The following morning, as Rose began to awake, she immediately noticed there was another person in the bed with her. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw she was draped across someone's lap, and sitting up she was taken by surprise to discover Hans there in the bed with her.

What was he doing in her bed?

As she continued to simply look at him, she could not help but to notice what a handsome man he was. He had such strong features, making him completely masculine. Reaching toward him, she lightly traced the outline of his soft mouth, and found herself wondering what it would feel like to kiss him.

Why was she thinking like this?

He was her kidnapper!

She should be terrified of him; not wondering how good of a kisser he was.

She quickly pulled her hand back when he suddenly opened his eyes, a deep blush coming to her face as she hoped he had not caught her actions. "What do you think you are doing, silly girl?" he murmured, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before giving a yawn and a stretch.

"Nothing…nothing at all," she replied, embarrassed he caught her gawking at him.

"Really? Is that so?" he asked, reaching up to idly twirl a strand of her hair around his finger. When she looked down, her face turning a darker red, he could not help but to smirk. That smirk left his face, however, as he continued to study her. He was beginning to realize just how much he desired her. "You are such a beautiful young woman," Hans commented, giving a light tug on the hair he had in his grip. When he saw the expression which had come to her face, he added, "You're not used to hearing that, are you?"

She shook her head. "No sir, I'm not," she stated quietly. She hesitated, before adding, "If I may be honest…I have never been told I am beautiful."

Tightening his hold on her hair, he gently but firmly pulled her closer to him to kiss her softly. Once he pulled back from it, he murmured, "What a pity."

She simply stared at him for a moment, and took him by surprise when she suddenly leaned forward to kiss him once more. She quickly pulled back, and said in a hushed voice, "I am so sorry."

"I'm not," Hans replied simply as he took her face in his hands, and pulled her back to him for a heated kiss. She let out a soft moan and leaned further into him, holding onto his arm as she returned it eagerly. His patience wearing thin, he pulled her onto his lap, to where she was straddling him, and pressed her groin tightly against his to let her feel his arousal, his actions making her give another quiet moan. Rubbing her hands along his strong chest, she hesitated before slowly pulling up the plain white shirt he was wearing, and pulled back to yank it off over his head. Hans wasted no time in removing her shirt, and immediately cupped her breasts in his hands as he kissed the valley between them. Rose gasped when he did so, and let out a more vocal moan when he took one of her nipples into his mouth and softly suckled it. Entangling her hands in his hair, she let her head fall back as he brought her nipple to a tight peak, before executing the same treatment to the other. He stifled a groan when she began to grind herself against him, her actions letting him know he had quite the little vixen on his hands. "Now…Rose…" he murmured as he grasped the waistband of her sweatpants, his voice rough with desire.

"Yes, Hans, now," she whispered back, and quickly removed both them and her underwear, leaving her fully nude, before climbing onto the bed. With his help, she then disposed of the remainder of his own clothes, and once more straddling him. Kissing him deeply, she reached down between them, giving him a couple of strokes. Hans groaned at this, and helped her lower onto him, the tightness of her making him groan once more. Gently, she forced him to lie back against the pillows, and braced her hands on his chest as she began to rock her hips.

"Oh mein gott," he sighed as he closed his eyes, his hands running along her thighs.

She surprised him by suddenly grabbing his wrists, and placing them on either side of his head. "No touching," she whispered, and quickly kissed his lips before sitting up and slightly speeding up her motions. Hans wanted so badly to run his hands all over her supple little figure, but begrudgingly left his hands where they were, his grip on the pillow tightening as he gazed down at where they were joined. Unable to help himself, he braced his feet against the mattress as he began to arch up into her, his motions making her moan softly. When she heard his breathing had turned to pants, and saw the strained expression on his face, she knew he was getting as close as she was, and whimpered, "Touch me, Hans. I need to feel your hands on me. Oh god, I'm so close."

He immediately grasped her hips, taking over the pace as he drove up into her hard and fast. Rose cried out as she braced herself against his chest, whimpers sounding from the back of her throat as the pleasure within her quickly spiraled higher and higher. Suddenly, it exploded into one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced, and her nails dug into him as it coursed through her entire being. Hans quickly followed her, burying himself inside her as his climax hit him hard. Once it passed, Rose collapsed onto him, her cheek pressed to his smooth chest as she caught her breath. It was not long before they both were once more asleep, their bodies intertwined and the sheets a tangled mess at their feet.

For the remainder of the day, the two of them stayed in bed, alternating between sleeping, cuddling and lovemaking. Aside from the occasional trip to the bathroom and walk to the door to retrieve a food delivery, they never left the comfort of each other's arms.

Rose knew she should feel ashamed for her actions.

Hans was not only a notorious criminal, but also a murderer.

So why was she doing this? Why was she giving him her complete trust like this?

She wanted to regain some willpower and resist him, but every time she looked into his alluring hazel eyes, or listened to his deep and soothing voice, she fell right back into his clutches.

It was late into the evening, long after the sun had gone down, before Rose was finally able to voice a concern of hers. "Hans?"

"Mm," he murmured, his attention clearly on her neck as he sucked and nipped the soft skin there.

"How much longer will we be staying here?"

"Tomorrow is our last day," he informed her, and she shuddered when he lightly bit her earlobe.

"What happens then?"

"Let's worry about that when it gets here," he breathed in her ear, and before she knew it he was above her, pinning her hands down over her head as he penetrated her. Winding her legs around his waist, Rose immediately fell into a steady rhythm with him, her hips crashing up against him and her hands grasping his as her entire body tingled with pleasure.

It was not long before they fell apart together, Rose biting down on his shoulder to stifle her cries and Hans quietly grunting as he rode out his pleasure. Once it passed, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, and she turned onto her side to curl up into him.

Hans watched Rose as she fell into a deep sleep, softly brushing her hair back as he once more admired the angelic beauty she exude.

It really was a shame he would have to kill her.