There are mature themes in this chapter.

Mark had to see Angelica again but with him being back home, he would have to flit back to Glenn's palace, where she resided. What if she saw him? At this point, he didn't care if she saw him or not as he paced his room, pacing/flitting back and forth. Would she even want to see him? After why he had done, whatever that was, would she be happy to see him or would she be angry with him?

Maybe he shouldn't be putting so much thought into this. He should just become invisible and watch her that way. Great, now that sounded even worse! He just had to see her again so becoming invisible was what he would have to do, no matter how wrong it felt to him.

'Would other men go through these great lengths just to see a woman?' He thought as he made his way through his silent palace. The answer was yes if they knew that woman was their destined mate; they wouldn't give up the pursuit.

So neither would he.

He flitted through the closed front doors of his palace, stalking down to the end of the vast grounds. The cool early morning air teased his clothing and hair slightly, the moonlight bright as it shown down upon him.

He stopped and took a deep breath, lifting his face to the moon. Its light was cool against his heated skin and he shivered.

As he gazed up at he moon, he thought back to an old black and white film he had seen and loved, 'It's A Wonderful Life.' He remembered how George promised Mary the moon. He would give her anything and he did. Mark wanted to give Angie anything her beautiful heart desires as well.

She had such a strong effect on him already and it made him light-hearted and joyful. He had finally found his woman and he vowed to the heavens that he would win her heart, no matter what it took.

He then became invisible and flitted to Glenn's palace, to Angie's bedroom. It had to be hers because hers was the only room that was still lit at this early hour. He remained invisible just incase she was in here.

And by the looks of it, she was. Rock music was playing on her phone and it seemed to be her favorite as she was singing along to it in the bathroom. Then she danced into her room in her undergarments. His eyes grew wide as his penis hardened immediately.

His slacks grew uncomfortably tight by the size of his erection. But the way her body moved captivated him. When she smiled and laughed to the music, he was drawn in. Her smile and laugh would forever soothe the beast within his old soul, he knew that now.

He remembered back to when he had met other immortals who would tell him of their stories on how they had found how their females soothed them.

He'd finally found her, and she was gorgeous. Things would finally brighten for him. He would finally be happy, an emotion he so desperately yearned for. He realized that when Angie made his soul come alive out there in the courtyard. Just by her scent alone had him wanting her.

His penis remained hard as she looked about her room. He had to bite back a moan as his slacks remained tight. He'd known of this feeling when he was young but not to this extent. He'd never pursued any females as he took care of his needs within the shower. He knew no woman before.

But the feeling was strong with this female. The connection was strong or was it due to the fact that he hadn't done anything for centuries or was it because she truly was his mate?

He resisted the urge, barely, to touch himself because he knew that he wouldn't stop with just one touch.

She then suddenly turned to her phone when it chimed. He watched as she walked to the left side of the bed and sat down upon its edge, grabbing the phone and began typing away upon the keyboard.

He moved closer to her as her thumbs were a blur upon the lit screen. He looked closely over her shoulder and saw that it was her mother she was typing to. Amidst some miscellaneous things, she talked of him!

Light-hearted, he kept reading as she kept typing. He couldn't help himself when he smiled as he read her words and when her mother responded, she called her daughter a young lady. His eyebrows then furrowed. 'Just how old is Angie?' He thought.

He then smirked at her description of him as she described him to her mother. As she did so, a smile graced her beautiful face. His hand itches to caress her face but he dare not. She typed that he looked like a fallen Angel with fangs. She must have seen fallen Angels before to think of him as such.

'She is rather smart.' He thought with a nod. His smart female.

She also thought highly of him, which made him proud. From his looks to his manners to his height then to his eyes. She told her mother how gorgeous she found them. They were unique, grant it, but gorgeous?

He took that as a compliment and smiled. 'She obviously likes me.' He thought, and it made his heart swell. He felt like a young man again. It must be the Ancients doing because he felt so strongly about Angie already. Was this crazy or was this love at first sight?

Did she feel the same way as well? He didn't know of that but what he did know was that he couldn't stay away from her too much longer. It would be ludicrous if he did stay away from her.

She then tensed when he grew closer still. Her beautiful hair cascaded down her back in glossy black curls. It looked so soft and inviting, making him reach out an invisible hand towards her. Though he would hate himself if he scared her, the urge to touch her was so ever strong.

She suddenly turned her head sharply, her hair flying over her shoulder as she looked right at him…

He froze, knowing she would scream upon seeing him in her room but her eyes darted about the room and she shivered.

'She cannot see me, but she senses something.' He thought.

He looked down at his hand then to her and reluctantly pulled his hand away from her. He didn't want to scare her, but he couldn't find the will to leave her just yet. She was very intriguing to him, which fueled his curiosity to know her better.

She then placed her phone on the bedside table and pushed the charger into the bottom of the device. He cocked his head slightly when she sighed as a sound emitted from the phone.

"I wish I could recharge this easily." She grumbled then shook her head and smiled.

There it was again, that infectious smile. It just drew him in to her in every way. His penis pulsed as well. He was amazed that her smile even aroused him. He watched as she stood and stretched.

Her voice even pulled at him. When she stretched her arms behind her, he lost his train of thought upon the sight of her breasts straining against the soft material of her bra.

She was only clad in her white bra and panties, so it wasn't hard for him to see those luscious breasts straining the material of that bra. His big hands fisted at his sides as his penis grew harder, the need to cup those large mounds of flesh was staggering. He dug his claws into his palms as lust racked him hard…

I hummed as I walked to my bedroom door and proceeded to lock it. I had the urge to do something and I didn't want Jay or Glenn barging in and seeing that. I smirked softly then turned and made my way to my dresser, pulling open a large mahogany drawer. I pulled out a white bra and a pair of white panties then pushed the drawer back in.

'Oh Ancients…I shouldn't be here!' He scolded himself as she padded to the bathroom and switched on the light as it had gone out. He followed her and stopped in the doorway as he watched her walk toward him.

His eyes grew wide when he caught a glimpse of lust within her eyes. I opened the cabinet below the sink and pulled out a thin bottle of purple bath beads.

He watched as she closed the cabinet door then straightened and turned, walking back to the spacious tub. She then bent over the side and his eyes were drawn to her barely clad behind like a magnet, his heartbeat increasing and as his pupils dilated.

I turned the gleaming silver knobs and watched as steaming hot water quickly streamed out as the steam dissipated against the white ceiling of the large room.

'She was going to take a bath? But why was there a lustful gleam in her eyes?' He wondered with wide eyes. He shouldn't want to see her strip now, anticipating on seeing the smooth skin those thin wretched materials hid beneath.

His penis jerked at the mere thought of her naked. No! He didn't even know her fully yet! He didn't want to witness this now because… because of what again?

'Ack, you're losing it, Mark.'

I sprinkled some of those bath beads into the streaming water and smiled when white bubbles began to form. He watched as she set her clean clothes upon the side of the lavish tub and grabbed a fluffy white towel, laying it upon the floor before the tub.

His mouth ran dry as she straightened then reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling it off of her shoulders as she dropped it beside the towel on the floor. She bent and eased her panties down her legs, stepping out of them and placing them atop her bra.

Stark naked before him, all he could do was stare at her with wide eyes. Was he staring because he wanted her like hell or that he hadn't seen a naked woman in person before? Ah heavens, he didn't know what to do.

With Angie stark naked before him excited him immensely. His heart raced, thundering away in his chest. He was a sick bastard. Again, he shouldn't be here, basically spying on the woman he'd only kissed earlier.

But it took a lot of willpower to look away let alone leave when she was naked.

He imagined seeing those large breasts of hers. He swallowed, stifling a moan as his eyes raked down her bare back. She was full-figured, her lovely waist flaring out to meet those maddening thighs he suddenly yearned to kiss and touch. She wasn't thin but damn, she had his body afire for her.

He could only imagine what she looked like from the front… Ancients almighty…

I switched the water off then slowly stepped into the steaming water, a gasp leaving my lips. He shuddered at the sensual sound; a sound he yearned to wring from her lips. Was this lust talking to was it something else?

I slowly sat down, moaning softly as the hot water enveloped my body. The bubbles hid those round breasts, those pink nipples that he had only gotten a glimpse of as she stepped into the tub. He suddenly craved them; to lick and lave his tongue against them, to make her shiver and whimper his name in ecstasy.

With how hot the water was, were her nipples hard? Were they tight little pebbles made hard by the heat of the water?

He should leave… He had to.

Before he could think, I sat up and wound my long wet hair atop my head as short wet tendrils hung around my face and neck. Her neck was bare to him; the soft creamy flesh he yearned to sink his fangs into beckoned him.

Her pulse caught his eye, mesmerizing him. He wanted to bite her here and now, to feed from her until she went soft in his arms and gasped from the pleasure only he could give her.

She leaned back and closed her eyes, resting her neck against the rim of the tub. As she breathed, her nipples peeked through the various bubbles surrounding her body. He was shaking at this point, the need to touch her undeniably strong.

I then dipped my right hand into the water and spread my legs. His breathing seemed to cease when he saw the tops of her knees leaning against the sides of the tub. She was… Oh Ancients… His mouth ran dry and his hard penis threatened to break the zipper of his slacks.

He couldn't move even if he wanted to as his eyes remained on her. I ran my fingers against the slick sensitive folds of my sex and moaned softly. My other hand rose to my breasts where I teased my throbbing nipples; pinching, massaging, and pulling them. My fingers circled my sensitive nub and I gasped aloud. Mark's handsome face flooded my mind as I closed my eyes and continued to masturbate.

He wanted to fuck her now as a voice within his soul demanded be claim her now, but his mind remained partially rational. Although he had no clue as to how it remained that way. He couldn't claim her now. Not until he knew her better and not until she trusted him. Not until she was his wife and queen.

He growled lowly as I came with a soft cry. I arched my back as my orgasm began, my hard nipples chilled by the cool air of the room. Her eyes were squeezed shut as her left hand clasped the side of the tub in a death grip. She continued to pleasure herself as she shuddered hard from her ongoing orgasm.

He vowed she would know no man but him as he flitted home to relieve his rock hard dilemma…