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shoved the stiff fabric down her thighs. When they fell to her ankles, she stepped out of

them and kicked them aside. Her eyes were soft, shining with emotion as she smiled at

him. "This is the man whom I would tie myself to."

Standing there in only her cotton underwear, she was like some magnificent angel.

Stefan could not believe that his heart's desire could come to him so easily. "Are you

sure?" he asked even as the beast within him roared for him to reach out and snatch

what was his.

"Yes." Holding out her hand, she beckoned him to her.

"Then God help us both, for I will never let you go." Taking her small hand in his

much larger one, he pulled her toward him.



Chapter Twenty-Eight



Laurel Rose held her breath as Stefan dragged her closer. Even kneeling on the

ground before her, this man was no supplicant. Sheer power radiated from him, making

the air crackle with energy. She sensed him struggling to control all the forces battling

within him and that made her love him even more.

When she was standing right in front of him, he came up on his knees and buried

his face against her stomach. His arms wrapped around her, his grip unbreakable. She

threaded her fingers through his long hair and held him close. The night air was cool,

but his breath was warm against her skin, his jaw slightly rough as he placed open-

mouthed kisses across her belly.

She laughed when his tongue snaked into her bellybutton. But that laughter quickly

became a moan of pleasure as he caught the thin fabric of her panties in his teeth and

began to tug them down. Gripping his shoulders for support, she waited for him to pull

them down over her thighs. But he paused when they were across her hips and nipped

at her hipbones. His teeth scraped gently across bone and flesh, and her bare toes curled

into the ground. She'd never known that part of her body could be so sensitive. But

every touch, every breath, every light caress set her senses on fire.

Pushing her underwear lower with his chin, he nuzzled her pubic hair, breathing

deep. "You smell hot and sweet." His tongue lapped at the crease at the top of her thigh

as he tugged the scrap of fabric lower. "Your panties are damp, aren't they? Your pussy

is swollen and wet and ready for me, isn't it?"

Laurel Rose could barely breathe, let alone talk. "Yes," she gasped as she pulled his

head closer.

Stefan laughed and caught the fabric of her panties in his teeth once again. This

time, he dragged them over her thighs and when he released them, they dropped down

around her ankles. "Step out." Sitting back on his haunches, he watched her as she

kicked her underwear out of the way.

She felt very sensual and wanton standing naked in the middle of the forest,

wanting him to take her. The trees encircled them, sheltering them from the world

beyond.

"Spread your legs wide and show me your pussy." When she hesitated, he stroked

the inside of one of her thighs with his finger, moving it ever so slowly toward her sex.

Her hips arched toward him as he slid his finger back toward her knee. "You belong to

me now, Laurel Rose. There is no need to hide from me. Show me your treasure. Give

yourself to me."

He was seducing her with words alone. Her insides felt like molten lava, clenching

tight with need as his words reached deep into her core. Sliding her feet apart, she

reached between her thighs and spread the wet lips of her sex, exposing the damp pink

flesh to him.

Stefan licked his lips, his sharp teeth gleaming as a slow smile crossed his face.

Reaching out with one finger, he brushed it over her clitoris. Laurel Rose gasped as her

entire body clenched once again and then moaned when he removed his hand. "You

want me, don't you?"

There was no thought of denying him anything. "Yes. I want you." Whatever he

needed, she wanted to give it to him.

Reaching around her, he cupped her behind in his hands and squeezed the two

mounds. "I love your ass. So firm, yet so soft. Nobody has ever claimed you that way

before, but I will."

She sensed his need for her assent and she gave it willingly. "Yes."

"But not yet." He held her steady and lowered his head back between her spread

thighs. "First I'm going to eat you, then I'm going to fuck you long and hard, marking

you forever as mine. Then I'm going to pleasure you until you scream and beg me to

fuck that beautiful behind. It all belongs to me now. You belong to me."

Laurel Rose quivered at his words, but she felt no fear. It was desire, hot and

potent, that was flowing through her veins. She could picture everything in her mind,

his words creating a sensual picture of the two of them together. She wanted to

experience all of it.

His breath was hot against her slick flesh as his tongue traced the folds, up one side

and down the other. He circled the entrance to her core before stroking his tongue

inside. "Stefan," she groaned as she grabbed his shoulders for support. The muscles

beneath her fingers flexed and rolled as he gripped her behind tighter in his hands. But

he didn't stop.

There was no inch of her pussy that he didn't taste, stroke or explore with is tongue

and his mouth. Her inner muscles clenched and released as her juices flowed freely. She

was so close to coming. She rotated her hips, swinging them in a small circle, always

trying to appease the ache growing within her.

"Now!" Gripping his hair, she tugged him to her clitoris. He gently gripped the

throbbing bud of nerves between his teeth and flicked it. Once. Twice. That was all it

took.

Laurel Rose trusted him to hold her upright as she came apart. Her pussy clenched

down hard as the contractions hit her. Stefan continued to pleasure her with his mouth

as the spasms shook her. But still, she wanted more. Needed more. It never seemed to

be enough with this man. Instead of appeasing her sexual appetite, her orgasm had only

whetted it.

"Not enough," she gasped. "I need you, Stefan. I want you inside me."

His hands flexed and his fingers tightened around her behind, his grip almost

painful as he sat back. His hair was damp with sweat and his chest was heaving as he

gasped for breath. But it was his lips that drew her, for they were moist with her juices,

and as she watched, he licked them. A huge shudder shot through her body, the need

almost a living being within her.

"I can't be gentle," he growled. "I want you too damned much."

Even now, he was still trying to protect her. Love swelled within her heart as great

as the desire flooding her body. Only she could give him what he needed. And she gave

it freely and with love. "I don't want gentle. Not this time." His brilliant green eyes

were tinged with red as he stared up at her. "Take me, Stefan, like you said you would.

Fuck me long and hard. Make me yours forever. Let me feed all your hungers."

He yanked her down onto his lap, impaling her on his cock in one hard stroke. The

sensitive inner muscles, still swollen, protested slightly as he shoved his huge shaft to

the hilt. But she wanted this. Wanted him. Her body immediately accepted him,

softening and stretching to accommodate his girth.

Cupping her face in his strong hands, he stared at her. His eyes were such

bottomless wells of emotion it was almost painful to look at them. But Laurel Rose

returned his gaze, gently pushing the damp strands of his hair out of his face as she

caressed his cheek.

"You are my heart and my very soul. I will protect you with my entire being for as

long as we both live. There is no other man living or yet to be born who will love you as

I will. Your happiness and safety are my life's work and my life's joy."

Tears filled her eyes as the beauty of his pledge filled her soul with love. There was

no doubting the sincerity of his words. This was a man well worth any sacrifice she had

to make in order for them to be together.

Staring deep into his eyes, she gave him her own vow in return. "I love you. You

have given me more than I ever imagined I could ever have in my life. I will love you

and cherish you for as long as we both shall live."

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek. Stefan leaned

forward and licked the salty liquid from her face. His tongue traced her mouth and she

could taste herself. She parted her lips for him, inviting him inside, and he slipped past

the entrance, deepening their kiss. His thumbs caressed her cheeks, wiping away the

tears that continued to seep from her closed eyes. The beauty of the moment was

something Laurel Rose knew she would never forget.

The tone of the kiss changed quickly as Stefan's tongue stroked hers, playfully at

first, but then with increasing ardor. Her hands slid down the strong column of his neck

and onto his muscular shoulders. She could feel an unfamiliar hunger welling up inside

her. The intensity of it frightened her.

Stefan immediately sensed the change in her and tore his mouth from hers. "It is

natural, my love." He nipped at her earlobe, biting down gently. Her pussy clenched

around his cock. "You feel the bloodlust rising within you. Do not fight it." His tongue

swirled around the outside of her ear as he whispered, "Embrace it."

A wild and overwhelming yearning filled her, echoing throughout every cell in her

body.

"Yes," he praised. "That's it. Feel it, Laurel Rose."

It was as if every sense was magnified a hundredfold. She dug her fingers into his