her. He looked around him and saw his prince and fellow Saiyans trying to breakdown his barrier. He would take her far away from them, until they both had time to heal from his actions. He looked at his prince and conveyed his thoughts. It was about time to leave this planet, he would not keep away long.

He gathered her close to him and took off into the sky, withdrawing her barrier. The others did not follow them and he was glad. He intended to heal his mate, and spend the rest of his life protecting her, even from him. He vowed he would never again fail her. Never.

Do not be so hard on yourself, Turles. I understand now, I know what happened. You should have told me. Let me see.

Her voice was like the brush of butterfly wings in his mind. Soft and delicate. Pure. Forgiving. Filled with light and good. All that he wasn't until her.

I will heal you piccola. And I will show you what love is, to love and be loved. I will never again fail you. I swear it.

You did not fail. I saved you, just as I would have wished to be saved. We all lose our paths, but it is important that we see our wrong. I would have never been able to heal you if you had not wanted to change back. My powers do not work like that.

Turles was floored by her admission, her lack of blame. Her confidence in him. He could have killed her, damaged her greatly, yet she was comforting him! He landed near a cave next to a tall mountain. The air was fresh here, crisp and cold. He held her closer to him, and reached to stroke her face. She jerked away from him immediately, fear clouding her aura. He would have to fix this problem first. She could not be afraid of his touch, he could not bear it. He would show her how beautiful and sweet making love could be.

No you won't either. Lily glared at him with more power than she knew she had. She would accept that she was bound to this man, to save the lives of human and Saiyans alike, but they would refrain from the physical side of things. She never wanted that again.

Turles drew her into the cave, and towards a thick pelt bed. It looked soft and warm, but she eyed him warily. He was not about to let her comment slide, she was sure. He lowered her onto the pelts, his hand capturing her wrist. She jerked and tried to withdraw, but he would not release her. He swept his tongue across the bruises marring her skin, working his way up her arm.

"What do you think you are doing!" she demanded, still trying to pull her arm back to her. His grip was gentle but firm

Healing you. He whispered into her mind.

I would like to heal naturally thank you. She tried again to pull away from him, his lips and tongue moving to her other arm. She knew that his saliva had healing properties, hers did as well. She had to admit her arms were feeling much better. But his mouth, hot and wet, was making a fire start to burn deep within her. A fire of dark temptation. His lips and tongue were slowly, almost lazily, tracing patterns across her breasts and over her abdomen. Her muscles tightened uncomfortably. She felt wetness form between her thighs.

Turles slid his tongue over a particularly nasty cut on her hip. He felt her body clench, and smelt her arousal. So the rumors were true, life mate's bodies would always be naturally attracted to each other, it was biology. It ensured the continuation of the race.

He moved down her thighs, caressing with his hands until he enticed a moan out of her. Her legs parted almost of their own will, beckoning him closer to her jewel.

Lily moaned, and breathed his name. A plea, for what? She chasted herself, what exactly did she want. Certainly not sex, that was painful and highly overrated.

"Ma petite, what you experience tonight was an abomination, a travesty to what can exist between a man and a woman. That is not making love. I want to make love to you, Lilian. Sweet and slow, that will make you forget everything except feeling. I promise there will be no pain only pleasure." He touched his tongue to her, play with her nub and stoking along her lips. He hips raised completely off the furs, and he gently held her down.

"Turles…" she warned.

"I am only healing you," he murmured innocently. "Everywhere." He continued his ministrations, thrusting his tongue in and out, healing energy spilling from him. Satisfied that her nether parts were healed, he gently inserted two fingers, and with his mouth began a tempo that left her panting and moaning. Her head trashed back and forth, her fingers digging into his skull.

Bella mia, let go, I will be here to catch you.

Then she shattered into a million pieces, her muscles clenching around his fingers as she rode her release out, breathing heavily. Turles was so hard it hurt, and sweating from the restraint it took not to bury himself within her hot velvet sheath. His fingers moved again in her, his mouth descending to her breast, relighting the flames of desire. She whimpered, wanted more. He looked into her eyes, "Are you sure, my love? Do you trust me?"

Lily looked at her lover and nodded. She knew he would never hurt her again, and her body was demanding something from him.

He entered her slowly, filling her and stretching her. It felt like coming home. So sweet, pleasure coarsed through him. What heaven! He started a rhythm slow and steady, being gentle until her body demanded more. She began to move more demandingly beneath him, and his instinctual dominate nature took over as he set the pace. He carried her through another release, her muscles milking him, and buried his face in her neck, muffling his cries.

She held him as she felt him pulse within her. She closed her eyes. Bliss…she had found a lover, this mysterious dangerous man. She would guide him, show him how to control the emotions he is feeling. She would teach him how to laugh, to love again. He kissed her lips.

"You are my heart, my life, my breath. Will you stay with me? I will let you go now, if this is not the life you want." Turles murmured the words to her. Knowing that if she decided to leave him, he would end his life. Stopping his madness from spilling over.

"I will stay, Turles. I know that you are my life mate. We will make this work." Lily answered him softly, holding him to her. She knew that he loved her with every ounce of his being. She would need time to feel the same, but it was attainable. How quickly life had changed!

Turles flipped them over so she rested on his heavily muscled chest, and pulled some soft skins over her, covering her backside. "Sleep piccola, Let us rest."

-End Chapter-

Sigh, I love Turles! Anyways, I know this was a short chapter but I am having to regroup the story! Please review!