Free Heart Song by Samantha LaFantasie Page A

hoped.”
    I climbed onto the bench and to the floor to stand in front of him, my knees felt stiff from sitting on them. “When?”
    “The decision will need to be made by tomorrow night.”
    “What happens if I say no?”
    “I would rather not have to think about that, but have considered that a possibility.”
    “And?” I asked.
    “And I’m hoping you won’t,” he said.
    “Why is it important to you for me to say yes?”
    “Because, my world was never compl ete until you were a part of it and you are my heart song. ”
    My mind emptied of everything. Every question, every thought and argument, even logic left my mind. Not once did I expect to hear words like his. I was never anything to anyone. My own father didn’t even want me, and yet, Marren did.  The whirlwind of my life seemed less chaotic with him. He calmed the destructive force that claimed so much of me and when I thought about not having him around, my heart hurt. I’ve always been told persistence wins over patience. I just didn’t know how true that was until then .
    My decision was made.
    I lifted my hands to his chest, feeling his heart thumping hard enough to be felt through his shirt. I inched close enough to feel his breath blow over my neck and shoulders. His lips pressed into my forehead. I could tell he was holding back.
    I slid my hands around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. Rushing fire pulsed through my veins, setting every nerve ending on fir e. Everywhere his hands touched tingled like tiny bolts of lightning. Slowly, his arms wrapped around me as our kiss deepened.  I felt my feet leave the floor as he carried me to the side of the bed, lying me down. His mouth traced the edge of my jaw and the length of my neck. He pulled away, letting his breath flow over my skin in warm waves, then said, “Are you sure this is what you want?” 
    “Yes.”
    He pulled me into a sitting position as the light from another flash of lightning shone on his face. He was human again. 
    “Why change back?”
    “I don’t know. I suppose it’s because I don’t want to overwhelm you .”
    I let my underdress fall off my shoulders to my waist. His eyes took me in, pausing on my scar ridden torso. I moved to cover myself but he placed his hands on mine, moving them so his hand could trace the scars. I grabbed ahold of them when they started shaking.
    “They're just scars, Marren. Faded memories of a past I'm leaving behind.” My words came out calm and even, which was a surprise to me considering I was more nervous and unsure of myself than ever. His shaking subsided as our eyes met. “I promised to never run away from you. I owe you my life.”
    “It will hurt,” he warned.
    “No more than it would if you turned me away.”
    He pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor then started kissing me again. I ran my fingers along the length of his back following the waves of muscle. His body felt like fire and as hard as stone, yet when he touched me or kissed me, it was gentle and subtle—like the touch of a feather. He breathed into my ear, “I have to bite you. I'll try to be as gentle as possible. But, I won't know if you’re hurting unless you tell me.”
    “Okay,” I whispered.
    He faced me. “You have to tell me if it hurts. I don't want to hurt you.”
    “I don't think that's possible,” I said and pressed my lips to his, finding his kiss very addictive and that no amount would satiate me. Then a small fear crept into my mind. What if I'm not enough? What if he's had better? I pulled away from him. He looked at me with pursed brows, and was so still it was like he was afraid to move.
    “Have you done this to anyone else?” I whispered to prevent my voice from shaking.
    “Werewolves are just like regular wolves.”
    I shook my head not understanding.
    “We only fall in love once. You're my heart song, Relena. I've waited countless years for you. I'm never going to let you go nor could I ever turn you away.” His lips