It wasn't you, it's down to fate.

[Isabella Black]

The beating inside her chest erupted fiercely. The bones that acted so much like a cage, felt as if they were having trouble keeping her heart in. Isabella hardly knew what her own small heart was doing, let alone trying to keep it steady. Luckily, the wall behind her had made no contact with her head, for she would of probably left with a concussion.

Lazily, Isabella held up her eyes, meeting his blue ones. The closeness bothered her, yet it was oddly pleasant. Isabella knew she shouldn't linger. Kaiden was a mastermind at drawing emotions from her. She could hardly keep herself standing still.

Her fingers twitched, as his breath ghosted over her lips, causing her to lose track of her thoughts, causing her to draw closer.

Slowly, her lips brushed gently over Kaiden's lips, the feather light touch disappearing just as Isabella tilted her head back against the wall. Closing her violet eyes, as if in thought. It was undeniable, this attachment she felt for him.

"This can't work." Isabella whispered, opening her eyes and tilting her head up automatically. Yet she made no attempt to move away from him. No real meaning was put behind those words, because Isabella was lost inside. It was so wrong to even touch him, but she couldn't help herself. Perhaps that was why she remained, perhaps that's why she couldn't just walk away.

[Kaiden Denali]

Longing clutched at Kaiden with a strong but sure grip, clawing at the pit of his stomach and the depths of his lungs. It was that ghost-touch that set it off.
It was evident in his breathing, just how much he wanted her. Just how much he needed her.
When he first met Isabella he had decided to toy with her. Use her. Play with her until she broke.
And now she was doing just that to him, without even realising it. Kaiden thought it was remarkable, and it only made his desire for her deepen. Even the way he desired her was different from anything he'd experienced before. He didn't want her for sex, he just wanted her.

It was Isabella's words that made him desperate. Something in his stomach dropped. His head blurred. He did the only thing he could think of.
He pressed his lips against hers. Not in a way that implied desire or lust, but in a way that was no more than blatant want and affection. In a way that was reminiscent of that odd little emotion called 'love' that he had never felt, but thought he soon might.

[Isabella Black]

Isabella, throughout their little stalemate, her breaths uneven, heart beating to a tune of it's own, was surely having a difficult time denying the blossoming sensation that erupted inside of her. Quite unlike anything that she had the pleasure of feeling. The kiss, it was what set this off. It was utterly insane, the amount of emotion she could process through it. It was the only reason she didn't back down, the only reason she didn't pull away.

She had, had this idea of Kaiden, that grew into something dark, horrible. She knew what he was capable of, just as Lanor had said, yet she could not let herself cut him from her life. Not when there was so much more to discover about him. This gentle, wonderful, bittersweet side of him she had yet to know.

Wrapping her arms around him, in a way that suggested she was his. Isabella smiled fondly into the kiss.

[Kaiden Denali]

Fingers clawed at her waist, dragging her closer, deepening this kiss. Her scent was all in his nostrils, her taste was making his head spin. It felt right to him, to have her in his arms, against his body.
It felt right to him to give it up for her.

It was so lovely, the way everything stopped making sense.

Because Kaiden Denali didn't care about people.
Kaiden Denali was cruel and apathetic.
Kaiden Denali Found pleasure in others pain.
And Kaiden Denali definately didn't fall in love.

But he'd be damned if he wasn't going to forget about that, maybe just for now, maybe just for her.
He would make her his.
Yes. Kaiden felt as if he would never stop kissing her. And yet somehow he managed.

The ice eyes that surveyed Isabella were filled with something foreign and frightening. Something dangerous.
He dragged a rough, elongated thumb over her jaw line.

'I think I might love you, Isabella Black.'