####Chapter Three

I sat on the bed, my mind still reeling from everything that had happened. I knew for certain I had gotten myself into something I might not come out of. Across the room sat the man from my dreams. He grudgingly told me his name was Kai. I wanted to question him, but he was wounded and naked.

"Can you put on some clothes, please? I can't believe you drove naked in my truck," I said.

He turned and looked at me, his eyes dark. There was something unreadable in them. "There is no need, since we are going to spend the night together," he said, walking slowly towards me.

I shook my head. "Don't come close to me."

"Then I was only trying to figure out if you were the one I was looking for. And now?" he asked.

He was close to me now. I turned away, my cheeks flushing. "I know who you are. I don't need to…" I stuttered, noticing for the first time that the room was very small, and he took up almost all the space in it.

"And don't you have any questions for me?" he asked, enjoying my disturbed look.

I turned to him then, in spite of myself. "How can I possibly talk to you when you are naked?" I shouted, glaring hard at him.

I had only followed him because I'd been scared, but now I regretted my choice. The one I was supposed to be scared of was Kai—this man.

He moved in closer to me. I watched him with wide eyes as he held my arms and knelt on the bed in front of me. I realized that I was between his thighs. My throat became dry, and I closed my eyes.

His hands came to my hair, stroking it. "You are not the only one who has questions to ask," he said as he touched the place where I'd hit my head on the steering wheel. "But tonight we can't talk." His voice was low, seductive like the devil.

"Elaine," he called. "Open your eyes, love."

I slowly opened them. When I looked at him, I gasped. His eyes were alluring, dark with hunger. He didn't hide the fact that he wanted me.

My mind raced. I wanted to run. This was bondage. Why did I want him so much? He tormented me in my dreams, taking me however he liked. Never had he once come without taking me. Even after an exhausted day, he would come to me. I didn't understand how he stirred so much hunger in me.

He bent slowly and placed a kiss on my lips. It was light and soft. He pulled away and looked at me.

"I never thought I'd see the day," he whispered as he leaned close and kissed my head.

I noticed, as he did so, the pain on my head started to fade.

"Are you healing me?" I asked, an uncanny thing to say.

He didn't answer. He'd already made it clear. There was no room to talk.

He took my lips again, but this time it was all demanding. I tried to meet his face. I gasped, and he had his chance. His tongue came into my mouth, ravishing in the taste. His hands were on my hair, stroking me.

Kai heard a voice screaming in his head. He needed to let me go. He needed to chase me away, but he was consumed and lost in his desire. Soon his beast would take over, and he would haunt me like he feared. There was no control with me.

He'd lost everything once. He was a forbidden being, cursed and forgotten, and I—I was his source.

As he kissed me, it became rough. He pushed me to the bed, coming in between my legs.

I gasped at his sudden roughness. When I looked at him, I couldn't recognize him anymore. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and desire. I'd never seen this part of him, not even in my dreams.

His hands brushed against my top, and in one swift movement he tore it away. I was left naked upwards, except for the lace bra I wore.

His mouth came on my neck, tasting me, kissing me. His hands roamed everywhere. He was too fast, and I couldn't meet his pace. “Kai, please...” My words were lost, as his lips covered mine.

I couldn't resist him. My body ached for him, just as it had done every time. I knew him, and I had always been a slave of his torment.

He drove me to the edge and brought me back, never ever letting me fall. He was wicked, and somehow I loved it. He leaned down and trailed kisses on my stomach, stopping just under my navel. I arched forward, as the hunger consumed me.

“Take me,” I cried.

He was the only man that could make me reach the edge, still clothed. It wasn't just the act. It was the sense of something forbidden. It was the dark allure of it. He pushed my trousers down in one fluid movement.

I was shocked at his strength. By the time I knew it, I was naked beneath him.

“I'm sorry if I hurt you," he said, and rammed into me. I gasped at his roughness. Tears stung my eyes as the pain and pleasure washed over me.

This was definitely not a dream. It was too real, too real to be true.

His moves were hard and strong. “Please,” I moaned out as he jammed in and out of me. I was lost in his flames, in the heat of his body, and something told me I had just sold my soul to the devil.

As he moved, his hand found my breast and he fondled it, his movement still strong. I was sure that if we were neighbors around that they would have knocked on the door by now because my pleas and moans had reached the top of the roof.

Just as I thought I would go mad in pleasure, he pulled away from me, he bent forward and gave my sex one long lick. It was all I needed. I trembled as I reached the sky. My ecstasy and pleasure threatening to kill me, he jammed into me again, taking me with him, forever to a journey that we would wish had never begun.