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Harlee POV
I don't know what I expected.  Or even wanted at this point.  I craved closeness with Zeev because of sharing a soul with him, but was there something more?  Or was I just really regretting the fact that I'd been too ashamed to go after a boyfriend or have any kind of relationships since Zeev had tried to eat my soul?  The thought of him 'peeking' through our link during or after 'the act' had me mortified.  Plus, what if I 'Demoned out'.  Oh God.  I got out of the shower and wrapped up in a towel, not paying any attention to Zeev.

"Harlee-wait."  Zeev spoke softly, but I continued out the door and shut the door to the bedroom between us for good measure.

"You know that can't keep me out."  He said from behind me.  "Our emotions are all churned up because of the merge, but if your body has needs that must be met..arrangements can be made."  I was still not looking at him, but that made me turn.  He was standing a few steps behind me with a towel around his waist, dripping wet.

"Arrangements?"  I scoffed.  "Like what?  Are you offering yourself to me?"  I tried to stop my eyes from taking in the muscles leading to his waist.  He jerked slightly.

"That or I can construct a barrier, or call in a favor or two if you prefer.."  Zeev offered.

"More Demons."  I spat,  "More Contracts, more entanglements.  No thank you."  I sat angrily on the bed.

"Your hair's dripping all over the place."  Zeev commented, coming over to move it around my neck.  I froze under his touch and he withdrew his hand, the back of his knuckles grazing the Mark along my jaw.  A shudder went through me.  He looked away again.  I sighed.

"Doesn't matter anyway, blasted period sort of spoils things for me."  I complained.

"Harlee, I am a Demon, and at this point, the smell of your blood is intoxicating to me, so it would not matter to me at all.  Second, I'm afraid our merging adventure earlier may have ended your cycle early.  I no longer smell any blood coming from you.  Even the scratch on your neck is healed."  Zeev replied, turning my head to examine my neck.

"The Angel Grace?"  I gasped feeling my neck.

"It's a good assumption."  Zeev shrugged.  "Now tell me Miss, what do you need from your servant?"  Zeev looked into my eyes.  I blushed.  Could I even say this out loud?

Zeev POV
I watched Harlee's face redden.  I could sense what she wanted to ask for, but I needed her to say it.  I needed her to hear her say it.  To acknowledge that something was changing between us.  Come on Harlee...  To give her courage, I ran my fingers along the Mark on her jaw.  She twitched then looked me straight in the eye again.

"Zeev, how do you feel about me-truly?"  She asked.  I blinked.  I hadn't expected this.  "I mean beyond the Bond forcing you to worship the ground I walk on and my soul fragment driving you to be near me-what do you think of me?"  I placed my hand on her neck and rubbed my thumb along her jaw.  She shivered.  What did I think?  Well the answer was right here, wasn't it?  She was the star that led me out of the wilderness, the brightest light in my darkness, leading the way.  Over time, I had come to admire her for her bravery, her fierceness and determination, and that feeling had become something a little more-something that had caused me to give up my remaining Grace for her.  Love, wasn't it?  I believed it might be, but this was not the Love I was used to, this was different...for this, I would give my life..I opened my mouth to try to explain it, but Harlee's eyes sparkled with tears.  She had heard it all through the Bond, where my fingers met the skin over the Mark.  She leaned in and kissed me abruptly.

"I want you to make love to me Zeev."  She murmured against my lips.  The smell of her nearly overpowered me.  I kissed her back eagerly, laying her back gently on the bed, pulling her towel free as we fell.  I ran my fingers lightly down her body, letting them linger at her breasts, her hips, her thighs.  I kissed the Mark on her jaw and she jerked as the electricity coursed through her.  I felt her fingers at my waist as she pulled my towel free.

"Impatient are we?"  I growled against her neck.  She hummed a reply, fingers sliding over my abdomen and creeping steadily lower.  I bit her lightly as she gripped the object of her search.  She gasped slightly and squirmed.  I trailed kisses down her neck.  I had had many women, but none had made me feel like Harlee...

Harlee POV
I let me fingers wander over the Mark on Zeev's neck.  It looked like a lone wolf against a white full moon right now, facing away, fluffy tail and head turned to the side in relief.  Beautiful, lonely.  He trembled under my fingers and brought his mouth back to mine, kissing me passionately.  His tongue ran along my lip, then entered my mouth gently.  The taste of him was like cinnamon and some other spice.  I groaned and clutched him tighter.  How had I gone so long without touching him like this?  Our soul fragments wanted our bodies close, so I was gonna give 'em close.  I arched up against him and heard him gasp.  I could feel his arousal through our link, and in his body above mine.  He was truly beautiful, even if it was just an illusion.  His fingers had wandered between my thighs and my body reacted immediately when he touched me.  He chuckled lightly.

"Ah dear, you really have waited too long for this, you're very excitable."  He taunted as he let his fingers explore in slow agony.  I moaned again and felt myself trying to move against him, but he pinned my hips in place.  "No, no.  You asked me to make love to you.  Not the other way around."  He lowered his lips and I thought I was going to die.

Zeev POV
The taste of Harlee...

Why had no other woman tasted like her?  Why had no other woman been so delightful to torture with my lips, my teeth, my tongue?  I was having a hard time restraining myself, but I wanted to make this last, this delicious torment.

Harlee POV
I squealed, I couldn't help it.  His mouth was lighting me on fire and I was certain the fire would never burn out.

"Please.."  I begged and Zeev raised his head.

"Please what, Lady?"  He teased.

"Please don't torture me anymore-I can't take it-I just, I need.."  I blushed  Zeev leaned over me and I felt his fingers running across my chest.

"What do you need, my lady?"  He asked quietly as my body arched upward into his grasp.  His thumb rubbed small circles and I grabbed his shoulders to pull his body closer to mine.

"Please, don't make me wait any more-please make love to me now."  I begged.

"Why my dear, what ever do you think I've been doing?"  Zeev chuckled darkly and pinched me.  I squealed.  I desperately tried to join our bodies but Zeev grabbed my hand.

"Wait, wait."  Whispered Zeev against my neck, placing a thumb on my jaw and guiding my hand to the Mark at his neck with the other.  I felt the electricity snap between us and Zeev's body arched into mine.  My whole body tingled and as he began to move it was like he left a trail of electrical sparkles behind him.  I cried out, and Zeev pulled one of my legs around his waist.  I wrapped the other up to help as he moved against me.  I panted and could hear him breathing hard as well as he brought our bodies together.  The pressure in my abdomen began to build as he pulled back again and began to move more quickly.  I could suddenly feel his desperation through our link.  He was about to lose control.  He pulled me upright and I collapsed against his chest, arms wrapped around his neck as I felt my body's release.

"I...I'm sorry..." I said, shuddering, as I realized he was still aroused.

"Don't apologize, I intend to continue."  Zeev growled, tossing me back to the bed on my hands and knees and tugging my hips into the air in front of him.  He gripped my hips tightly and pulled me against him again, as closely as he could.  I gasped out and he chuckled lightly.

"I'm surprised you could handle so much of me.  Most women would have collapsed by now, I tend to wear them out."  Zeev said wickedly.  

"My arms are giving out."  I replied truthfully and Zeev chuckled again.

"Then let me bear the weight for us both."  He responded and adjusted our positions, pulled my back up to his chest, I was in a seated position on his lap, our legs under us.  He had one arm across my chest, thumb gently rubbing the Mark on my jaw, sending electricity sizzling through my body.

"Oh my God!"  I screamed and I felt Zeev nip my neck with his teeth.

"There's no God here, just your Soul Bonded Demon."  And he whispered his True Name in my ear.

"Now say it."  He said.  My tongue stumbled over the unfamiliar sounds.  "Try again-say it!"  He demanded and I tried again and the name rang out clear as a bell between us and I felt him tremble and I let myself drown in the sensations, my body following his release.  As he lowered us back to the bed, exhausted, he whispered  "You now have... complete control over me.  I could not escape you if I wished."  Zeev ran his fingers over my shoulder.  I shivered and he pulled me against his body.  "I belong to you."