Unless otherwise stated, every chapter will be in Mila's perspective.

          I looked around, and caught a pair of magnetizing dark eyes. For a few breathless seconds, I forgot my own name. I forgot where I was, and who I was. His gaze was completely captivating, and I could fully admit that I was entranced.

          I watched, heart thumping in my chest as his dark hair fell across his forehead. He used a hand, almost unconsciously, to push it back. There was a small, secretive smile forming on his heart-shaped lips. They were full and plump and completely kissable. I was sure that I'd never focused so entirely on a man's lips before. And that was what he was. A man.

          He was tall, towering over most of the people in the club as he walked by. A drunken woman bumped into him, and I felt a pang of jealousy hit me as his hand moved to steady her. I swallowed hard at the pure possessiveness coursing through me.

          Had I really just experienced a flash of jealousy over a man I didn't even know? Some bit of rationality was coming back to me, and I was confused by my reaction, my overwhelming attraction, to this handsome stranger. He barely glanced at the woman, his movements determined and sure as he came to a stop right in front of me.

            I had to crane my head so I could look at him. The moment our eyes connected over the short distance between us, I felt the ground shift underneath my feet. He was the centre of my world. He was my world.

           "Hello." His smile was contagious and for a second I smiled back at him, feeling such overwhelming joy that I thought it would be too much for me to bear. His hand came up to my cheek and he stroked it, almost in a daze. Looking into the very depths of my eyes, he whispered, "mine."

          Before I could speak, his mouth captured my own. My arms went around his shoulders, wanting him as close as possible.

          The kiss wasn't rushed or rough. It was sweet and tender. It grew deeper and I could have sworn that I heard him growl as his hands roamed my mostly bare back. He pulled me even closer to him – a feat I wouldn't have thought possible as I could already feel every inch of his body pressed intimately against my own. There wasn't a millimetre of space that separated us.

          I could feel him along me. All of him. His arousal, hard and proud against my stomach, caused a swell of feminine pride to go through me. He wanted us.

          Us? I blinked at the plural. Clearly, I was intoxicated by his presence and had lost all my wits together.

           I stepped back, breaking the kiss. I felt dazed and stunned by the intensity of the emotions running through me. A distant, rational part of me was appalled that I'd just kissed a complete stranger. A stranger whose name I didn't even know.

           "You're exactly as I thought you would be. So beautiful..." His eyes roamed hungrily, almost possessively, over my body. I came alive under his gaze. I saw desire in the depths of his eyes, but more than that, I saw an overpowering adoration. It was clear as day and was displayed openly for me to see.

           "I...What?" I said, confusion encompassing me as his words registered. Did he know me?

           "Excuse me, I'm getting ahead of myself. I am just so happy to finally meet you, I'm finding it hard to believe that this is actually happening." His words were light, exultant laughter rising within him. I detected a slight accent this time, as he spoke. It was so faint that I doubted anybody else would have been able to pick up on it. If I wasn't already so in tune with him, with everything about him, I wouldn't have been able to either. "I'm Luca. Luca De'Angelis," he spoke huskily in my ear. He was Italian. I recognized his accent now that he'd given me his name.

           His nose skimmed downwards, across the bottom of my jaw and down my neck, before he placed a quick kiss on the swell of my breasts.

           "Camilla Davies," I breathed, unable to think clearly as he nibbled on my neck. I couldn't contain my moan. He pulled back slightly, a flash of pride crossing his face.I hadn't understood half of what he'd said, but I was far too gone to care. Every cell in my body was humming for him.

           "I see the desire in your eyes, amore mio," he murmured. My love. "What would you like me to do about it, Camilla?" he asked, his voice deep and husky in my ear.

          I didn't – I mean... He didn't... I wanted–

          His lips were on mine again, and this time there was no holding back as the kiss deepened to lengths I hadn't known were possible.

          Christian... a brief part of my mind whispered. The other part of me quickly squelched it. He was cheating on me, so what did it matter?

          Everything felt so right in Luca's arms. I knew deep down that the he completed me, that having him in my life would make it so much more enriched. I didn't understand what I was feeling, but I didn't want this – whatever this was – to stop. I wanted nothing more but to please him, to have him with me for the rest of my days.

          I felt so content – like everything was right where it should be. The only thing I wanted now was for him to make love to me.  For him to make me his.

          I had never felt like this before in my entire life, and I knew, just knew that I would never be the same again.

          This gorgeous man with his smouldering eyes... he was like Adonis come to life. I could tell by the way he walked and carried himself that he was beautiful and lethal, all wrapped into one. In his arms, it felt like he had the power to so easily crush me, but I also knew that he would never hurt me. He couldn't ever do that.

           "I can't wait any longer." He moaned against my neck. I could feel his arms tighten around me, before he let go. An involuntary whimper escaped from my lips at the loss of contact, but he quickly grabbed my hand and began pulling me through the crowd. I was in a haze. I didn't object. I physically couldn't do anything, and moreover, I didn't want to.

          ***

          I don't even remember how we got to his apartment. I know that he fumbled with his keys as we reached his place. That he laughed self-depreciatingly as he dropped the keys, before leaning over to place a long, heated kiss on my lips.

          He kept touching me. Stroking and caressing me. Staring at me like I was a goddess come to life. I felt prized, and so wanted. It felt almost like he was reassuring himself that I was there, that I was real.

          I squealed as he lifted me up, carrying me to his bedroom. I didn't get the chance to look around him, I was too deeply entranced by the man in front of me. I burned for him, melting in his arms.

           "Dio sei talmente bella," he murmured in my ear. God, you'reso beautiful.

           "What?" I smiled a little shyly. The way he was staring at me... I felt powerful like I could do anything, but at the same time I felt like an inexperienced fifteen year old again.

           "I'll tell you later. We have all the time in the world, amore mio." He put me down, my body sliding against his as my feet hit the ground. "Now, I just want to feel you against me."

          My dress quickly disappeared, as did his shirt, before he pulled me towards him. I marvelled at how it felt to be against him, skin against skin. He was so warm and the scent of him made my mouth water.  

          We fell backwards onto his bed, and more clothing came off. When there was nothing between us, he brushed hair out of my face and placed a sweet kiss on my lips.

           "Let me pleasure you, il mio amore," he said, huskily. He placed kisses all over my face, down my neck and my stomach... towards... oh.

          I was sure that my eyes rolled back into my head, as my back arched off the bed.

          The rest of the night was a haze of pleasure, of whispering sweet nothings to each other, and skin on skin. I felt so completely loved and cherished. So complete.

          ***

          I awoke feeling completely disoriented. I looked around the unfamiliar room, and it wasn't until I saw Luca's arm wrapped securely around my waist that I realized where I was.

          Oh my god. Had I really just had sex with a complete stranger?

          Not a stranger.... it was making love.

          As that bizarre thought hit me, I jolted out of the bed and began searching for my clothes.  I found my dress and quickly pulled it on, even though everything inside of me was screaming at me to go back to bed and crawl in beside that hot specimen of a man who was the most passionate of lovers. Not even bothering to look for my underwear, I grabbed my shoes and headed for his bedroom door.

          I froze as I heard him mumble something in his sleep. Unable to help myself, I looked over my shoulder in time to see his hand reaching out next to him, as though he were unconsciously searching for me. I was sure that he was on the edge of waking up, and ran out of there like hellhounds were at my heels.

          As I raced down the stairs, not waiting for the elevator, I felt like crying.

          I didn't regret last night, at all. I just couldn't. Strangely enough, I regretted leaving him. I wanted to stay. I wanted to get to know him. But the immense attraction I was feeling for a man I barely knew made me feel so confused and scared. I'd been so consumed by him last night that I hadn't thought at all – about anything. I couldn't believe this, or the fact that we'd... Oh god. I'd had sex with him. Before tonight, I'd only ever been with Christian.

          I ran outside of his apartment complex and down the street, relieved to find that I was just off a main street. I was able to hail a cab, and quickly climbed into it. Guilt and regret washed through me in the backseat of the taxi, though I wasn't sure what they were directed at.

           I couldn't help the devastating loss that was washing through me. I hadn't even given him my number. He had no means in which to contact me by. I knew where he lived, so I guess I could... but why would I?

          He probably thought of me as nothing more than a one night stand. Yeah. That was what last night was. I'd put it behind me. My heart thudded painfully against my chest, knowing that the reassurances were a lie. Even now, sitting in the back of the cab, I could feel the absence of his warmth, and it was crushing.

Luca's POV

          I think the dread building up inside of me, and the way my wolf was alternating between whimpering in sorrow and howling in anger was what alerted me to the fact that something was wrong. Before I even awoke fully, I realized she was gone.

          Gone.

          I heard the door of the apartment close and for a second, I couldn't even move. My wolf was in agony. Why was she leaving?

          She was everything I had ever wanted and hoped for. She was absolutely beautiful. Her fiery red hair had been splayed across my pillow for most of the night and the passion she'd unleashed when we made love... it had left me shaken to the core. I'd realized it wasn't her first time, and that thought had caused jealousy and possessiveness so raw it was staggering, to come to the surface. I'd surprised even myself with the ferocity of my feelings, but had quickly quelled them. It would have been hypocritical to let it bother me, besides that was all in her past... or so I'd thought.

          Why had she left?

          By the time I'd found some clothes and gone after for her, she wasn't anywhere to be found. She must have gotten into a vehicle as her scent came to an abrupt end on the next block over. I couldn't trace it further, though it lingered faintly in the air. She hadn't dawdled as she'd left.  

          Had I done something wrong?

          I followed her scent back up to my apartment, feeling sick to my stomach. She was gone, and I had no way of finding her again, no way of knowing whether she even wanted to be found.

          I froze when I re-entered the apartment. I could smell a fresh human scent in the air. I didn't hear Keaton's heartbeat, and judging from the scents in the apartment, he hadn't come home last night, and he hadn't brought anyone back with him. The scent was mixed and intertwined with the essence I'd caught off Camilla last night.

          Was she...? No. That couldn't be. Was she human?

          It wasn't unheard of for wolves to find human mates, but it was rare. So rare that I'd never met a pair like that before.

          She couldn't be human – she just couldn't. I would have realized it immediately. I would have scented it on her. But I hadn't. I'd smelt the earthy aroma of a wolf, mixed with a little spicy sweetness that was all her own. I could still smell it now in the apartment, but could also detect the faint fragrance characteristic of a human mixed with it.

          Why hadn't I noticed last night?

          I felt ill as I considered, for the first time, that she might not know that I was her mate.  That she might not feel the same for me as I felt for her. I knew next to nothing about human and wolf matings.

          If I never saw her again, I'd have no one to blame but myself.

          I had no idea what she must be thinking of me. The way I'd come on to her... we hadn't even talked. That was the way human courtships worked. That was how I should have approached her. Instead, I'd kissed her, touched her, made love to her.

          I hadn't been able to help myself. When wolves meet their mates for the first time, they feel this inescapable compulsion to mate. My wolf had been in control for a lot of the night. I hadn't even tried to rein him in. I hadn't thought that there was any reason to. I'd finally met her; I was going to mate with her.

          But she had been – and still was – human. I'd fucked up. Colossally. And now she had left us, our mate had left us.

          Loneliness and rejection pierced my heart like the most sharpest of blades. Would I ever get the chance to put this right? Panic rose within me and I felt nauseas as it really hit home that I had no way of finding her, that I may never have the chance to see her again. She could be anywhere.

          NO!

          With the sound of my bones breaking in the background, my clothes fell to the floor in torn pieces, and my wolf became free.

          She was gone. I was alone.

A/N:

I hope you liked the chapter! I spent ages on it, re-writing and editing  it. I wanted their meeting to be something spectacular and I wanted to portray Mila's confusion over the attraction she was feeling clearly.

I don't know if I succeeded in that.

Also, I used Google for the Italian in this (I don't speak Italian). So if I've made a mistake then I'm sorry, and please point it out so I can correct it. Thanks :).