shoulders and held on tight. He was her only anchor in this storm of emotion and need.
"Wrap your legs around my waist."
The motion drove his cock even deeper than she'd thought possible. He seemed
bigger than he ever had, but still her body took him.
Stefan wrapped his arms around her as he came up on his knees and laid her back
against the soft, mossy ground. The smell of dark, rich earth and pungent sex
enveloped them. He pulled his hips back so that only the tip of his shaft was still within
her, then plunged back inside her in one hard stroke. Only his grip kept her from being
pushed away as he thrust harder and faster.
Locking her ankles at the small of his back, she held on tight as he hammered into
her. She thought she might have cried out, but she didn't know if it was just in her head
or if she'd actually screamed aloud. Her entire being was focused on the hunger beating
at her. She arched up against Stefan as he drove himself hard.
She swore she saw the stars in the night sky above them explode as the intense
climax rocked her. Stefan yelled above her, his body heaving as he emptied himself into
her. She could feel the hot wetness of his cum as he came and it drove her own climax
higher. Her entire body clenched and she struggled for breath as she gripped Stefan's
slick shoulders.
Gasping, she arched back as he pulled her upright in his lap and sank his teeth deep
into her neck. Her body continued to spasm around his cock as he fed. Laurel Rose felt
lightheaded as she leaned closer to Stefan, her arms coming up to cradle his head
against her. "Drink, my love. Take what you need." Aftershocks continued to shimmer
though her as he fed from her body.
The human part of her knew she should be appalled by what he was doing, but she
was not. The exchange between them was beautiful. She was giving him what he
needed and that filled her with joy.
The smell of sex filled the air around them, but then she smelled else, something
delicious. She felt her teeth changing as fangs descended from her mouth. Without
thought, she leaned forward and licked at the salty skin of his neck. She could feel him
inside her mind, urging her to take what she needed. Urging her to feed. Scraping her
sharpened teeth over his skin, she allowed them to pierce his flesh. Blood gushed into
her mouth, filling it instantly. She swallowed automatically, but then began to suck
hard. She'd never tasted anything like this in her life. It was amazing, fantastic,
intoxicating. Like a woman who'd been lost in the desert for weeks, she drank deep and
long.
Stefan fed from her as she fed from him. At that moment, she felt totally connected
to him. She could sense his every emotion and knew he was feeling hers as well. It was
a deep sharing, a communion of souls. His pleasure and love for her filled her as she
shared her own with him. She might have stayed there forever if Stefan hadn't finally
broken away.
Withdrawing his fangs, he licked the tender spot on her neck, closing the small
pinpricks with his tongue. Gripping her head, he gently urged her away from him. She
gave a soft cry, but he murmured soothingly as she lapped at his neck, closing the small
wound that she'd made.
"It is done now." He shifted her in his embrace, easing his still erect cock from her
body. "But it is only the beginning." Standing easily with her still in his arms, he carried
her back toward the house. Exhausted both physically and emotionally, Laurel Rose
snuggled closer to his body, wrapped her arms around his neck and enjoyed the ride
home.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Stefan felt odd as he walked back to the house with Laurel Rose clasped snugly in
his arms. He immediately scanned the area, searching out any danger that might be
lurking there, but felt nothing. A quick scan of the house ensured that it was empty and
Stefan found he was grateful to his family for tactfully leaving them alone for the
evening.
The odd feeling persisted and he studied it carefully, trying to understand the
cause. It was only when he was climbing up the steps to the porch that he realized what
it was.
For the first time in his life, he felt utterly content.
Stopping by the back door, he took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, cool scent of
the forest. Intermingled with the fragrance of the trees, flowers and rich, dark earth was
the sweet smell of sex and blood. But underneath it all was the one scent that he found
more intoxicating than them all. It was the unique perfume of Laurel Rose.
"Is everything all right?" Her soft voice, filled with concern, whispered in his ear.
He shifted her higher in his arms as he commanded the door to open. Carrying her
inside, he didn't pause as he strode toward the stairs. The door slammed shut behind
him.
"You've got to teach me how to do that." Her breathy laugh tickled his skin,
making him smile.
"I will teach you everything. There is so much you can do now that you could not
before." He carried her into the bedroom and tossed her lightly onto the bed. "But that
is for another night. I still have things to do this night. Things I promised you I would
do."
She licked her lips and her breathing got faster and shallower. He knew she was
remembering the promise he'd made to her earlier.
Sprawled across the plain white sheets, she was pure temptation. Her black hair
flowed long and free, framing her beautiful face. Her blue eyes, a dark indigo, shone
with desire and some mysterious feminine power that drew him. She licked her lips
again in a nervous gesture, coating her plump mouth with moisture. Her long legs
moved restlessly on the mattress and he could smell her rising need, tinged with fear.
She wanted him, but she was still afraid. Not of him so much as the intensity of the
yearning that flowed between them.
Now that his immediate cravings had been satisfied, Stefan felt more relaxed.
Laurel Rose was his now and he would cherish her forever. He wanted to introduce her
to new kinds of pleasures they could share together. His body was as hard as steel as he
watched a pretty pink blush steal up her pale face, giving color to her otherwise white
skin. Her eyelashes fluttered downward, the dark lashes resting against her cheeks like
soft black fans.
To him, she was simply the most perfect woman in the world.
He wanted to wrap her in satin sheets and give her everything she'd ever desired.
But he knew it wouldn't be easy. Laurel Rose was not a greedy woman. How did you
spoil a woman who was content with what she had? Stefan was looking forward to
many long years of discovering her desires and making sure every last one of them was
fulfilled. Happiness and pleasure had been in short supply in her life, but he planned to
remedy that.
"Do you remember what I promised you?" he said. Her eyes shot open and she bit
her lower lip before nodding. "I can bring you such pleasure, Laurel Rose, but only if it
is what you desire. I will never do anything to harm you."
Leashing the beast within him and ignoring the desire thrumming through his
body, screaming for release, Stefan sat down on the bed next to her. Placing his hand
over her stomach, he stared in fascination at the sight of his large fingers resting on her
soft, silky skin. He could feel the muscles jump beneath his palm.
"Let me pleasure you." His voice wove around them, pure seduction in its tone.
Stefan was not opposed to using what skills he possessed to get what he wanted. He
could see her visibly relaxing as his words washed over her.
She stared up at him and smiled. "I want to please you too."
"You please me simply by existing, my love." Stefan captured her fingers in his and
raised them to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each knuckle. But he didn't stop there.
Stroking his tongue over her hand, he licked between each of her fingers, paying careful
attention to the slightly webbed skin at the base of each. Laurel Rose's low moan made
the hair on his body stand on end. Her pleasure fed his, multiplying it tenfold.
Moisture seeped from the tip of his cock. He was hard and ready for her. His balls
were hanging low, heavy with need and aching for release. But this time, he would go
slower and draw out the experience for both of them. "Roll over onto your stomach."
She glanced down at his lap and licked her lips. She almost undid all his good
intentions with that one simple gesture. He wasn't even sure she realized what she'd
done. Or perhaps she did. Her lips curved up in a satisfied smile as his cock flexed
toward her.
Tugging her hand from his grasp, she rolled over onto her belly. Stacking her hands
underneath her head, she pulled her knees up slightly, raising her bottom toward him.
But it wasn't quite right yet. Grabbing one of the pillows, he lifted her slightly and
stuffed the pillow underneath her. He sat back and appraised his handiwork, but shook
his head. Not quite right. Taking another pillow, he tucked it under the first. That raised
her luscious ass higher in the air.
Kneeling behind her, he wrapped his hands around her ankles and slowly slid them
up the backs of her legs until he was gripping her thighs. Ever so slowly, he separated
them, widening her legs and pushing her knees slightly forward. Sitting back on his
haunches, he stared at the pretty picture she made lying facedown on the bed. The
white globes of her behind were spread wide, exposing her pussy to him. Perfect.
Leaning forward, he blew gently on her exposed flesh. As he watched, her cunt
contracted and liquid flowed from her core. Dipping one of his fingers into her slit, he