Gypsy Designs Ch. 13

"You," she said turning to Cameron, "How do you go about getting a damn vamp divorce or what ever the fuck you'd call it," she said her voice starting to shake. "God only knows I don't want him to have to suffer through being 'stuck with me' when it's obvious he doesn't want to be."

Pulling away from Claire, she began pacing the large office, all eyes on her as she muttered under her breath. "Now the next thing you're going to tell me is before I can get a divorce, I'm going to have to be converted like Megan was. Then I get to worry about if I'm going to be an axe murder after it's over," she shook her head, turning to glare at Caydn from time to time.

"When did you think was going to be the best time to tell me?" she said stopping, her eyes locking with Caydn's. "Or did you think maybe not telling me would make it go away?"

Claire stepped over to sit on the arm of the chair Cameron was in. "Gypsy, remember me telling you what type of shape Cam was in when he and I met," she said quietly, putting her hand on Cameron's shoulder when he looked up at her sharply.

"The physical injuries he'd suffered were self inflicted," she said slowly, allowing the words to sink in to the young woman who stood alone, her eyes wild with worry. "Cam had lost his wife, the woman he'd been bonded with. To lose one of a pair that's become one, through bonding, leaves the other wishing and seeking death so they can once again be together."

Gypsy closed her eyes, letting her head fall back inhaling deeply. "But he loved her," she said, her voice a whisper.

Caydn stepped around the desk, moving quickly. His eyes remained locked with hers as she stepped back until she was against the wall.

"Who ever said, I didn't love you?" he asked with a low growl. "I don't remember ever saying I didn't love you. Yes, I did say I didn't intend for this to happen but for some insane reason, you chose to only listen to that part of the sentence and not when I said 'not at this time'."

Gypsy jerked her head to look around the room when she heard the door close. Taking a deep breath she saw everyone had left, leaving them to talk or argue which ever the result was.

Caydn raised his hand, brushing his fingers over the smoothness of her cheek gently. "I knew you'd more than enough happening to uproot your life, with out us adding this as an unknown, or even a complication if that's how you'd see it," he said leaning down slightly, his breath falling against her mouth, his hand moving to curl around her neck.

"I want you as part of my life," he said firmly. "I want you in my bed from now until forever, your swirling mind cluttering mine with laughter and emotion until the day I no longer wake to enjoy the darkness of night," he said brushing his lips over hers with each word.

"You've become a part of me I have no desire of losing or letting gone, long before our minds and bodies bonded without our being aware of it. Fate obviously thought we were both being rather slow about the process, so she stepped in and took that step for us," his mouth closed over hers, his tongue sliding between her lips dancing over hers erotically.

He felt as if he'd never wake again, until she began returning his kiss. He growled deep in his throat when she raised her hands pushing them into his hair pulling him tighter against her.

All of the anger, uncertainty and fear she'd felt minutes before vanished the minute, he'd started talking. With each word she'd felt her breath catching deep within her chest as it tightened, overwhelming feelings, she'd fought so hard to keep pushed from her mind crashed over her.

Her gasp captured, by his demanding kiss, his hands moving seductively over her body. Lifting her suddenly he laughed, the sound one of total happiness, waiting for her to open the bedroom door, his eyes moved over her profile, memorizing every micro inch in his mind, as it already was branded in his heart.