Rebecca's POV

'Our home' ended up being a large mansion, how could I even have thought it would be anything else when I heard those words? It was wonderful, so beautiful, and yet simplistic as it should be in its own beauty. It was decorated with white and light blue, and seemed more like it was a happy summer home than a mansion that the royal family lived in.

"This house belonged to my father and my sisters mother when they were married. And it belonged to my fathers father, and so on. It is passed down through the generations."

But I noticed something odd in what he had said. I paused on my place on the lawn, which was still a rich green even though it was well into fall, and falls flowers were decorated all over the place. It blended in perfectly with the trees that were already blooming with color.

"What about your father and your mother?" I asked, and pushed on when he said nothing after a long pause. "I am confused, you just said the royal family members live here, and she would have been included when she married your father, wouldn't she?"

"It is long and complicated." he muttered darkly, and stalked past me, and even though I had finally ruined his jolly mood, I felt guilty for doing it now. This was an awesome surprise, even if it did cause me a little panic attack at the words our home. He wasn't doing this to try and scare me away, he just wanted to show me a little more of his world.

I followed after him, feeling a little heart heavy, into the house, allowing him take my bag in the foyer. The house wasn't so big that we could lose each other in it, but it was big enough that we could give each other enough space and never step on each other toes. I looked around with awe, unable to hide it and unable to deny it, I was already in love with this house.

"It is so clean." I breathed, moving from the foyer into the sitting room that was to the left of the door, noting the emerald green furniture and the large fire place that was already lit, offering up the whole room with a calm heat.

"Once a week a cleaning crew comes in a does a full clean." he answered absentmindedly, and when I turned to study him, he was looking at the picture of a woman on the wall by the door. I paced to his side to look at her as well, and gasped, because I could easily tell who it was.

"Yes," he answered before I could even ask my question. "This is my sisters mother, and my fathers first and true mate." yet another weird thing for him to say, but he turned to me with a smile before I could catch him on it, and for a moment I forgot what I was about to say.

"Would you like to see the rest of the home?" he asked, his voice low and husky, and I could picture doing very wicked things with him.

"Are we alone here?" I couldn't help but ask, I craved him, I wanted him, and I didn't know if I could resist.

"Yes," the same wanting glint lit his eyes, but he took my hand gently and began leading me around the bottom floor, explaining this or that, telling me which rooms had been renovated for when they two of us decided we wished to live in the house, and the tweaks that had been made at his request.

My whole body froze at that, and I looked up into his eyes.

"What do you mean, tweaks?"

He smiled slowly, looking me up and down as if he were just going to eat me rather than answer my words, and began leading me up the stair case. My heart began to pound in my chest, hoping that I was interpreting his meaning in the right way and not getting me hopes up. Did he have something done to the bedroom? Chains and whips, perhaps? Snicker, snicker, not that I was into pain for pleasure, but the idea was a funny one. That was one big gag welcome home gift.

Oh, crap, I did not just think of this place as my home!

Before I could work up a good panic over that, Kalin opened a door, and the breath left my body. It was a dance studio, the wood floors freshly polished, the bars glistening, the mirrors so clean the room was reflected perfectly. I stumbled inside, looking around, finding the large sound system with the speakers built in around the room. Everything I needed was here, and the best part? The room itself was built soundproof, so I could also practice my music.

Tears welled in my eyes as I turned back to look at him standing in the door way, leaning on the frame, looking hopeful, and when he saw the tears in my eyes, looking proud and anguished. I made my way to him in some what of a daze. This was Kalin's way, he thought of me no matter what, even if I was bitchy or distant. Even though I said I didn't want to have sex until I was ready, he had stood by me, even in his apartment, he had not taken advantage of my need. He tried to make me happy at every turn, and this was a man I could spend the rest of me life with.

Loving him would come, I just knew it.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, wiping the tears away.

I didn't answer him, at least not with words. I was stunned and dazed, and my body was hyper aware of him. I couldn't stand it any longer, I wanted to be with him again, I wanted to feel him making love to me, I needed to feel him cherish my body that way only he could do. To many men had hurt me, I needed him to show me how much I could love it.

I kissed him, standing my tip toes just to reach him. At first he was surprised and tried to pull away, but I locked my arms around his neck and held his fast, until finally he fell into the rhythm of our kiss, and then we deepened it. It the kiss rolled out of control, our tongues fighting for dominance, our breaths becoming short and panted, even as we pressed more and more against each other. I could feel every inch of his chest on mine, solid to soft, meshing my breasts flat, but cause little jolts pleasure in the process.

"Becca," he pulled back a little to breath, but I nipped at his lips, causing him to groan in pleasure.

"I want you to make love to me." I breathed into his mouth, and with another groan he began kissing me again, more forcefully, taking dominance over me completely, leaving no room for fighting or debating. It was wonderful and it was horrible, I needed more and yet I wanted it to stop. My body was turning to molten lava, already I could feel the moisture between my legs for him, my body readying itself for him and no other.

Then my legs were out from under me, and I found myself floating in his arms as he made his way to our bedroom. Ours. He kicked open the door, his mouth never leaving mine, though I could sense the urgency in his body because it was the same one I felt.

But when he laid me on the bed, his head seemed to cool a bit, and he pulled back, hands on either side of me, looking down at me.

"What changed your mind?" he asked, and was there an underlying hope in his words? No, it just had to be my brain playing tricks on me. But I could barley think of the question, let alone the answer.

"Uh, what?" I breathed, trying to get my hands under his shirt. But he stilled me, and it made my brain work a little harder to understand.

"What changed my mind with what?"

"In us making love?"

"It is really that important?" I asked in confusion, because to me it wasn't.

He looked at me in surprise, pulling back a little bit.

"Yes, it matters."

"Why?"

"Becca," it was a growled warning, but it made my skin crawl with anticipation.

"I want you." I breathed, trying to touch him again. But for some reason he pulled away from me completely.

"You want me." he said flatly.

"Yeah, I do."

"That is all?"

"Yes, I am sorry if you were hoping I would say something else."

but he gave a bitter laugh at my words.

"Sorry?" he asked. "No you are not sorry. You love me. I know you do, I can see it in your eyes sometimes when you look at me. I know how you feel, but you keep running away, and you keeping hurting us both in the process. I have followed you, chased you, taken you hits when you gave them and said not a word in pain or reprimand." he gave another bitter laugh. "I love you to freaking death, Becca. Not because you are my Bride, but because of who you are. But I am starting to realize that no matter how much I love you, you will never allow yourself to love me until it is too late."

and with that he stalked from the room, leaving me gaping and stunned.

"Your a dick!" was all I could think to scream after him, and I heard the answering slam of a door somewhere else in the house.

Damn, I had gone from bad mood, to good mood, and now right back again.

"Well, screw you!" I muttered under my breath and stalked from the house, planning on exploring the grounds until I wasn't angry enough to but his balls on the clean white walls!