Prologue

Rated: Heavy T

Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.

-Anonymous

It was too complex to try to explain how or why they had ended up like this. His teeth grazing down her collar-bone. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders anchoring herself to him. While she moved her lips down his jawbone. Everything, all the pain that they had inflicted on one another over the last two decades melted into nothingness right there in that hotel room. Her clothes were lost on their way to the bed his shirt twisted in her fingers, unwilling to let him go.

"This isn't over." His hot breath grazed her earlobe as his mouth continued down her body. A little older than he remembered-where did the time go?- but still the same as when he last touched her.

"Far from it," she muttered bringing him back to the present. She pushed him on his back, unbuttoning his shirt with frenzied fingers. Slowly her teeth nipped at his nipple before trailing down his chest.

His low moan brought her closer to the peak of pleasure. Knowing that she could please him as easily as he could her, her hands pressed against his chest as he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked greedily. Her head ducked into his shoulder leaving her mark against the tender skin there. For one night he was hers and hers alone. One more time. One more night. And she would never look back.

Just one more time, he told himself just one last time and he would never look back. Her pleasured cries stirred him as he moved from her breast to the spot just below her ear. They never locked lips He longed to taste them but they never kissed. Not once. Only licked and suckled. And bit. Only here in their secluded room in the cover of darkness while the big-wigs of the Bureau enjoyed their whiskey and cigars. They stole that night for themselves. Old habits never died and Erin Strauss had always been his drug of choice. He was an addict and help was the last thing he wanted. He sat up and pushed her against the pillows her limbs sprawled across the mattress. She whimpered as he dragged his bottom lip from her wrist up to her elbow. Suckling on the pulse point he knew drove her crazy.

She fought to catch her breath as ripples of pleasure coursed through her body. As she reached for the nightstand. He grabbed her wrist.

"How old are we?" He growled, his eyes dark with desire and want.

"Old enough to know better," she gasped.

"Young enough not to care."

She pulled her arm away from the nightstand. "Enough talking. You have better things to do with that mouth."

"Your wish is my command," he said and lowered himself to cover her nakedness with his body. "How long before they realize we're not there?" He murmured against her skin, his goatee tickled the sensitive valley between her breasts. Kissing each one, he moved his head lower across her stomach down to the v between her thighs.

"They never notice," she sighed and arched against his knowing fingers. "Not as long as the cigars are stocked and the cards are stacked. Ohhhh….." She breathed on a moan "David."

"So wet. Just for me." He stroked her slowly her hips undulating under his ministrations.

"That's it, Bellisima," he encouraged, "come for me."

Somewhere in the far recesses of her mind, Celine Dion's 'The Power of Love', began to play.

"You're trying to kill me," she panted, her body arched and jerked as the coil inside wound down tighter. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to go faster. "I…oh! Oh! Too much…too much." She tried to catch her breath, but he pushed her to the edge.

"More…more…oh…oh"

Slipping a finger in her hot, wet core, he thrust gently and reveled in the way her body tightened and clamped down as a powerful fire consumed Erin from head to toe. Crying out his name her fingers dug into the comforter as her hips lifted seeking him. Dave took that invite. Covering her mouth with his, he swallowed her cries of release and filled her body with one powerful thrust of his hips. He waited a moment for her to adjust to his size. Lifting himself on his elbows, he looked into her blue eyes before setting the pace.

A note from the author: A big special "THANK YOU" to the infallible, amazing, FlashPenguin I'm proud to call you my friend and my beta.