3 The Sacred Kiss

I make the first move. I punch him in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground. Instead, he grabbed my hand and I suddenly fall on top of him. I growl, sitting up. "Nice Move." I compliment. He nods and leans over me, causing me to lean back. He gently brushes his lips against mine. He presses harder, and I press even harder. I entangle my hands in his hair, causing him to press harder. I let go and he lets go as well. We were both breathless, wanting more. "We can't do this." he says finally." I nod and stand up, helping Stark stand up too. I walk him to my bedroom and kissed him, gently. "Yes, we can." I challenge, entangling my hands in his hair. He searches my eyes, trying to see if I really want this. He pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard. We undress quickly, somehow on the bed. He puts my leg on his waist, kissing me harder. Did I... fall in love?

I was lying with my stomach up. My eyes were closed and Stark hand was on my hip. "You're staring" I say, my eyes closed. "I'm gazing" he corrects, putting a strand of hair behind my ear. "It is creepy" I say, finally opening my eyes and turning to him briefly. "It's romantic" he corrects, once again, gently kissing me on the lips. I felt like he was my one true love. I was not thinking about Deagon, whatsoever. All I was thinking was that Stark somehow loved me and I. the same. Can I, the Beast, fall in love with the Beauty?