Chapter 1

The air was scented with the brisk crispness of pine needles and the fresh drizzle of a morning rain. Anxiety tripped up through me as I walked forward, eager to see him again. Well, anxiety and the flavor of excitement clenching my stomach. Breathing in the scent of pine and rain did little to anchor me to reality on the basis that this was just a dream. Perhaps I should have held to the idea of it being just a dream but my dreams had never been so great before. My fast clip through the woods, stirring up dead leaves and morning birds chirping, soon brought me to the magical scene where I would wait for him.

Him.

I took a deep, calming breath, and then sat at the base of a large pine tree. The wind rustled through the trees, causing leaves to whisper sensually against each other. Alone, I didn't sit for long. Not alone, I found myself watch him emerge from the convergence of trees just as beautiful as that first time I'd seen him.

Immediately I stood, nervous. My face felt hot as it always did as I surveyed him, feasting hungry eyes on his tall figure. I've always been small compared to a lot of people, petit, but when faced with his height I often felt not only petit but dainty and feminine. Despite my smallness I'd always been rough and tough growing up, trying to make up for the height difference with aggressive rolling in the mud, running through the woods. From childhood little, nearly invisible, scars marked my legs from the scrapes I'd been in. If I didn't already feel inadequate and insecure when compared to him then I certainly felt it then.

"Lauretta," he whispered in that husky, deep voice that could never be achieved by my seventeen year old peers. He had the voice of a man, the body of a man, but the youthful beauty of a boy. I inhaled sharply at the sound of my name passing his lips, making it sound exquisite and refined.

"Hi." I managed to mutter weakly. Just how gorgeous he was seemed completely unfair. People weren't supposed to look like that, I'd thought glumly on multiple occasions. Boys don't just wander out of the forest randomly, was always the following thought. Still, I couldn't help but relish the baser thought that only I knew of him, only I had seen him—else he'd be on TV everywhere he was that beautiful—and he was all mine.

He smiled at me, a slow curving to his juicy raspberry colored lips. Two dimples formed in the definition of his cheeks and his finely sculpted face lit up as if he knew precisely what I was thinking. Of course he didn't though unless he really was a dream which would mean that he was a figment of my imagination and therefore would have to know what I thought when I thought it because he was in my head, he was my head. Yah, I didn't want to think that though so I took a few tentative steps closer.

"Do you remember what was promised me last time?" He asked me demurely.

I avoided answering the question for a moment and instead looked away distantly. "How long has this been going on?"

The smile stayed but something in his bright orange eyes changed—eyes that held no pupil at all. "One year." He answered me in a clipped voice as if he was upset that I didn't remember. I did remember though. I was just avoiding the answer to his first question.

"I still don't know anything about you." I told him, looking up into his gorgeous face. He closed the distance between us, reached up and stroked the line of my slightly sunburned cheeks. His face softened from the harsh features it usually held as he touched me. The tingle of sensation that whispered along my spine caused goose bumps to rise rebelliously on my flesh. The moment was so peaceful.

"What is there to know? Need there be more than the knowledge that you have captivated me? And my name, perhaps."

His name, so strange, unheard of: Reminau Entity. I shuddered as his hand tugged at a strand of my brunette, short cut, hair. Sunlight reflected in his shimmering orange eyes—like flames dancing in his face golden features. The rays of light caressed the smooth complexion of gold covering his flesh, touching him seductively. I gulped reflexively as he bent down to me and breathed hot, mint scented, breath against my face as he touched his lips to my forhead. Smooth, soft lips.

"Oh yes, and how I want you."

"You want me?" I croaked. My throat was closing up like it always did when he was close—all six foot seven inches of him, which was my guess at his amazing height. His broad shoulders blocked the shine of sunlight, haloing him in an outline of light. He was so trim and fit, looked strong and solid. I wanted to touch him, run my fingers around all that pulsing flesh.

"Passion in your eyes, in your movements, draws me to you."

Heat scorched over my body, inside my body. His lips trailed down the side of my face, touching my temple and my cheeks. He traced that hot breath and the feather touch of mouth against the curve of my jaw then stopped at the edge of my lips. I was trembling which was stupid. Of course I'd been kissed before. I was seventeen! But ... never touched like this, so gently. I could feel it though, the hunger he withheld as he kept the rest of his body angled away from me so I didn't feel the overwhelming strength of his heat burning through my flesh, through all sense.

Always it had been my choice—to give myself to Reminau or not. I wanted to so badly, to give myself over to the passion he inspired in me. Yes. Yes I would. Oh God.

"Are you ready?" He asked me quietly. "Just tell me when I frighten you, when it's too much, and I'll stop."

I didn't think I'd be able to tell him to stop, ever. Slowly I nodded in response, unable to make my throat work properly to match his smooth, deep chocolaty tones. He rested his hands on my shoulders, the weight of his slightly callused palms and long, fingers curling just slightly into my skin. He let his hands fall down my arms, light caresses. The day was warm enough that I got by with just a muscle shirt and a pair of blue jeans, plus boots for tromping through the woods.

One of his hands stopped at my wrist, lifted my arm to his face. He kissed my wrist, let hot air wash over my palm and pulled me into him so that I fit him from head to foot, felt every aspect of him beneath the thin barrier of black slacks and silky T-shirt. My head rested against his chest as he slid sensual fingers down my sides until they edged at the end of my muscle shirt.

"Body and soul." He whispered.

"Body..." I echoed through the haze of exquisite feelings he set rocketing over my flesh as the graze of his thumbs touched the baring flesh of my hips.

"And soul." He repeated, his husky voice brushing against the base of my throat s he bent his head down to me. His hands smoothed up my back under the shirt, pulling it higher so that he touches of a breeze chilled my flesh where his hands left a burning trail.

"Yes." I mumbled, letting him tug the shirt over my head and toss it aside carelessly. He drew away slightly, looking down at me with fire burning eyes. Helplessly I looked up at him as he tilted my head back with a finger to my chin, a hand possessively captured at my hip to keep me in place—his fingers spread to encompass as much flesh as possible. The heat of his body swallowed me up, refused to let me go.

"First a kiss." His voice rumbled out. Slowly, too slowly, he bent his head. The curtain of his blue-black hair touched the edges of my face as his lips feathered across my lips. The finger to my chin trailed back until he was cupping the back of my head, grasping at my hair to tug my head back for fuller access to my lips. His kiss deepened, tongue flicking out to command my lips open. I gasped, letting him in, kissing him back hungrily.

Desire flared, rushing over my without abandon.

His thighs brushed against my legs as he fed at my mouth, a knee nudging between my legs urgently. On some level of thought it registered that he was really going for what I'd whimsically agreed to our last encounter. On a silly impulse I'd...

That thought was caught up when his lips became urgently hungry on me, sending sensation pooling in my core. Wetness flooded my pussy. Oh goodness! I'd never had thoughts like that...

Again that thought was cut off as he smoothed his hands down my butt, under my thighs, and lifted me easily. Impulsively I wrapped my legs around his torso, feeding hunger off his mouth as he dished his hunger out. Pulling away I gasped for air as I felt my back pressed against a large pine tree. The rough texture of the back against my back was surprising, jolting me for a moment from the craziness that had erupted my mind.

"Mm..." he murmured, moving his lips down my face with pecks of kisses. He nuzzled my throat, nibbled and drawing on flesh. "You taste good." He murmured, setting me down on my feet again without preamble. I squeaked with surprise as he withdrew suddenly and all that heat disappeared.

With mesmerized eyes I watched him hastily strip of his shirt, toss it to where mine was left, then shimmy out of his pants. Nothing underneath. I gulped, eyes drawn to the erect bulge of his penis. I couldn't seem to take my gaze away under with my eyes glued to it I saw it twitch. Thick bulbous crown, eye—I gulped again—jutted and slightly red but still golden perfection like the rest of his body.

Forcefully I drew my eyes down the strength of his muscled thighs, dusted with black hair. He had amazingly long legs or maybe he was just amazing tall. Up his body, to the definition of his abs and flex of his pectoral muscle. He had compact muscle everywhere, strong arms. But I couldn't stop myself from looking back down at him, thick and throbbing ... for me?

Now I admit to being curios sometimes due to my stupid virginity. In private, secluded moments alone in my bedroom I'd surfed the web and looked at ... men's ... cocks. I'd read diligently about fornication, sex, or whatever. I knew what was going to happen. I knew that it was going to hurt. But I also knew that the average size for a male—cough—organ was not like that. Whoa.

"Don't be afraid." He told me quietly, stepping forward again. His hands moved up my rib cage, thumbs brushing beneath my sports bra. I didn't own frilly things. Mom and Dad ... Well I never needed to own frilly things. The sports bra was conventional, white, and so were my hip hugging panties. Suddenly, embarrassed again, my face flamed red. "I won't hurt you." He told me quietly. "Well, not after the initial penetration."

Always the gentleman. Suddenly the animalistic side to my humanity wanted him to stop being so polite but I pushed that away. He was perfect. What more could I want?

I nodded submissively, frozen in place as he stepped closer to me. His cock pressed into my stomach. My eyes dropped closed as he moved his hands around my back and unclasped my bra, letting it slide away.