Lilith anticipated seeing the famed residence of the Keeper of the Wind. No Slayer had ever found it, but if the legends were true, it was magnificent.

Storm’s guards had shifted into their dragon forms to carry them home. Storm’s wing was still torn, so he also had to be flown home by his men.

The rumors didn’t do the house justice. Storm’s residence was built entirely from stone and resembled a Gothic Cathedral with large pointed arches and flying buttresses.

“How can you possibly need that much space?” asked Lilith as they approached his home.

“I rule a kingdom of dragons, Lilith. I’ve spent thousands of years building this.”

He led her through the castle and up to a luxurious wing that looked like it had been designed for her. The hallways were lined with impressionist paintings from Claude Monet and Edgar Degas. They couldn’t be originals though, could they?

As if Storm heard her thoughts, he answered. “They’re originals. I knew you loved these artists.”

“How?”

“I told you. I had dreams about you. I knew you’d be coming.”

Storm stopped at a large set of French doors. “Your quarters, my lady,” Storm said as he motioned for her to go inside the room.

Stunning wasn’t the right word. Magnificent? It didn’t matter. The room was perfect.

A beautiful stone fireplace lined one wall, and a large, four-poster bed looked like it was calling her name. The room was decorated in a dark green, which had been her favorite color since she was child. A large window overlooked a beautiful, snow-capped mountain range. She felt like she was finally in a place where she belonged.

Storm walked over to a teak dresser ornately carved with roses and dragons. He motioned for Lilith to come near the dresser as he opened the top drawer. Lilith peeked inside and found a drawer full of shoe socks, size small.

“You really do know me better than I thought,” she said with a smile.

“I want you to be happy here if you choose to stay. You will have your own space as we get to know each other, so you don’t feel any pressure.”

Lilith leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Storm placed his hand over the area where she had kissed as if he wanted to hold onto the moment forever.

“I am going to leave and give you some space. A healer will be here in just a few minutes to check on your injuries.” He pointed to the far side of the room, “There’s a bathroom over there. You will find everything you need.” Then he pointed to the opposite side of the room to the open door of a walk-in closet that looked like it was bigger than her whole apartment. “You can find clothes, pajamas, and everything else you need in there.”

The healer was able to give Lilith a balm to heal her wounds and wrapped a bandage around her ribs, which seemed to heal them. It wasn’t instantaneous, but the pain subsided substantially.

The shower was exactly what she needed, and she almost felt like herself again. She wrapped herself in the plush terrycloth towels and made her way out of the bathroom to find some pajamas in her bigger-than-life closet.

As she walked back into the bedroom, she saw Storm sitting on the edge of her bed. He had evidently showered and wore a black track suit.

As soon as he laid eyes on her, he bit down on his lower lip. “Wow. You look stunning.”

“Thanks,” she answered, feeling self-conscious that she was only wearing a towel.

“Do you want to meet me downstairs? Or I can come back when you’re dressed?”

Lilith thought for a moment, but she definitely wanted him to stay. She dropped the towel and it slid down her body before landing on the floor, leaving her naked before his lustful eyes.

In a flash, Storm rushed over to her, picked her up, and laid her on the bed before kissing her with such intensity she could hardy catch her breath.

Immediately, a burst of sensation traveled down to her core, making the area between Lilith’s legs glisten with her nectar.

He pulled away and stared at her with eyes that were gentle and full of kindness, yet had an animalistic passion behind them. She grabbed his face between the palms of her hands and pulled his lips to hers once again.

Not wanting clothes to get in her way, she peeled off his hoodie and lifted his t-shirt up and over his head. His skin felt warm against hers, and the fire between them had been ignited. There was no turning back.

Storm kissed her neck, then slowly trailed kisses down to her chest. Taking an erect nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirled around the pink bud making Lilith moan out loud. Storm kissed lower and lower until his teeth grazed her inner thigh.

Grabbing the sheets in both hands, she inhaled deeply as Storm grabbed both hips and moved her center of femininity closer to his eager mouth. The shockwaves of ecstasy pulsed through her body as she writhed beneath his touch.

She felt the pressure building and building as he expertly applied pressure to her most sensitive spot, until with one quick movement, Storm ripped off his pants and thrust into her, letting out a primal growl.

His huge erection moved in and out of her over and over as their bodies rocked back and forth in a primal dance.

She couldn’t take it anymore as she felt herself let go and shudder around him. Storm’s hot juices shot into her as he released simultaneously.

He rolled off her, and she placed her head on his chest while nuzzling closer to him.

“That was amazing,” she confided, stroking his ego. She meant it.

“It was even better than my dream,” he said as he kissed the top of her head.

Lilith never believed in fate or love at first sight. She did however believe that she never wanted to be with another man—or beast—ever again. Storm was hers, and she liked the feeling that she was his.

“I know that you said we’d be together for eternity, but you have to realize, I will grow old. Will you still want me when my skin sags and I start losing my memory?”

“I’ll always want to be with you,” he said, stroking her cheek. “But if you decide to stay and start a family with me, that’s when you’ll become immortal.”

“What do you mean?”

“If we choose to have a baby, your body will take on a dragon form so you can carry my child. That’s when you will take on your immortal form.”

The thought scared her, frightened her, and excited her at the same time. The Slayer tattoo between her should blades stopped tingling, and Lilith knew that the charmed ink had disappeared, releasing her of all ties to the Slayer world.

“I think you should stay here in my room,” Lilith said.

“I would love to stay with you tonight,” Storm said.

“Not tonight,” answered Lilith. “Forever.”