Natasha drove far out, reaching a cemetery. She parked across the street and opened the door, seeing that Nick wasn't budging. "Is something wrong?"

"Uh, you sure you wanna stop here?" he asked, his voice wavering. She giggled, causing him to shiver and make his body warm at the same time as he stepped out of the car.

"Nickolas, don't tell me your scared," she smiled seductively.

"No, not scared....just kinda creeped out."

"You make me laugh," she grinned, leading him through the gates.

They passed several huge headstones. "Uh...usually when I get to know someone better I take them out to dinner or somethin'." A nervous laugh escaped his lips.

"Well, to me, this is a peaceful place...a place where people go to rest. I feel...relaxed." Her smile was enough to calm him down in any situation. He quickly let go of any fears he had, allowing her to lead him anywhere around the grounds. "We're here!" she sighed happily.

"What's this thing?" he asked in total curiosity. He glanced around. "We shouldn't be here."

"Look, its okay. Just follow me," she smiled. Not being able to resist the beauty, he did as requested, following her into the dimly lit small building. He looked at the stone table type of item in the middle of the room. "I come here sometimes...just to think," she whispered; her breath hot on his neck.

Nick laughed lightly, "Whenever I wanna think I just go to my room or the beach."

Natasha slipped around to the front of him, leaning back against the stone slab. "Tell me, Nickolas, what thought creeps into your mind as you stare at me?" She bit her lower lip in anticipation of his answer.

He felt his body turn boiling hot, wondering if any of this should be happening. Finally though, he knew it was unavoidable. "You know, whenever you say my name, I just wanna do this." He leaned in, wrapping his one arm around her waist and pulling her body closer to his, grasping her head with his other hand and bringing her lips to his, passionately igniting a fire. He slowly pulled away, practically fighting against an unknown force. "What is it about you?" he whispered. "I can't fight wanting you...even if I needed to."

She found herself lost in the moment, forgetting everything else going on in her life...forgetting everything else happening around them. "You need me, Nickolas," she breathed.

He inhaled deeply. "It's never been this intense before for me. I'm actually scared," he chuckled, hoping to relieve some tension.

"Maybe it's never been this intense because it's never been so right." She felt herself falling deeper and deeper. "I need you. I don't just want you, I need you."

"You don't know anything about me," he said sadly. "So much baggage comes along with me."

"You don't even have a clue about my baggage," she replied dryly, moving in for another kiss. "Just have me," she said innocently.

He couldn't control his emotions any longer. He kissed her once more, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. His hand moved up her thigh, inching closer and closer to her forbidden zone. His eyes widened and their kiss sweetly ended. "You're not wearing any undies," he smirked.

"I'm not wearing a bra either," she said seductively, kissing his neck, lightly scraping her teeth against his skin.

His eyes rolled back into his head, enjoying the words as they spilled out of her mouth. "I want you now," he said as kindly as possible.

She let her eyes burn into his, letting her hands gently slide his jacket off. He motioned for her to stand up, laying the jacket on the table and lifting her back on it. She smiled in admiration and continued with his wardrobe. Her hands slightly shook as she removed his shirts. He just stood, watching her...blown away by everything happening. She ran her hands across his smooth and tan chest, lowering her head to bite on a nipple. She heard a small cry escape from his mouth. "Does my angel boy like that?"

"Please, do it again," he gasped.

She continued flicking her tongue against him as the nipple hardened. She moved to the other one, paying the same attention to it. This time, she snaked her hands down to his pants, slowly undoing the belt, sliding it out of the straps and throwing it into the air. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, knowing that he was staring at her intently the entire time. "Is there something wrong?" she asked, finally locking eyes with him.

"Let me pamper you," he whispered, picking her up off the table and sliding her down his body. She closed her eyes, hoping to calm herself. He moved behind her, grasping onto her shoulders. He moved his hands down her arms, stopping at her biceps. "Damn, you've got some muscle there," he laughed.

She glanced behind her. "I'm sure that's not all you want to check out," she teased. "I’m well defined in other places as well."

He moved closer, placing his lips on the back of her neck, slowly inching down the zipper of her dress. He stared at her bare back and the top of her bare butt. "You weren't playin' with me," he chuckled.

"Would you like me to?" she asked, still having her back to him.

He licked his lips in anticipation, moving her dress down to the floor, allowing her to step out of it. He quickly undid the straps to her shoes, letting her step out of those as well. Lifting her back up on the table he looked over her naked, sitting figure. "Now you can play with me," he smirked, a child-like laugh erupting from within.

"You are a quirky one, aren't you, Nickolas?" She watched as he shut his eyes, breathing in once more. "You love when I call you that don't you?"

"Take me," he whispered, lust filling his eyes. "Have your way with me."

"Only say it if you mean it." They locked eyes one more time, except this time she held his stare. She hopped off the table, gliding her hands in the sides of his pants and briefs. She worked them down, watching him stare at her the entire time. "Get on the table, Nickolas." He stepped out of his shoes, pants and underwear and sat on his jacket that covered the table. She eyed him. He reminded her of a little boy sitting on a doctor's table while waiting for his checkup, legs hanging off the edge and hands gripping the side. His gaze never left her though. "Lay down, Nickolas."

He grinned at the sound of his name, but did as told. "You're the only girl I've ever allowed to call me that," he sighed.

She went to the end of the table and grabbed his feet, ridding him of his socks. "You have beautiful feet...Nickolas," she smirked. All he could do was blush, unable to form any kind of response. Soon, he found he was unable to do anything, caught up completely in the moment and in her presence. She walked back to the front of the table, coming face to face with him. "Can I have my way with you, angel boy?" she questioned with complete innocence. Her answered was a deep kiss, having him pull her closer and closer to him. She parted from him long enough to mount him, molding his erection in her hands.

"Please," he whispered. "Please let me have you."

She felt her eyes water, mixed emotions filling her entire body. "Promise you'll have me forever?" Her voice was filled with hope, but before he could answer she went down on him.

He moaned loudly, watching her body as it went up and down...riding him like no one had before. A sweeping sensation ran through his entire body, something that had never happened before when he had sex with the other girls. "Oh...God...I'm gonna cum! I can't hold back!"

She knew this would happen. She also knew why. It was a moment she longed for and dreaded. Her emotions were jumbled once again as she felt her own wave of pleasure pass through her entire body, causing her to collapse. As soon as she fell on him, she heard his cry of passion mixed with her name.

'DO IT!'

The voice in her head was too strong to ignore.

'FUCKING DO IT NOW!'

As she listened to his shouts of pleasure, she knew what she had to do. "I'm sorry, Nickolas," she whispered in his ear. "I'm so sorry," she choked out one more time before sinking her teeth into his neck.