I was jumbled around as we landed. I looked around, it was still night and I could tell it we weren't home. We were still somewhere in Europe.

"We have landed in Paris." I heard Dante and I looked over to him, to see him leaning back in his chair, he had been facing me, and probably watching me sleep.

"Why Paris?"

"Because I promised a French cooking class." He told me, standing up as the plane stopped moving.

"We really don't have-"

"I promised you. It's going to happen. Just like I am going to promise you that I will never bring you to a home, or a hotel, or a place I had been with a woman. Every house I own, the Monaco, the Hawaiian, and New York home, everyone I had a woman in is being sold, and we will go to those cities in due time to look for a place more of a fit for the two of us."

"Thank you." I wasn't going to ask why, I could tell why. I could be thankful that he thought that far ahead to think about the other homes and houses that he owned... and he went so far as to think about the hotels as well.

"You are my life now." He stoop down to my level. His hand open for me to take. I sat up and unbuckled myself and gave him my hand.

He pulled me up and the pilots opened the door and let us walk down. There was a taxi waiting for us and I waited by the door as they got the bags in the back and Dante moved to open the door for me.

I slipped into the seat and the driver got in, Dante held my hand tightly again as we drove to the hotel. I got out, not bothering to see if it is a good or expensive hotel. I just wanted to fall into a bed and fall back asleep. I walked in, let Dante check us in. As we got the key cards, and the bags were put onto the little bellhop thing before going right to the elevators.

I didn't bother looking to the room number, or floor level, I followed Dante into the room, letting him hand me a key card as he said he was going to take a call outside. I set it down, and moved to look through the bag we had, and found the same silk tank top and shorts as before.

I got to the bed, noticed how big it was, and pulled my side all the way back before closing the shades, and going into the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth with the complimentary toothpaste and brush.

I got to the other side of the bed again, taking my hair and rolling it up into a bun before sliding my feet in first and scooting down. I covered myself up with the big fluffy blankets. I closed my eyes, thinking about what we were going to do tomorrow, and while it was exciting to be able to go to a cooking class.

And in Paris?

I took a couple deep breaths, and thought about what had happened today. I decided right then and there that I wasn't going to be upset with Dante. I didn't want him thinking what he had done in the 144 years before he met me was horrible and that I hated him for having sex with other women.

I wanted him to just be with me, to date me and woo me and whatever. I wanted to do what I told him before when he found out about Jaxson. I told him that it didn't matter, and while I was upset that he treated me like another fling, I knew that I had to put that behind me.

I had to move forward with my mate, and I would do that no matter what. Tomorrow I would put it past me, tell him I didn't want to talk about it anymore, and that I wouldn't want to hear about anything else like that. That I would try and not to ask, or pry, about his past.

I would leave it there, in the past.

I wanted to wake up tomorrow, refreshed, in his arms, thinking about what our future would bring us.

I waited until he came back in to fully fall asleep. I felt him eventually slide into bed, and I reached out, grabbing his arm and pulling myself into the cool sheets and getting his warmth flowing into me.

His hands went around me, and his entire body relaxed around me as he turned, and we were chest to chest. I fell right to sleep, and dreamed like I did the first night together.

I dreamed of our future, of our ceremony.

I started to kind of take notes of the things I saw. My dream had little sparkle lights, and my white dress went to the floor and seemed very simple and elegant. Dante was in a fitted black suit with a green tie. He was dancing with me and smiling, and his eyes were a bright green.

The cake has mostly white frosting, and I could tell it was something that I did myself. There was gold embellishments all around the bottom tier. The lights were above us, and I was smiling and giggling, and having an amazing time.

I leaned into him, dancing close, and I leaned up, kissing him. I put my hand around his neck and held onto him. I felt myself waking up, opening my legs and feeling him lay on top of me. I opened my eyes and saw him waking up as well.

He seemed to almost blush and he pulled back, almost pushing off of me. "No." I whispered and moved my legs around his hips now, holding him to me.

"Lyla." He sighed and I raised my hands from his shoulders and dug them into his hair and pulled his head back to mine. His lips were soft, and hesitant, but I got a little adventurous and nipped his lip, his tongue licked my top lip and I got to feel his hands move from trying to push himself off of me, to cinching my waist like a tight belt.

He pushed me up further into the bed, his lips went from mine to my chin, and down my neck, sucking on a spot, and his teeth nibbled and I felt my entire body come alive. My nipples were hard, and aching, and I felt his shoulder skim one and I sighed and my hips seemed to jump and push against his groin.

"Can't-"

"Please, I just want you." I mumbled, and pushed my chest up into his, my nipples coming into contact with his hard chest.

"I know what you want." He mumbled against my skin and I wanted to know what he was going to do with me. I felt him going further down, his hands taking my silk shorts with him and I was surprised with how cold the room was without him, and the blanket.

He made sure to keep kissing parts of my body as he pulled my shorts down to my ankles and tossed them away. He went from kissing my ankle to my knee, pushing my legs apart and then working his way onto my inner thigh.

My entire lower half clenched and I started to get nervous because while I knew I wasn't scales and warts down there, I didn't really keep it up and keep it clean. I only did 'maintenance' when it was getting out of control.

His lips got closer and closer to my core and I felt his hands on the outside of my hips, pulling me back down to his face, and I clenched and he chuckled like he could tell I was nervous. I shivered and felt his lips right at my clit and he used only his lips, kissing and then sucking my little nub into his mouth.

I moaned his name and reached up, grabbing the pillows, one hand went down and went towards his hands on my hips. I felt his hand move, letting my hip go, and attaching to my hand, holding mine, interlocking our fingers as his tongue came out to play with me.

I whimpered when he seemed to hum against my body, I felt my entire body tremble and he started to what I could only call 'feast' on my lower half. There was no teeth, but his tongue was making me quake and moan his name like I was calling for him in a crowded room.

My body heated up, and I felt like I was soaring in the clouds, my chest was off the bed, and my breath was coming out quickly. I shut my eyes and moaned his name over and over, and that was when I felt Dante's teeth, he nipped my clit like I had nipped his lower lip when I started this.

I heard him moan my name, like he was getting pleasure like I was. I reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling on it the higher I went up in pleasure. It wasn't until I reached my peak that I went completely silent, my breathing stopped, and my back was completely arched off the bed.

Dante took his time moving back up my body with his lips. I was still slightly out of breath and I wanted to kiss him but he was taking so long to get to my chest.

I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me to the side so we were facing each other, his tongue poked out and licked his lips as he moved up, keeping one leg over his hips as he did. I could feel his lower half poking me and I felt my dragon perk up and as soon as I started to reach down, Dante growled, well as close as his throat could make to a growl, and grabbed my hand and brought it up to his chest and kept it there.

Looking up at him, I could see the fire in his eyes, and I just felt protected, and relaxed. His hands were raking through my hair and I felt my eyes close, his lips touching my forehead and he hummed slightly until I was fast asleep.

This day had gone from a bad start to a whole new feeling of being content and relaxed with my mate.

COMMENT --- please? I am getting on myself more about updating all of my books, even the Moroz brothers. I might end up moving those books to Dreame as well since that is where all my Werewolf books have been moved.