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  Returning to her from a trip for supplies one day in the warmth of a summer day, he wore breeches and a shirt, his muscles bulging with the strain of the crate before he put it down on her porch.

  Breathing heavily he wiped his forehead with a rag and found her playing in the grass with their son. Kneeling before her he smiled at the sight and pulled something out of his pocket. “Sweet Cera,” he said, his wolfen eyes and fangs barely noticeable to her anymore. Certainly not as he pulled the silver bracelet out of his pocket. “It ain’t much,” he said meekly, though even she recognized the custom from the village.

  “Will ya join with me for right and good?” he asked, hope in his large, almond shaped eyes as he gazed to her, mother of his child.

  She swallowed as she stood, no longer wearing the black of mourning, and instead wearing a beautiful pink sundress that flattered her pale flesh so lovingly. Her eyes watered as she stared at him, her head bowing as a meek, “Yes,” pushed past her peach lips. Her hand extended, that dainty wrist offered to him as she began to breath heavily.

  His hands shook slightly as he slipped the thin metal bracelet over her wrist, but she knew it was not from the weakness of her concoction this time. It was from the overflowing fountain of joy that welled up from within, his eyes glassy with moisture as he rose to her, sweeping his arm around her and tugging her against him. “Thank you,” he said, kissing her on the neck, the cheek then the lips for the first time.

  She met him back with such meek affection, uncertain even as her thin arms wrapped around his neck, feeling her body press against his. It wasn’t out of any sense of duty or morality. Instead, it was a devotion and love that wasn’t easily explained, and even less likely to be understood. It was a connection, a bond they shared, having gone through such terrible experiences together and living through it. She knew that while he’d assaulted her, his pain was no less than hers.

  That night after celebrating as they did, having given his son a small bauble from the village, and feasted like they hadn’t before, he took her out into the clearing about her grandmother’s--no, their--cottage, hand in hand.

  He stood beneath the sickle moon with her, the nature of the beast within him kept at bay as he smiled and twirled her about carefully, kissing her once more with the taste of wine on their lips. “Thank you for saving me,” he said huskily, “thank you for having me.”

  “You saved me too,” she said, for she knew without her Nan that life would have been dismal and grey. Instead she had more love in her life than she ever knew possible, and embraced him with a warmth and compassion she didn’t know existed within her. Empathy exuded from her as she lightly pecked his lips, tasting his sweetness between them.

  Those strong arms went about her tightly, squeezing her slender frame and sweeping her up off her feet as they kissed. He spun her around and together they sank to the grass and rolled around until he was atop her, the fullness of his body pressed carefully against hers as he kissed, the feel of his heart beating so loudly through his chest that it was noticeable to her.

  The sensation was strange, of feeling someone tumble with her, and she smiled at the hidden memory of her childhood that the carefree playing brought up. Her arms were still around him as she laughed, the sound filling the air. They were in the middle of a dangerous forest, yet she’d saved what threatened them. She’d cured him of his pain and even though the beast still raged, it was tamed by her.

  They made out long in the grass, their lips smacking noisily as they made out like children in first love, for at their heart that’s what they were, despite their ages, and despite all that had happened.

  His hands felt up her sides, squeezed her slender hips and breast as he suckled her lower lip. He ground against her, for though she’d tamed his savagery, the thickness of his need was not diminished by it. It was large and wanting, a tribute to his longing and desire for her that burned so hot still.

  But it was all different now. It wasn’t the frightened first time, nor the anxiety laden second. This was something different, something mutual, and she was almost surprised to learn how badly she desired him as well. Perhaps he’d unlocked something within her, unleashed her own little beast, for her mouth and hands were hungry for his body as she lay pinned beneath him.

  There was no threat this time as he pulled up her dress and the slip beneath, exposing her to the summer night’s air for just a moment. He kissed her all the while as he undid his breeches and unleashed his manhood. So thick and wanting he pressed it to her slit, found it waiting and needful in return.

  As the beast he had taken her roughly and mercilessly before, and even now when he impaled her upon his thick cock it was with eager lust, and some roughness. Though now it was more that of a man tipsy with lust than a beast without civility.

  He hilted into her, clutched her thighs and broke their kiss to look into her gaze as he throbbed within her tight womanhood.

  Her face was twisted in ecstasy, in that feeling that she’d never truly known before. It was bliss as she lay in the dew dropped grass beneath her partner, and she knew that’s what they were. Partners. They’d gotten through the terror of the forest together, and she embraced him into her legs, into her femininity. Her mouth found his once more and she could taste that sweet wine off him and felt tipsy with it all.

  His firm backside, rounded and hard, rose up then plunged down as he began to rut into her. He was more man than beast now, as long as he had her and her talents, but atop her in the grass he took her with passion and virility with something of a beast still. Though the changing of but a few things made it all the sweeter as he pounded into her, fucking her hard but lovingly. Wanting her madly and nobody more as he panted into the night air betwixt their kisses.

  Her soft pants and moans peppered the cool air, and her fingers dug into his shirt as she rocked beneath him. Her heart pounded and her face reddened, for this was the first time she’d truly made love, and she was blown away by how exquisite it felt.

  The moon glinted in his dark eyes as he rode atop her, the wet slap of his flesh impacting hers filling the night with each new thrust. “Cera,” he moaned in his growling voice, so rich with lust. She felt him swell in her after long pounding into her, his thickness bulging with impending release as he so anxiously revelled in her depths.

  She knew the risks they took, coupling in the woods like that. He’d already once given her a son, and her hips had widened slightly because of it. He could impregnate her again, yet instead of fear, she was filled with acceptance. What would be, would be, and she would not fight fate. She would accept it as much as she had accepted him. For all his flaws, for all of his brutal nature, she loved him.

  So it was as he came into her, thrusting himself into her depths absolutely as he quaked with his release. They were wed now, and how times had changed as he filled her with his rich, virile seed. She’d born him one son, and they were but newly in love.

  To the last of his climactic thrusts he kept himself buried in her depths and covered her mouth with his, kissing her with passion seemingly renewed, so thankful for the blissful change between them.

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