Stefan's Salvation(31)

Gripping her in his hands, he tested the plumpness of her ass. Firm and full, she

filled his hands to perfection. He nipped at her bottom, loving the way she squirmed

with desire. He could smell her growing need. It was intoxicating.

Parting the globes of her behind with his fingers, he traced the puckered cleft with

his thumb. "Lean forward and brace yourself on the dresser." She immediately placed

both hands on the top of the old dresser, the motion bending her forward. "Now spread

your legs." Once again, there was no hesitation. She shifted her stance, widening it.

Stefan adjusted her position slightly until he had her exactly where he wanted her.

Totally naked, she was bent at the waist with her hands on the dresser. Her breasts

hung down in front of her body, gleaming white in the candlelight. Her legs were

spread apart, opening her sex totally for him. Kneeling behind her, there was no part of

her he couldn't see, couldn't touch.

"Perfect. Now don't move." He could hear her breathy gasps in the quiet of the

room, smell her desire, feel the wetness against his fingers as he stroked a path from her

ass to her slit.

Leaning closer, he blew on her heated flesh. She jerked in response and then

moaned. Nuzzling her sex, he lapped at the slick folds with his tongue. She tasted salty

and sweet and so damned good. He traced a path around her pussy, tasting and

caressing every delectable inch of it. He circled her swollen clit with his tongue, only

touching it when she cried out his name. Sucking it between his lips, he flicked it with

his tongue. Her juices flowed from her body, coating his face. He licked his lips as he sat

back on his heels.

Dipping his fingers into her cunt, he coated them with her juices. Her inner muscles

gripped him tight and she gave a cry of dismay as he pulled his hand away from her.

He traced the swollen folds of her pussy and his hand was wet when he withdrew it.

"You are so hot for me. Aren't you, baby?"

"Yes," she moaned, pushing her bottom back against him.

Stroking the dark cleft of her behind, he inserted one wet finger into the puckered

hole of her ass. She flinched slightly but did not object. "Try and relax. Once you can

take my fingers, I'll be able to fuck that gorgeous ass whenever I want. It'll feel so damn

good for both of us."

It was his turn to groan when she pushed her ass back toward him, driving his

finger deeper. He could feel her body contracting and relaxing around him. Carefully,

he withdrew it almost all the way out before driving it deep once again. Pleasure tinged

her voice as she cried out again.

Using his other hand, he continued to stroke and pet her pussy. This time when he

eased his finger almost out of her ass, he added a second one, pushing them both deep.

Her breathing was harsh now and he could tell she was struggling with this new

invasion.

"I don't think I can take this." Laurel Rose tried to pull away, but he wouldn't allow

it. Clamping his hand over her pussy, he held her still as he pushed his fingers until

they were both buried deep. Her ass muscles clenched and released.

"Just try and relax." He began to stroke her pussy once again, slipping two fingers

into her swollen depths. Only a thin layer of skin separated the fingers in her ass from

the ones in her cunt. He could tell she was perched once again on that fine line between

pleasure and pain. It was time to tip the scales.

He withdrew his fingers and thrust them deep into her slit. She moaned and her

hips arched toward his fingers. Pleasure filled him as he stroked her clit before burying

his fingers deep once again. At the same time he thrust his fingers into her pussy, he

began to carefully withdraw the ones from her behind. The sensations were too much

for her and she came.

Sobbing and shaking, she coated his hands with her desire. Her ass and pussy

squeezed his fingers so tight he almost came himself. Gritting his teeth, he rode out her

orgasm to the end. When she was slumped against the dresser gasping for breath and

shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm, he carefully withdrew his fingers from her

body.

Standing behind her, he yanked off his boots and tossed them aside before hauling

off his jeans. Naked, he once again moved behind her. Now it was his turn.



Laurel Rose gasped for breath. What Stefan had done to her...well, it was beyond

anything she'd ever imagined. At first the sensation had been painful as she'd struggled

to take his fingers inside her in such an unfamiliar way. And even though her ass had

continued to burn, the pain had quickly turned to pleasure. But when he'd driven his

fingers into her pussy at the same time, it had taken her over the edge. She'd been

totally filled by him, yet she'd wanted more.

Her orgasm had been explosive, which amazed her, as it had followed so quickly

behind the last one. Slowly, she raised her head off the dresser and peered into the

mirror. Still bracing her hands on the top for support, she stared at Stefan as he stood

just off to the side. His cock was jutting out in front of him, the bulbous head red and

wet.

As she watched, he moved behind her. The heat from his chest and arms

surrounded Laurel Rose as he leaned over her. His hands covered hers where they

rested on the dresser, his body draping over hers as he inserted the tip of his cock into

her pussy. Flexing his hips, he didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt.

Both their bodies glistened with sweat. She could feel his heart pounding against

her back and knew that it matched the uneven, hard rhythm of her own. Biting her lip

against the growing pleasure, she pushed her behind toward him, trying to take him

even deeper.

"Now, Stefan. I need you now."

"You're mine." His deep growl made all the hairs on her body stand on end.

"Yes. And you're mine."

His eyes changed, the green swallowed up by a reddish glow. His fangs lengthened

and he straightened his spine, the motion driving him deeper than she ever imagined.

Splaying one hand over her stomach, he cupped one of her breasts with the other.

Then he began to fuck her. Hard. A bottle of lotion tipped off the edge of the dresser

and crashed to the floor. Some loose change and her keys rattled with every thrust. His

hips flexed as he slammed into her again and again. The slap of their damp skin echoed

throughout the room. Coupled with the sound of their groans and their gasps for

breath, it created an erotic music to accompany their mating dance.

Laurel Rose gripped the edge of the dresser for balance as each thrust sent her up

onto her toes. "Harder," she moaned. She tried to push back on each upward stroke,

wanting him as deep inside as she could get him.

Rolling her nipple in his fingers, he pinched it harder with each stroke. The hand on

her stomach shifted lower until his fingers were teasing her clit with every thrust. Her

entire body was alive with sensations. The fires of her desire were burning out of

control.

The last thrust took her right off her feet and sent her body into a screaming

orgasm. Every nerve ending felt alive. She could feel the hot spurt of his cum within

her. Her thighs quivered as her inner muscles clenched at his cock, milking him dry.

She moaned as he pushed even deeper, sending new spasms rocketing throughout her

body. Her chest heaved as she tried to suck air into her starving lungs. She would have

collapsed if Stefan hadn't held her in his arms.

He continued to pleasure her with his hands as he ground his cock into her, not yet

ready to release her. But she knew he wasn't finished yet. Lowering his head to the side

of her neck, he sank his teeth in deep. Like a hot knife through butter, he sliced through

her skin. His eyes met hers in the mirror as he fed from her, drawing nourishment and

strength from her blood.

Her body convulsed once again and Stefan smiled as he continued to drink from

her neck. The pleasure combined with the loss of blood was too much and Laurel Rose

felt the room begin to fade. She tried to cry out when she felt him withdrawing his

fangs and cock from her body, but what came out was more of a whimper. She didn't

want him to leave her.

"I will never leave you." His fierce growl comforted her as she felt her body being

scooped up into his arms. He held her so tightly she could hardly breathe, but she felt

utterly safe and secure. Stefan would watch over her until she was fully recovered.

Comforted by that thought, Laurel Rose allowed the exhaustion to overtake her. She

was still smiling when she felt herself drift off to sleep.



Chapter Twenty-One



The sun was streaming through the window when Laurel Rose finally awoke. Her

hand automatically reached out, but it met nothing but empty bed. Stefan was long

gone. She had a vague memory of him waking her to kiss her goodbye just before

dawn. His hair had been damp and the smell of her lavender soap had wafted over her.

Obviously, he'd been up long enough to shower before heading out to the safety of his

truck. She'd never gotten around to asking him if there was some way to make her

bedroom safe for him to sleep in.

Burying her face in her pillow, she moaned as his scent tickled her nostrils. She'd

overslept. Again. Stefan was playing havoc with her work schedule, but a small smile

played around the corners of her mouth as she replayed last night in her mind. A shiver

skated down her spine at the memory.

They needed to talk. She'd been wanting to talk to him the last few days about what

the future held for them. But every time she tried to bring it up, he either changed the