brighter than before--a brilliant green tinged with red. He made no attempt to hide the
sharpness of his fangs as he smiled at her. Massively muscled and powerful, he stood
solidly behind her. The large hand resting on her neck could snap it like a twig if he
chose to. His psychic and physical strength were beyond measure. She was totally at his
mercy, this man who was more than a mere mortal.
She should have been terrified and repulsed. But it was arousal that surged through
her body, need that pulsed through her soul. This was her man. There would never be
another man for her. Nothing mattered but that. She embraced his differences,
accepting them as he accepted hers. She tilted her neck to one side, offering herself to
him.
Stefan closed his eyes and a hard shudder racked his big body. His hand tightened
briefly on her neck before he raised the other and began to brush her hair once again.
This time the bristles stroked down the side of her neck, making her shiver with
arousal.
He slid both hands over her collarbone as he slowly pushed back the fabric of her
robe until her breasts were exposed. The tips of her breasts were puckered into tight
buds and looked much darker against the pale mounds of her breasts. "Just look at how
beautiful you are." The brush slid between her breasts, the soft bristles gliding over her
sensitive skin.
Stifling a groan, she eased her torso to the side, trying to bring the brush closer to
her breast, needing to feel the hard brush of bristles against it. Stefan's eye's gleamed
with satisfaction, staring back at her from the mirror, as he slowly dragged the brush
around her breasts in a figure eight motion, coming close to, but never touching, the
tips.
"Stefan." An order or a plea, she wasn't sure, but it didn't matter. At her word, he
brought the brush across the peak of her breast. She cried out as the soft bristles
abraded her swollen nipple. Laurel Rose wiggled in her seat, trying to ease the ache
between her legs that just kept gaining in intensity with every touch.
"Again," she prompted. Stefan teased her breast once more before drawing the
bristles over the tip. "Oh, God," she moaned, feeling each individual bristle as it
stimulated the swollen nub. Her hips arched forward with each stroke.
"Widen your legs and hook your feet around the sides of the chair." Laurel Rose
did as he asked, spreading her legs wide. It made her ache even more.
His hand wrapped around the end of her belt and he gave it a long, slow tug. The
belt loosened and the fabric fell away as he pushed both hands down her torso and
belly. The bristles brushed her skin as he moved lower.
"Scoot your ass to the edge of the chair." The motion left her sex totally exposed as
he pushed the last fold of the robe out of his way. "Now look at yourself. See what I
see."
The woman in the mirror was her, yet not her. Wanton and sexy, she perched on
the edge of the chair with her legs wide open. Her pubic hair and upper thighs were
damp with her cream and glistened in the candlelight. She was still wearing her robe. It
covered her arms, framing her body. Her skin was flushed and her breasts rose and fell
with every deep breath she took. Her nipples were tight and red, begging to be touched
or tasted and she arched her back slightly toward him.
Her hair hung down behind her in a curtain of black. In the candlelight, her eyes
appeared even darker and almost mysterious. The thought made her smile slightly,
turning up the corners of her lips. She licked them and watched her tongue in the
mirror as it traced the plump folds.
Her eyes flew to Stefan as a low growl came from deep in his throat. "You are so
damned sexy." Splaying one hand over her stomach, he held her in place as he lowered
the hand that still clutched the brush.
His fingers were white where they were wrapped around the handle. Laurel Rose
was pleased at this sign of his growing desire. Stefan had been too controlled these last
few days and she was determined to make him as wild and out of control as he made
her. Fair was fair.
Stefan drew the brush over her pubic hair. The sensation was strange but arousing,
and she squirmed on the seat. Leaning over her, he skimmed the bristles down her
inner thigh and back up again. Then he did the same with the other leg. The slight
prickle of the bristles massaging her skin was unbearably arousing. Her breathing
deepened, making her chest rise and fall in an almost hypnotic rhythm. The dampness
between her thighs grew as cream continued to pulse from her core.
"Stefan," she moaned.
He kept his gaze locked on hers in the mirror as he dipped the brush between her
thighs and drew it up one side of her swollen folds and down the other. Laurel Rose
gripped the sides of the chair, her fingers digging into the wood. She tilted her head
back and closed her eyes as she panted for air.
"Look at me." His voice compelled her to obey. Her head fell forward, almost too
heavy for her to hold upright. Desire thrummed through her veins. She was so very
close.
This time he skimmed the brush straight over her core, the bristles lightly caressing
her swollen clitoris. Laurel Rose cried out and pushed her hips forward. His free hand
cupped her left breast and he gently squeezed her nipple between his thumb and
forefinger. He drew the brush over her sex again and again, varying the pressure each
time.
His eyes gleamed in the mirror as he continued to tease and torment her, keeping
her on the edge of completion until she thought she'd go mad. As he nuzzled her neck,
she felt his sharp teeth scrap against her skin. The sensation shot straight to her sex and
this time when the bristles stroked over her clit, she came.
Her entire body clenched hard and shook. She wanted to look away from the
mirror, but couldn't. Stefan held her prisoner with his eyes. His teeth gleamed as he
nipped at her neck and his fingers tightened around her nipple as she continued to
convulse with pleasure.
When she started to slide down in the chair, he dropped the brush. It clattered to
the floor, forgotten. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he buried his face in her hair
and inhaled deeply. His fingers clenched against her stomach.
As amazing as her orgasm had been, it wasn't enough. Instead of fulfilling her, it
left her feeling even emptier than before. She wanted--no, needed--to feel Stefan inside
her. Wanted his hands gripping her hips as he drove himself deep within her. She
wanted that closeness, that feeling of completion that came with loving him.
Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward, pulling away from him. She sensed his
reluctance to release her, but his arms slipped away from her. Laurel Rose shrugged her
shoulders. The fabric of her robe clung to her skin for the briefest of seconds before
slipping down her back and arms, pooling itself around the chair. Shaking the robe
from her hands, she removed the last barrier of her clothing.
Stefan dragged in a deep breath and stepped back from the chair. Yanking his T-
shirt over his head, he dropped it to the floor. His gaze devoured her, searing her skin
with the heat of his desire. "It is time."
The rich tone of his voice touched her deep inside. It was time. Time to claim him as
thoroughly as he had claimed her. Slowly, she inclined her head in agreement.
Chapter Twenty
Stefan offered her his hand and when she wrapped her fingers around his, he drew
her up from the seat. Shoving the chair out of the way, he turned her so that she was
facing away from him again. Once again, she was struck by his sheer size as he stood
behind her.
His hands pushed her hair out of her face, his fingers sifting through the long
strands as he pulled them over her shoulders. Cupping her cheek with one hand, he
traced her bottom lip with his thumb. Unable to resist, she licked at the tip of his thumb
before drawing it into her mouth.
Murmuring his encouragement, he shifted closer to her. She could feel the stiff
fabric of his jeans and the hard, swollen length of him digging into her back. Splaying
one hand over her belly, he pulled her closer as he ground his erection into her.
Sucking his thumb deeper into her mouth, she licked at the base where it joined his
hand. As she pulled her head back, she gently scraped her teeth over the sides. Giving it
one final lick, she released it.
Stefan lowered his hand to her breast and rubbed his moist thumb over the tip,
coating the puckered nub until it was wet. Laurel Rose shivered as he kissed the nape of
her neck and continued on down her spine. His hands skimmed over her sides and her
hips as he lowered himself to a kneeling position behind her. He continued to place
wet, hot kisses over her spine until he reached the base. His tongue dipped into the
dimples of her behind.
She could no longer see his reflection in the mirror. All she could do was feel. Her
entire body quivered with desire. What would he do?
Stefan inhaled, drawing the essence of Laurel Rose deep into his lungs. Every
breath was a struggle for control. His cock would surely explode if he didn't fuck her
soon. But first he wanted to taste her, wanted to hear her scream his name as she came,
wanted to brand her with his mouth and with his body. He wanted the entire world to
know she belonged to him.
Growling, he ripped open the front of his jeans and allowed his cock to spring free.
The head was wet and his shaft swollen and ready. His balls were drawn so tight and
were so full, he knew he wouldn't last long. But, damn, he had to taste his woman first.