Kenzi opened her mouth as she kissed Dyson, running the tip of her tongue along his lower lip. She was rewarded with a soft growl from Dyson, one that she felt rumbling in his chest rather than actually hearing it. It was so low and it sent goosebumps skittering over her skin.

Dyson was finding it harder and harder to let Kenzi be in complete control, but he knew she needed to be in control of something, anything after all the emotions of the day. He wanted to smell her, taste her, and touch her. Dyson didn't want to scare her and have her run. He knew her history but she hadn't run in a long time. She'd stayed for the trial and she was with him still.

One of his hands skimmed along the cool skin of her neck. His fingertips barely registering as they followed the curve of her jaw until they traced back to the silken ribbons of her hair. His hand burrowed onto the softness of her raven coloured hair. His fingers wrapped in the tendrils and pulled gently on her hair, tipping her head back giving him better access. His tongue dove into her mouth.

Kenzi felt like her skin was on fire as Dyson's hand traveled over her skin. She could feel his other hand in the small of her back, keeping her steady, holding her close to him, burning through her clothes. He was her rock to keep her grounded in all things, she hoped that she would never be alone again.

She tugged at the buttons on his shirt but she didn't have enough strength after the day she'd had to tear them from the material. So she had to be content to undo them one by one. Kenzi could feel Dyson smiling at her as they kissed each other without reservations.

As Kenzi starting stripping his shirt from his body, his hand slid down her back to her rounded behind to cup her butt cheeks. Her hands roamed over the hard muscles of his broad shoulders down to the angular planes of his chest. His body warming her hands.

Dyson stood up carrying Kenzi by her pert behind until she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. While one of his hands remained on her rear, the other reached up to the neckline of her purple peasant blouse. His fingers picked at the ribbon to loosen it and then Dyson slipped the satin fabric from her body just as he had taken her shoes and bustier from her earlier.

He sat her on the island bench as he continued to kiss her soft mouth and neck. Dyson managed to also strip her tight jeans and lacy lingerie from her body. He pushed her back against the stone. His hands wandering over her flesh, the pads of his thumbs teasing her nipples. Dyson's mouth followed the path his hands had taken down her body. He grasped her leg behind her knee pulling it up to bring her closer to him.

Kenzi was lost in the sensations Dyson seemed to be able to create in her. His hands seemed to all over her body, setting her skin on fire. She let out a moan as Dyson took one of her aching nipples into his hot mouth. She arched her back pushing herself against him in a far more intimate way. Her fingers wound their way into the tangle of Dyson's hair as his mouth found her centre.

Dyson's nose skimmed along her inner thigh, he inhaled her scent which had grown deeper as she became more aroused. His tongue had laved at her peach-like flesh. The taste of her was beyond everything he had ever imagined. She was hot and sweet with an edge of spice. His tongue delved into her. He caught her low moan as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Kenzi was writhing under Dyson's ministrations. Dyson crawled his way back up her body removing his jeans as he went. His cock sprang free from the restraining material. When his mouth met hers again he rolled them both so she was no longer on the cold stone of the bench top. With her body laying along his they continue to share deep passionate kisses until neither of them could stand it any longer.

Dyson lifted Kenzi from his body like she weighed nothing at all but he continued to kiss the breath from her. He brought her down on his throbbing cock. There was little finesse in this encounter. He had always imagined his first time with Kenzi would be softer, gentler. He thought it would be more languorous. He knew that it would be hot between them, how could it not when Kenzi was so passionate, so god damn sexy. There had always been a spark between them, a heat. But he wasn't able to be like that with her now, it wasn't what she needed. Next time. Would there even be a next time?

As Dyson brought her down onto his erection, Kenzi remembered that this wasn't how she thought their first time would be. She had expected it to be wilder, more animalistic. Kenzi had imagined Dyson's wolf would drive their physical coming together. She knew there was an attraction, of sorts, between them. Dyson was so good looking and as hot as hell. But she had seen nothing of the wolf, no biting, and no clawing, well not on Dyson's part. He filled and stretched her, he was larger than she remembered from the glimpses she'd had but not so large that she couldn't take him into her.

Dyson kept relatively still, wanting to let Kenzi adjust to him being within her. Although they had swapped bodies so technically they had been far more intimate than this. His hands reached up to cup her breasts. She fit with him so perfectly it was like it had preordained they should be together. One hand ghosted up to grasp her jaw, his thumb rubbing over her pink lips. The other hand held her at her hip.

Kenzi started to move her hips just a little, intensifying the feelings deep within her. Dyson rose from the bench to capture her lips and taste her once again. Dyson followed the rhythm that Kenzi had set and started to work his length in and out of her.

As the sensations started to build within her, Kenzi threw her head back letting out a satisfied moan. Dyson hoped that that was only the beginning of the sounds he could elicit from her and he hoped not to ever hear the tears again that had started this turn of events.

A/N My apologies for taking so long to update the story. I'm currently writing 3 stories, crazy I know, each with different characters so it depends on who is yelling the loudest at me as to who gets the next chapter in their story.