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She felt his presence before she opened her eyes and saw his shiny black shoes standing in front of her. She couldn't bring herself to look up at him. Sloan walked slowly between her legs and pressed her head against his stomach. He gently began to stroke her hair and his act of compassion sent Rachel over the edge. She cried with abandon. Huge racking sobs shook her entire body as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shirt. She cried for the girl she'd been before she'd met Ryan, the one who had been lost for so long. The girl who believed in true love and miracles and happy ever after. She cried for the loss of her girls who she knew she would never be a mother to again. She cried in anguish for believing in her husband who had made her such a fool. She cried because she knew that a part of her was dead and gone forever, the part that would love without question, the part that believed in goodness and light, the part of her that would never rise again. She cried herself empty and then stayed there with her face in the wetness that soaked Sloan's shirt and trousers until she felt the cold begin to creep into her face. 1

Sloan's strokes had never ceased. He had a gentle touch that said, everything will be alright, I'm here, and Rachel wanted to believe in that more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life. She felt him move as he lowered himself to one knee and tried to look her in the eye. She lowered her head as he gently wiped a tear from her face. Slowly, he raised her head so that he could look into her eyes and what she found there wasn't what she expected. Rachel expected to find pity staring out at her from his eyes, but that emotion was not to be found. What she saw was sorrow. 2

He kissed her then, not a passionate kiss, but one full of deep caring and concern. She felt herself cling to him in the desperate hope that it was genuine as she opened herself up to him. He stroked her back as he deepened the kiss and she felt the change from gentle compassion to a slow burning urge. Rachel closed her eyes harder and pulled him to her even harder as she felt his tongue explore her mouth. The tears had left her feeling weak and drained, but now she felt a slow yearning building deep within her. 3

Sloan hugged her close as he lifted them both to their feet, never breaking the kiss. His hands roamed through her hair, down her back, caressing her derrière. He pulled her to him tightly and she felt his arousal which quickened her own. Sloan's kiss deepened and became more passionate as he stroked her and tried to meld her to his own body. It was a true breathtaking kiss, one unlike which Rachel had ever known. He seemed to take her into him so that the outside world no longer existed. Her eyes lolled upward behind closed eyelids as she lost herself in the world he created solely for her with his mouth and tongue. She felt his hands stroking her body and knew her own were digging tightly into his shoulders from behind to keep from falling, but there was a sweet promise in his kiss that she had never tasted before and it was something she never wanted to end. 4

But it did end. Sloan broke the kiss and she moaned, never wanting it to stop. His lips moved around her jawbone, raining kisses as he went. His mouth found her ear and her breath caught in her chest as she heard his wanting, felt his need. Her knees trembled as his mouth traveled farther to kiss her neck and lick and suck at the tender skin. She turned her head to give him better access so he could give her more of what she wanted. A fire had started within her and she knew only he could sate it. She could feel her body's hormones raging within her, creating a need that she hadn't known she possessed. 5

His lips blazed a trail around her neck as he stopped to tease her momentarily at the base of her throat. He found some pleasure in licking the salt from her now dried tears from the indentation at the base before he traveled downward farther still. His hands had come around and were slowly traveling up her ribs. His thumbs caressed the base of her breasts simultaneously in a way that made her want to take his hands and place them full on her breasts so he could squeeze and plunder them. The heat within Rachel had taken over and her mind was now ruled only by passion. She wanted Sloan, wanted him in a way that she could not explain, in a way that she had wanted no other man, ever. 6

As if he read her mind, Sloan's hands cupped her breasts and massaged deeply, his thumbs flicking back and forth, back and forth, over her hardened nipples. His mouth fell hungrily over her breast as he licked at the erect nub through her clothing. Rachel's head arched backward, and she wanted nothing more than for him to be holding her in his mouth, free of the constrictions of clothing. As if her wish was his command, Sloan pulled her shirt upward and she raised her hands so he could free her of it, but he stopped midway. Rachel was left standing there with her shirt caught under her chin where she was blinded as Sloan captured both of her wrists in his hand and held them above her head. She gasped as his other hand continued to massage her breast and his mouth suckled at her bra covered breast. Achingly slowly, she felt his hand unclasp her bra and she felt her breasts swell with freedom. He pressed the lacy black material up so that he could have full unhindered access. His tongue traced tiny rivulets of fire as she stood there exposed for him. His tongue flicked back and forth over her nipple as his hand caressed her breast. He released his hold on her so that he could cup both of her luscious mounds and massage them between his fingers.7

Sloan had had many women in his lifetime, but none that he wanted to pleasure more than Rachel. He was reveling in the accelerated beating of her heart and the tiny goose bumps that were breaking out over her skin as he licked and caressed her body. He ripped the shirt off of her in one movement and raised his mouth to hers once again, seeking to impart his desire upon her lips. He kissed her until her lips were a swollen, beautiful, redness. His tongue inflicted the sweet agony of desire that was his upon her mouth. Rachel responded with a fervor that surprised her. Never had she felt such passion. Never had she wanted a man more than she wanted Sloan. He kissed her eyelids with such tenderness as his hands stroked her back, up and down, and in small demanding circles. Sloan drew away from her long enough only to remove her bra and gaze at her breasts. What he saw took his breath away. She was perfect. 8

His hands slipped downward to unhook the button on her pants and as he slid the zipper downward, he bent his head to lick her breasts again. His hands expertly roved the edges of her pants, sliding them down her long slender legs, caressing her as he went. He bent lower as he slid her pants down, kissing a trail down her body, around her navel and to the edge of her panties. 9

Sloan looked up at Rachel as he quickly removed her shoes and socks. The desire in his eyes made it impossible for Rachel to look away from those glowing blue orbs. She was aware that she was stepping out of her pants and that he had slid her panties down as well to remove them, but she had no realization of it. All she saw was the burning desire in Sloan's eyes. In his eyes, she saw something she had never seen before. He wanted her, desired her with a passion that was insurmountable. Sloan lowered his eyes as he began his kisses once again. He placed his lips on her inner thigh and Rachel shivered. She was vaguely aware that she was standing there naked in front of him while he was fully clothed, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the heat of his tongue as it licked its way up her thigh and the caress of his hands on her ass. She felt him move her legs apart as his tongue blazed a trail toward her very core and the first time she felt his tongue upon her, she heard a moan escape her lips. 10

Rachel's moan made Sloan want to take her immediately, but he steeled himself, and glorified in the knowledge that he would make her his. He would make love to her like no man ever would. He wanted to completely overwhelm her so that she would never want another man besides him. He wanted to make her completely his, and this was his chance. He licked and sucked expertly until her little nub was throbbing with wanting and then he ran his tongue inside her, letting his fangs barely draw a single drop of blood from her labia. He knew what this would do to her and he was right. 11

Rachel stifled a scream as she felt the prick of his fang and the liquid fire that sprang from the place where he had nicked her. Her knees bucked and she collapsed on him, but Sloan held her firmly in place. He wasn't done with her yet. He suckled her and licked and nipped at her until he felt her coming in wave after wave. He heard her moaning and shouting his name and he smiled as he nicked the inside of her thigh with his fang. He knew how to control the sweet venomous nectar that he could release from them and he knew what it would do to her. He felt her body shuddering and convulsing around him and that drove him nearly to madness. He wanted to claim her so badly, but he made himself take his sweet time as he rose and kissed her breasts, suckling them, massaging them so sweetly before claiming her mouth once again. 12

Rachel couldn't stand. Sloan was supporting her entire body as wave after wave of orgasm racked her body. She couldn't concentrate on his kiss and she had no idea where his hands were, but she loved every second of his embrace. Slowly, she felt her legs return to her and returned his passionate kisses with her own. She wanted to grab him and pull him back to her as he pulled away from her and stood in front of her. 13

Sloan boldly looked slowly up and down her entire body, and Rachel felt the urge to cover herself. Sloan sensed her shyness and looked her directly in the eye. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever beheld. Let me drink in your beauty, Rachel. Don't deny me the most beautiful sight I have ever seen." 14

She swallowed. Hard. Rachel couldn't believe what she was hearing. This gorgeous man wanted her. He thought her beautiful and he told her so. A tear threatened to fall from her eye and Sloan was there to kiss it away. "You are my everything, Rachel. You have not been treated right in the past, but that is the past, and you are with me now. You are mine, Rachel, all mine, and I promise you that you are beautiful. You are beautiful to me. Let me show you how much I care for you, Rachel. Be mine tonight and for always. Let me treat you like the beautiful goddess you are." 15

His words made her want to cry even more. Ryan had never talked to her like this. Ryan was the only man she had ever been with, and she had never felt anything with him like what she felt with Sloan. Sloan told her what she wanted to hear, and when she looked in his eyes, she felt no deceit, only truth. He really did want her. He really did think she was beautiful. It was all too much to bear. It was overwhelming. 16

Sloan stepped back from her, letting his eyes roam shamelessly over her body once again. He began slowly unbuttoning his silk shirt as he pulled it free of his pants. As he removed it and the silk pooled on the floor, Rachel was aware of just how beautiful he was in her eyes, too. His chest was sculpted to perfection. His powerful muscles rippled as his hands unbuttoned his belt. She ached to touch his chest. Sloan was boldly stripping in front of her while his eyes never left hers. When he stood naked in front of her, Rachel felt herself swallow deeply as she stared at his body. He was perfection incarnate. She wanted to feel embarrassed at staring at him so boldly. Modesty demanded that she look away, but she couldn't tear her eyes from him. 17

Making love with Ryan had never been like this. They had never done this and she had no reference of how to react. The memories of just how lacking their relationship had been came flooding into her mind and she saw Sloan stiffen. 18

"Put him out of your mind!" He almost roared at her. Jealous rage welled within him. He couldn't stand that she was thinking of the puny bastard when she was with him. 19

He saw her startle and a touch of fear blinked in her eyes. He came to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. "I am a jealous man, Rachel. I want you all for myself. I can't stand you thinking about him, so I will just have to make you forget all about him." He kissed her with such ferocity that Rachel felt a cold stab of fear in her heart. Sloan wanted to possess her, body and mind. As his tongue demanded more of her and she felt his erection pressing against her, another thought flew through her head, and would that be so bad?20

As his hands roved her body and his kisses possessed her mouth and his body pressed seductively next to hers, all of her thoughts were diminished and she lived only for the moment. Her eyes closed and she let herself drink in the scent of him, exotic, musky, male with a hint of something else that made her want him with abandon. She felt herself succumbing to his powers of seduction, and she reveled in it. Rachel pulled him closer and her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he kissed her ruthlessly, demanding more. She felt him inhale as he literally took her breath away with his kiss, then he looked down at her and smiled. His hands softened and his eyes blazed with a passion that made her want him and no one else. His voice was husky as he gazed at her, "Will you be mine, Rachel?" 21

She couldn't find the words to match the intensity in his eyes, so she simply nodded. Sloan smiled and swept her off her feet into his arms and kissed her passionately as he laid her back on the bed. 22

He stretched out beside her and let his hand slide down between her thighs as he claimed her mouth once again. Rachel felt herself rise and press against him as his fingers expertly manipulated her body. His kiss was drowning and she let her eyes roll back in her head as she moaned against his lips while his fingers wove their magic. Her chest was rising and falling at an accelerated rate and Sloan knew she was on the verge again. He moved his mouth to her breast, kissing and licking as his fingers moved within her slickness and his thumb stroked her swollen nub. He let his fang pierce her nipple just as she reached the apex and satisfaction crossed his lips in a smile as Rachel cried out again as shudders wracked her body and her legs wrapped themselves around his hand and she rode his fingers in wild abandon. His mouth claimed hers once again as he let her fire simmer while his hands began roving once more. 23

Breathless, Rachel said the sweetest words to him. "I want to touch you." Slowly, Sloan lay back as Rachel rose above him letting her hands slowly roam over his powerful chest muscles. She bent her head to kiss his chest, at first timidly, then more boldly as she licked his nipple and pulled at it with her teeth teasingly. Sloan's hands never stopped their caressing of her body, even as her head dipped lower to kiss his flat stomach. Her mouth followed the thin trail down his lower abdomen and she heard his sharp inhale as she licked the head of him. She felt his hands grow tense on her shoulders and she knew he was wondering what she would do next. 24

Rachel slowly positioned herself between his legs and looked up at him as she ran her tongue slowly upward from the base of his swollen member all the way to the tip. The fire in his eyes she saw elated her and made her want to please him even more. Slowly she ran her tongue around the head of his shaft, wondering to herself what on earth she was going to do with this big thing. Sloan was huge and it excited her and scared her at the same time. She wrapped her mouth around his shaft as her right hand tried its best to encircle the base of it, and she found herself sucking and pulling and licking as Sloan tangled his hands in her hair. She was bobbing her head up and down, licking and sucking while all the time marveling at the size of him. She felt him pull at her hair and looked up at him. The urgency she saw in his eyes scared her. "Come here," he said hoarsely. He pulled her to him, trying to regain control, kissing her deeply. "Oh, you make me want you so bad." He said. 25

Sloan rolled her over where his body was pressing on hers. His kiss was deep with need and he slipped his hand down between her thighs again, letting his fingers stroke her. He kissed her breasts and his fingers brought her almost to the verge again. As Sloan positioned himself between her legs and the tip of his shaft pressed against her wetness, he saw something in Rachel's eyes he didn't like. He felt her tense against him and he knew she was scared of him. The animal within ignited and instinct told him to slam himself inside her and rut, but the fear in her eyes stopped him cold. It pained him horribly to say, "We don’t have to do this if you don't want to. Just tell me and I'll stop." 26

The look in Sloan's eyes was pure agony. He wanted to make love to her so bad, but he wouldn't if she didn't want to. A full excruciating second ticked by as Rachel bit her lip and looked up at him. "No."27

Sloan's heart crumbled before her next words sank in. "I don't want you to stop, it's just that…." Her whisper trailed off and she couldn't look him in the eye.28

Sloan realized fully what she'd said, and turned her head so that he could look directly at her. "I'll go slow. It'll be so good for you. I promise." 29

"It's just that you're so… you're so…" He knew what she couldn't bring herself to say. He grinned. How could a woman with two children seem so much like a virgin to him? It made him want her even more.30

"I won't hurt you. I promise I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt before." Sloan began stroking her with his fingers again, slowly building the heat within her while rubbing the head of his shaft at her opening. He whispered to her in his most seductive voice all the while. "You are so wet, my sweet, I want to make you come. I want to make you come harder than you ever thought possible." His stroking intensified as he breathed in her ear while he spoke. He could feel her pulse rising and he knew she liked it when he talked dirty to her and nipped at her ear. "You make me want you so bad, Rachel. I want to pleasure you like you've never had it before. Just let me stroke you. Mmmm… Oh, baby, you're so wet for me. Oh, yeah, that's right. Move with me. Let me make you feel good." His mouth dipped down to suck on her neck and Rachel felt herself arch toward him. 31

Sloan eased the tip of his shaft inside her while his right hand was stroking her nub, then he withdrew and rubbed himself against her. "You want me, don't you? You want to feel me inside you, don't you Rachel?" He rubbed himself against her faster and pressed himself against her. He got a moan for an answer and that spurred him onward. He pulled at her nipple with his teeth at the same time he slid the head of his shaft within her again. She was so hot and slick and throbbing. His eyes rolled back in his head as he fought for control. His fingers rubbed against her faster and faster, building the orgasm he could sense coming from within her as he slowly eased and stroked his manhood within her. Slowly he withdrew from her and he heard her whimper. "You want me inside you? You want me to give it all to you, baby?" 32

The blood was pounding in Rachel's body all the way from her head down to her core. She needed the sweet release Sloan was not giving her. He was teasing her, making her want him, making her tell him what she wanted and she realized she was fully at his mercy and she wanted nothing more. Breathlessly she said, "I want you, Sloan. Give it to me." She felt his shaft barely within her, slowly stroking, barely in and out while his finger continued to stroke mercilessly. It was maddening how bad she wanted him. "Please." She whimpered, "Make love to me. Make love to me now." 33

Sloan's heart stopped. Make love to me? Oh, by the Gods, what was he doing? His thoughts were shattered by Rachel thrusting herself upward at him, moaning, wanting him. She was on the verge and he knew it. Slowly, one agonizing inch at a time he drove deeper within her and withdrew each time, trying to ease himself into her. God, she was so tight! He fought for control again. His teeth and tongue toyed with her beautiful taut nipple, sucking and licking as he stroked her fire. She was writhing and moaning underneath him and Sloan couldn't take it any more. He had to bury himself within her, he had to. He felt her flesh give way as he pressed himself harder and harder into her body and he heard her sharp intake of breath and a cry of pain as he thrust his entire manhood into her. He remained still for a moment, letting her body get accustomed to the size of him. Sloan looked at her and kissed the tear that had fallen from her eye. He had hurt her, damn it! "Are you ok?" he asked. 34

Rachel bit her lip as she bravely nodded her head and tried to keep another tear from falling. Sloan felt like a bastard. He'd promised her he wouldn't hurt her and he'd made her cry. He swallowed that fact and resigned himself to making the best of it. Slowly, he began to move within her, stroking her, kissing her, and telling her the things she most wanted to hear. Gradually, he felt her fire returning, and her body once again readied itself for him. He moved slowly, deliberately, expertly, building and stoking the fire within her loins. He could feel her body begin to clench around him and he drove into her harder and deeper as Rachel's cries of passion urged him on. Her first orgasm shook him to his core. Her body clenched down upon him and he wanted nothing more than to come with her, but he steeled himself and stroked her harder and faster. She was begging him to stop, saying that she couldn't take any more, but he drove into her again and again until he felt her building another. He knew from her cries and from glimpses in her mind that she'd never come twice before and he was determined to give her the most earth shattering orgasm she had ever felt. His breath was ragged and he battled for control as he drove within her harder and faster. As she reached the climax, he buried himself within her as deep and as hard as he could while at the same time sinking his fangs into her neck. The pleasure that over took him was mind numbing. He was vaguely aware that she had bitten him too as he came and he let his body and mind relax in her sweet embrace. Oh, Rebecca, he thought, I've waited so long. 35

Rachel went dead still for a second, not wanting to believe what she'd heard. Well, not really heard, but glimpsed in Sloan's mind. He'd called her Rebecca. Pain and fury welled up within her at his betrayal, washing away all the rapture that had been flooding her body in an icy wave. She shoved Sloan off of her and he flew across the room, splintering the door as his beautiful naked body slammed into it. 36

Too late, Sloan realized what he had done. He'd momentarily let his shields down and Rachel had read his thoughts… and he'd been thinking of Rebecca. He picked himself up off the floor and looked at the tempest before him. Rachel had sprang from the bed and was pulling a dress over her head, shoes in hand. The rage he saw in her black glowing eyes was magnified by the sparkling tears that threatened to spill over her eyelid. If looks could kill, he would most certainly be a dead man. "Rachel, please," he began.37

"Get away from me!" she bellowed. "I hate you!" 38

Sloan made a move toward her, hoping somehow to make amends.39

"Don't you come near me, you bastard!" she screamed. "Stay the hell away from me!" With every fiber of her being, Rachel wanted to be somewhere, anywhere but here with him. She had to get away. She couldn't stand the sight of Sloan. She closed her eyes wishing feverently that she was with her daughters; the only people in the world that loved her completely for who she was. 40

Suddenly, Rachel felt her power swell around her and when she opened her eyes, the world looked like a veiled blur. She felt a breeze blow through her and realized she had no feeling in her body. As she looked down, she realized her form wasn't whole. The shock of it terrified her, even as she saw her body solidifying before her eyes and realized she was no longer in Sloan's house. She was standing in her old home next to her oldest daughter's bed!41

Sloan stood naked in the bedroom dumbfounded. Rachel was gone! She shouldn't be able to teleport yet. She hadn't even been an Immortal for a year yet! This was something totally unheard of for one of their kind. As mad as he was at her, he couldn't help but feel a stab of pride that his fledgling was proving to be so adept at using her abilities. He would find her and make her want him again. That was a fact. Sloan always got what he wanted and she would be no exception.42