<span style="color: #00FF00">He was glad to have come after this little treasure. She smelled divine and her voice was loveliest and softest thing he had ever heard. It made him want to taint her, to scream in pleasure into the skies--preferably screaming his name that is. <br/><br/>He replied smoothly lowering his voice practically purring out his answer, "Yes, that would be me, <span style="font-style: italic">My</span> little rose." He had kissed the pulse of her wrist and gave it a teasing lick. Wanting to make the girl his forever as soon as had held. 'and she will be mine--no matter what' he thought darkly.<br/><br/>"And what would be , My rose's name?" </span>