She groaned and arched back against him as his hand slid to her breast and fingers slid inside of her. She had craved moments like this in the past, when she still hated him.  There had been times her mind had wondered if they just were locked in a room together, if their feelings would work themselves out through tense moments and lead to rough sex.  Things were certainly not soft now between them, but she was glad it was not feelings of hate that caused them to consummate their relationship.  She let out a gasp of surprises as he pulled his fingers free of her and turned her around to face him.  His eyes were almost haunting, she had seen almost the same look in them when he was filled with fury toward her, but now there was something else there...A different sort of fire.<br/><br/>Roxie lifted a hand to cup the side of his face and stood up on the tips of her toes to press her naked body to his.  Her lips crashed against his, hungry and wanting.  In her eyes, there had never really been anyone else.  Perhaps they had not acted on it in their younger years, but they were in love then too.  When her lips finally pulled back from his, Roxie looped her arms around his neck and used her own strength to pull her legs up and around his waist.  She could have continued to tease and taunt him, but she did not want to anymore.  "You're the only man I've ever wanted, Ben.  Even when I hated you, I still ached for you.  Body and soul."  She whispered, her lips moving close to his ear as the words came out.  No other man, werewolf or otherwise, had ever really stoked such a fire in her.<br/><br/>"Hate isn't the opposite of love.  Apathy is.  I feel apathy for Alex, but you....My hate burned as bright as my love did."  He had to know it was true, because she was almost certain now that he had felt the same, after everything that had passed between them.  She held tightly to him, her breath coming out in pants, as she kept her eyes on his.  "You want me as badly as I want you, and we don't have to pretend anymore..."  Roxie slowly began to buck her hips, grinding against his hard cock, perhaps continuing to tempt him.  They were not soft people, perhaps there would be days where they would make soft, slow love, but she did not think this was the day.  She wanted to feel him, to know she belonged to him.