IMPORTANT NOTICE!

Cold Moon has been posted! I repeat, Cold Moon has been posted! If you didn't get enough from this story, go check out the sequel. :D If you need some incentive, here's a little spoiler sampler:

"Axel..." Thorn gasped moving her hands through his fiery red hair. Oh, she loved it when he took control like this.

Her call of his name only seemed to egg him on. He pulled back enough to remove his cloak, exposing his bare chest. Then he leaned forward and pulled her top off before returning to biting her neck as his hands roamed over the newly exposed area. He could feel her bare belly press against his and he loved the smoothness of it.

Her hands stroked his chest and back, her nails lightly skimming his skin and leaving behind a phantom tingling in their wake. When his lips got dangerously close to the top of her bra, he felt her fingers dig into his back, pouring fuel onto the already blazing fire. He grabbed both hers wrists, pinning them down on either side of her head. She attempted to resist, trying to pull free. It was of course all for show, and all in vain.

Axel kissed her mouth, engaging a tongue war until steadily her arms weakened and ceased their strain against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he slipped his arms around her torso, letting her wrap her arms around his neck before sitting up into a seat position with her on his lap. She reciprocated his earlier actions by kissing and nibbling on his shoulder.

In the meantime his fingers found the zipper of her skirt.

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Thorn snapped awake suddenly, finding herself in her own bed, in her own world, with no Axel. "Aw, dammit..." She rolled over and draped an arm over her face. "Figures I get the writers who enjoy torturing me."