His lips pressed softly against mine.
I tried to fight at first, but then the pressure of his lips changed, and he became a desperate, hungry animal that trapped me in his grasp. I surrendered, and then my only coherent thought were, Caelin, and, Oh, Caelin. I felt little shivers go down my spine at his every touch, and each time his lips pressed themselves to mine, a wave of fire ran down my body.
It was bliss.
Deliah. Oh, Deliah. I love you.
They were his thoughts. I could hear his thoughts. I was beyond the point of being surprised; I was kissing my worst enemy. But it still shook me. I was trembling in his arms.
And he was holding me. Really, he was the only thing keeping me from falling to the floor. But the thing was, there wasnt even a floor. The entire world outside the two of us had dissapeared. We were the only things that existed.
He chuckled mentally. But behind his giddiness there was something else. Something wrong.
He was holding something back. And even farther, there was an indescribable saddness in him that wracked me. It made my bones rattle.
The saddness was about me.
No, my love. Dont go there. Please, dont, he whispered in my head. But I was stepping into the darkest part of his mind. I was kissing away all the coldess, all the terrible walls that were topped with razor wire. I filled the barren wasteland of his subconsious with blue skys and green grass, with wildflowers here... aaannd, here. There. One last thing.
The Big Secret.
As I tottered on the threshold of this part of his mind, a thought came to me. This was the door that would make us open to eachother. We wouldnt even be seperate beings.
Oh, little love. Please. You cant... That one... I cant tell you.
And then his mind was pulling from mine, and we were just kissing. Such soft, sweet kisses that left our breath ragged.
And then there was a knock at the door.
Caelin pulled his lips from mine and snarled at the door. He wasnt even Caelin anymore; he was some savage, wild, wolfish thing that was protecting its mate. I snarled, too.
Zara walked in.
"Hey, Deliah, dinners ready. I-" she stopped, looking at the two of us with wide green eyes. He lips formed a small 'O' shape.
"Caelin..." she whispered.
He seemed to be reganing controll of himself. He was still breathing heavily.
I was coming to my senses, too. I realized then what had just happened.
I slapped Caelin across the face.
"You..." I didnt have a nasty enough word for him. I was hurt, wounded. He didnt trust me in our moment of passion to see into the part of his mind that mattered most. The part that would have gotten rid of the walls that I could sense he was rapidly reparing.
"How dare you," I said quietly. That was all I said.
I stormed out of the room.
**Caelin**
My insides felt as if they were gone.
It had been the most wonderful moment of my life. I had almost let her see the truth. Oh, God...
So?
The little, evil voice in my head that was the keeper of my pride spoke up.
She hurt you. She wanted to kill you then. After she left, raw and wounded from her careful touch, she had left he and his walls in tatters.
I hate her.
The emotion welled up inside of me like a riptide. She was a menace. How could I have given myself to her? She wasnt the same Deliah. Not by a longshot.
I looked down at my shoulder, and nearly burst into tears in hurt, confusion, and anguish.
On my shoulder, there was a long, fine, pure white strand of hair.
