Child of Prophecy {#Multimedia}

Chapter 20

{Warning: Lots of sexual content.}

Chapter 20

And dance we do. Turns out that Keenan is actually quite the dancer and I spend the entire reception spinning and laughing in his arms. The reception is wonderful and I have to remember to thank the ladies for helping me plan the menu, the duck with crab cakes and asparagus are ah-ma-zing. Eventually though, it's time for us to leave and that's exactly when the nerves come back.

"You ready to go?" Keenan asks me. Biting my lip I nod. Thankfully, this isn't like a human wedding and we don't have to make a big deal about us leaving. That would just be embarrassing because then everyone would be throwing rice at us while smirking about what they knew we were about to go do. Instead, we just say good night to a few people and slip out of the cafeteria. The party will probably go on for a little while longer, or at least until the food is gone.

"Are we staying in your room or mine now?" I ask, partly from curiosity, and partly because this silence is starting to give me anxiety. He glances over at me and smiles secretively.

"Neither." He leads me down the hallway, in the general direction of his room, but then we start taking turns and walking down hallways that I don't in anyway recognize. Eventually, we stop in front of a door. He opens it and instead of a bedroom, I see a flight of stairs. Curiously, I follow him up the stairs, grateful that he has such great eyesight because I can barely see anything. We eventually get to the top of the stairs and by the light of the windows, I see that we are in another hallway.

"What's this?"

"This is our new home," he responds. "This is our own section of the pack house. The doors along this end are extra rooms and bathrooms. When we have a family one day. And this," he leads me to the final door at the very end of the hallway, "is our room." He opens it and flicks on a light. I gasp, stepping into the room. It's absolutely gorgeous. The walls are painted a light ocean blue and the whole decor reminds me a bit of what you might expect if you were staying at a hotel in Hawaii or something. There are shells everywhere and a fisherman's net is draped beautifully over the bed, like a canopy. The room itself is huge, and I see that there is a his and hers closet. I assume that the door against the far left wall is the bathroom.

"It's perfect," I breathe out, turning to look at Keenan. The room's beauty fades from my thoughts when I get a look at his face. He's staring at me with such intensity that I immediately feel my mouth go dry and heat flood my body. He steps toward me, cupping my face gently with his hands.

I love you, Farrah.

I love you too, Keenan. I repeat back to him, becoming completely lost in his eyes.

It's as if his face comes at me in slow motion. When his lips finally touch mine, I feel a burning passion I have never felt in my life. Where as other kisses gave me butterflies, this kiss sticks me to the floor and nearly knocks me off of my feet at the same time.

His lips move from mine and attach themselves to my neck. When he sucks at the sensitive skin, a sound escapes my lips. As his lips works magic on my neck, his hands move to the back of my dress pulling down the zipper. I begin unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers and soon enough, I am standing in nothing but my underwear and he is shirtless. Slowly, he walks me back towards the bed, his lips back on my lips and his hands exploring my body. The back of my knees hit the bed just when he nips at my bottom lip. I moan loudly and my legs give way. He catches me around the waist and eases me onto the bed, fiddling with his belt buckle at the same time. I hear the distinct sound of his jeans hitting the floor and then he is on top of me.

I don't think you realize how much I want you. He thinks to me running his hands all over me as if he can't believe I am actually here and he needs to touch me just to make sure.