" . . . you're the only one I was meant to love . . ."

The words echoed in the stillness of the forest, and I felt humiliated. Someone once told me that the truth will set you free. That someone obviously didn't know the meaning of heartache, pain, or rejection.

The silence was deafening, and try as I might, I couldn't decipher Jensen's thoughts. Deep down a little voice was telling me to walk away from him with my head held up high. However, my heart was telling me to stay and fight for my love. For once, I decided to listen to my heart.

Slowly, as if he didn't want to startle me, Jensen reached for me. He didn't say a word as he held me. I trembled in his arms wondering what he was thinking. Was he still angry? Did he believe me?

His hands stroked my back and hips, and I felt how aroused he was. I was a little confused by his actions, but he was playing my body like an instrument, and I decided I didn't care what he was thinking as long as he continued to touch me. I looked up and found him staring down at me. Before I could read the emotions in his eyes, his mouth swooped down to capture my lips, and I was lost to sensation.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body tightly to his. I was acutely aware of my nakedness and the fact that he was fully clothed. It heightened my arousal, and I attacked his mouth with my lips, tongue, and teeth. He kissed me back just as roughly, and slowly lowered our bodies to the ground. I closed my eyes as Jensen kissed my neck. His hands held my breasts, while he rubbed my nipples back and forth with his thumbs. It was like there was a direct connection from my nipples to my pussy. I could smell the muskiness of my arousal as my slit filled with fluid, and I wrapped my legs around Jensen's jean-clad hips to try to ease the ache that was building.

Jensen lifted his head to look at me and the look in his eyes was so intense I could have climaxed under the weight of his stare.

"I want you" he murmured.

I whispered, "Then take me."

He lifted himself off of me and sat back on his haunches. Watching me, he removed his jacket and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I licked my lips as the muscular planes of his chest appeared. He unbuttoned his jeans, and as his hands went to his zipper, I launched myself at him. He landed on his back, with me on top, straddling his body.

"Allow me" I said, and I slid down the length of his body, gripped the zipper with my teeth, and slid the zipper down.

His cock sprang up and bobbed right in front of me. Helpless, I took him into my mouth and sucked to my heart's content. I felt Jensen's thighs tense and I heard him groan. Suddenly, his hands gripped my head, and he began fucking my mouth in earnest. If possible, I got even wetter, and I groaned around his cock.

"Enough!" Jensen growled and pulled me up his body.

Before I could regain my balance, Jensen gripped my hips and impaled me with his cock. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as the feeling of being stretched overwhelmed me. Then, because I couldn't help myself, I began to ride him hard and fast, my greedy pussy sucking him in, while my tits bounced with every gyration.

I tried to hold it back, but my climax had a mind of its own. I screamed my release and before I could catch my breath, Jensen reversed our positions and began pounding into me. I felt another climax building inside me, as Jensen kissed along my neck. He fucked me even harder and I knew he was going to cum. Before he could pull out of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on. He stroked into me once, twice, and a third time before he threw his head back and roared as he exploded inside me. I climaxed around him, my pussy milking his cock for everything he had.

Jensen rolled over onto his back, and flung an arm over his eyes. I brought his other arm around me and snuggled into his side. Now that our bodies were satiated, the silence was back and I became nervous again. After all, he didn't actually respond to the declaration that I had imprinted on him.

I waited patiently, allowing him to gather his thoughts, and prepared myself for what he might say. After what seemed like hours, he finally broke the silence.

"I shouldn't have done that."

My heart fell. Did he regret making love to me?

Afraid that my voice would break, I swallowed a couple of times before I spoke.

"Do you have regrets?"

"Yes, and . . . no."

"What does that mean?"

He lifted his arm off of his eyes so he could look at me. I was too afraid of what I would see in his eyes, so I stared at his chest.

"Leah . . . look at me."

I took a deep breath and slowly raised my eyes to look at him. He smiled, flashing his dimples, when our gazes held.

"I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. I don't regret making love to you. Never have and I never will. What I do regret is cuming inside you. But at the same time, I don't regret it at all."

"Why do you regret it?"

"I always pull out when I'm about to cum. It doesn't matter who I'm with. To me, it's a part of myself that I don't share with just anyone. I'm being completely honest now. I didn't want to cum in you because I knew you were holding something back from me. Plus, I didn't want to risk getting you pregnant, not knowing if you loved me."

I was silent as I contemplated his words. My first reaction was to tell him that his logic was dumb, but as I thought about his reasoning I realized that he was just as scared as me. I didn't want to tell him about the fact that I imprinted on him because I was afraid of rejection and of giving him the power to hurt me. He didn't want to find completion inside me because to him it was the only way he knew to protect himself.

"So, why don't you regret it?"

Jensen looked deep into my eyes and said, "Because I love you, and if I'm the only one who could father your children, I want to do everything in my power to make sure that happens."

Epilogue

5 years later

Looking down at the tiny being in my arms, I couldn't believe my life had come to this. I looked up into the face of my husband, and the look of wonder and awe on his face was priceless.

"He's beautiful" I said, and as if my son could understand me, he smiled displaying the loveliest pair of dimples.

Jensen looked at us both, grinned, and nuzzled the top of my head.

"I love you, babe."

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of my husband nuzzling my head and the weight of my baby in my arms.

"I love you too."

I had never imagined the path to salvation to be easy. Nor did I expect the catalyst for my path to be so beautiful. However, the journey was every bit as painful as I had expected, but what I didn't expect was how wonderful and joyous love could be.

A/N: Well, that's it! I'm finally done with Leah & Jensen's story! I'm sorry the chapter was really short, but man, that lemon took a lot out of me! haha! BTW, Jensen's character is based on a real person named Jensen, who happens to be my husband. He gets a kick out of reading my lemons! Thank you all for being so patient with this last chapter and for reading. I hope you all enjoyed!