Prologue
It was only for a moment that I saw him, but the moment would last forever. It was something I could never forget, because he was always near me in my mind and in my heart. Something about him struck me so dumb that I could always remember it. Those piercing electric blue eyes; those soft, thin lips; that long blond hair cascading over his shoulders. My prince had finally come.
But I was only sixteen when I met him. He was twenty-three. It would have been a sin just to be with him, but I couldn't stay away. He was so mysterious and Gothic, and it was so alluring and sensual that I longed to savor every minute of him while I could still picture him. I used to sneak away from my home and gather many glimpses of him a night. He seemed to be waiting for someone all the time.....waiting patiently..... I didn't know who exactly, but I hoped it was someone like me. He never seemed to speak.....just wait. He'd look up at the full moon with the summer winds whisping through his golden locks, wrapped in black silk and vinyl.
One night he caught me looking at him, and I was so frightened that I began to run away.....but he was too quick for me and he grabbed my hand. He gently pulled me close and kissed my lips as if he knew me and fell in love the moment he saw me. As he whispered my name so softly as the wind blew......
Aurora.....
It was only a moment, however, and a moment it should have remained.
Or so I thought.....
The moment turned out to be seemingly a lifetime of happiness as many months later he found my home and swept me in his arms, carrying me away. I shivered in the warm midnight air because I didn't know what to do, but he put my finger to lips and silenced me. That night I felt even more secure as he kissed me again, and we were lying in his garden as if it belonged to both of us. I remember his bare chest heaving with anticipation I was feeling like a child in his brawny arms. His hands looked so rough, but gentle to the touch. They stroked my face, sliding down to my neck.....to my chest---my rather ample chest. my nightgown, a lacy white ensemble, was too much clothing for me in his opinion.
He lifted the buttons through the tiny hoops on the top of my nightgown and slid the sleeves down to my waist....then my thighs....and even further, down to the tips of my toes. There I was in my underwear, the warm midnight wind caressing my body and my sweet young man staring deep into my brown eyes. Then, he bent closer and his lips brushed against mine. From then on the evening was intense and erotic. Our clothes were shed and nothing was left except our impassioned cries of love and desire. We stayed out in the garden in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity and never once did we even think that we could have a powerful force to break our newfound love. Even in that time, we couldn't be more satisfied with each other.
Two months later, I found myself pregnant with his child.
Chapter 1
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