Rule#4: Do Not Get Close To Anyone

I blink and the red is gone. I shake my head, lightly, and finish stitching Rowin's wound. "What did you want with Catalina, anyway?" I ask as I clean him up. My curiosity had peaked when he had mentioned my mother.

His brows furrow as he frowns "It's personal." He states. "Not that it matters, now."

Sighing, I wash my hands in the warm water and take it to toss outside. I walk back in to find Rowin, yet again, trying to get up. "Are you trying to die, tonight?!" I rush back to his side. "You are worse than a bear with a broken leg."

Rowin chuckles. "it's just not comfortable on this hard table." He looks around. "Is there somewhere I can lay down for a while?" He asks, gazing down at me.

I think for a moment. The cot is much too small for him. And he's right about the table. The only place I can think of is... "My bed. You can use it, for now." Without waiting for a response, I gently help him onto his feet. "Be careful, now. No need to rush. That's it. Lean on me." I hear him chuckle again.

"Sure I won't break you? You're so fragile."

"Say that again after I kick your ass, later." I huff. I glance at his face in time to see a smirk upon his lips.

We finally get to the bed and I go to help him down onto it. I suddenly slip and fall right on top of Rowin.

Shocked and embarrassed, I rush to apologise. "Oh my Goddess! Are you okay? I'm so sorry! Damn rug! Are you hurt?" I try to get off him before I do any more damage. Just as I lift my body, I feel an arm snake around my waist and pull me back on his chest.

My face, I know, is bright red from embarrassment. So I hide my face in his chest which, by the way, didn't make things easier. I feel the rumble of his laugh, from deep within him. "Such a klutz, beautiful Bella. Stay a moment longer. Let me hold the Goddess who saved me."

I start to squirm, trying to get up. "I don't even know you. Let me up." I move around a little more until something pokes me near my groin. I freeze as Rowin growls, "Don't. Move."

I gaze up at his face. His eyes are blood red, again, and his face is contorted like he's in pain. "Are you hurt? Should I look?"

"No! Don't move. Please, Bella. You'll make it worse." I think on it for a minute until the realization dawns on me. This man is turned on. My mouth opens then quickly shuts as I try to think of what to say. "Ummm.... Is this.... This is my fault, isn't it?" I ask, sweetly. The heat between my legs only growing stronger as we stay in this position.

I can't help myself. Feeling every taunt muscle under my soft skin, the hard thick muscle that is laying right at my core, makes me just want to burn. I rub myself against the length of his manhood, unable to resist any longer. My eyelids flutter close as I let out a soft moan.

Rowin growls again, deep and gutteral, and tightens his grip on my waist, grinding me into him. Suddenly, he flips us over so he's above me. He grabs my thin wrists with one hand as he uses the other to carress my face. "Yes. It is your fault." His voice comes out huskier and sexier than that of a while ago. "Your beauty. Your fiestiness. I'm already drowning." He licks his lips. "Bella, let me kiss you." I can only nod my head once, for I dare not speak.