My breathing was coming out ragged as I gasped for air, my eyes blurring out of focus so I could do nothing but feel. My hands were running through his hair, grasping fistfuls as my back arched off the mattress. He grunted every time I did so, as if unable to feel the pain and taking each tug as an invitation to increase the intensity. My heart was thundering in my chest, to the point that it felt as if it could break through my ribs at any moment.

My mind told me to stop. Stop grasping his hair. Stop pulling him closer to me. Stop feeling him slowly burrowing into my heart and body. With each of my heated gasps my mind screamed for me to stop, to come to my senses and find a way home. Yet even as these thoughts itched at the back of my mind, the fire building in my body was to powerful to be stopped as it begged for more. It was no longer just a want. It had become a need.

I shuddered as I felt his hands run along my bare sides and pause at my hips, his touch leaving tingles across my skin. His bare skin pressed against mine smelled of sweat and sex. I inhaled, savoring the scent as his hands began to move lower and I pulled his head down to mine.

His lips felt soft pressed against my own, yet held a sense of urgency and force that made him feel dangerous and only worked to increase my burning desire. His tongue pressed into my mouth, running along my own and making me feel dizzy as my head began to spin. I could faintly taste mint between inhalations of his warm breath that could simply not be described.

My need rose with each taste, each caress. That's what it had become. I needed Kevin Levin, and only he could satisfy that need. And satisfy it he did.

I lay beside Kevin, warm in his arms as he dozed quietly beside me. I couldn't blame him for dozing off after such an exhaustingly intense afternoon. From the time we had returned to the evening we had been holed away in Kevin's chambers.

I sighed contently, rolling over and snuggling into his chest as his arm tightened around my waist. I rolled my eyes, realizing he wasn't really sleeping but too blissful to care. If someone had told me a few years ago that I'd be laying beside the infamous Kevin Levin in bed in my future, I would have silenced them for good. But being in that very position now, I found it wasn't strange or wrong as I would have thought. It was warm and comforting, even relaxing.

"What?" Kevin asked, noticing my grin.

"Nothing." I responded, nestling against him, his bare skin sending sparks through my own. "Just thinking."

Kevin raised an eyebrow quizzically but didn't say anything. Instead he began tracing circles on my lower back with the arm he had draped across me in a protective and warm embrace.

I shivered, his touch sending tingles up my spine. He clearly felt my shudder because in one smooth movement he had flipped me and was now lying atop him as if a blanket. I blushed, despite not having anything to be embarrassed about after that afternoon. The actual blanket rested on top of my back as I blanketed Kevin, my head resting on his chest.

We staying like that for a few more moments (okay more that a few) before Kevin got to his feet. I gazed at his figure as he threw on a pair of pants and made his way to the door, calling someone I presumed was a servant and demanding dinner.

I groaned, although I was hungry after that I couldn't bring myself to leave the warmth of the bed and the covers that were atop me.

"Dinner will be here soon." Kevin stated, rejoining me in bed.

I tilted my head to the side, curious as to what he meant.

"You didn't think you could get away from me that easily, did you?" he chided, displaying his trademark grin.

I rolled my eyes and nestled against him once more. "Of course not." I chided back with a chuckle.

About ten minutes later a girl came in carrying a tray. Setting it on the foot of the bed and bowing, not making eye-contact with either of us, she silently exited. Kevin grabbed the tray and brought it to his lap. On it were some exotic fruits I had never seen before, a delicious looking meat and a bottle of wine. He took a swig from the wine bottle, ignoring the glasses brought on the tray, before offering it to me.

I rolled my eyes again. You could take a guy off the street but you couldn't take the street out of the guy.

I took the bottle and drank a swig, recognizing it as some form of red wine, before taking a bite of a piece of fruit. It was not surprise that in half an hour we had both finished the food entirely. I assumed it would have taken less time if Kevin hadn't periodically stopped to steal a kiss from me, rather forcefully at that, among other things.

When the tray was empty he set it on the floor and grabbed me. I melted into his arms and his kiss, loving his forceful side but not giving in entirely. If he wanted something he was going to work for it, I chuckled to myself.

He seemed to get more energy each time rather than losing energy. It was as if my reactions were better than sleep, providing all the nourishment he needed for another round.

I had a feeling it was going to be a long and intense night, with little to no sleep though I want complaining. I couldn't help but cringe in the back of my mind at what Ben would do if he saw me now, in the arms (not to mention the bed) of his sworn enemy. I wiped the thought from my mind, yet was unable to shake the ominous feeling that something was about to occur in the near future – something big – as I wrestled with Kevin.