Stefan's Salvation(9)

no man could compare to Stefan.

He could easily overpower her, yet she instinctively knew she could stop him with

a single word. That kind of power was intoxicating. Stefan Dalakis exuded a raw, basic

sexuality that excited her. His overwhelming masculinity made her feel more feminine

than she'd ever felt in her life. His strength dwarfed hers, yet she was not without her

own power. There was no doubt that he wanted her. That was more than evident by the

state of his arousal. But he sat there with his hands caressing the backs of her legs,

waiting for her to decide what she wanted to do.

What did she want? She wanted the pleasure that he offered her. There was

something about Stefan that told a woman that she was in for the sexual experience of a

lifetime. The thought of all that sensual energy focused entirely on her almost made her

come on the spot. But still, a tiny part of her was apprehensive.

"You'll stop if I want you to?" She felt stupid and incredibly juvenile asking him

that question, but she still needed an answer. She knew that he was way out of her

league in terms of sexual experience and as close as she felt to him, he was still a

stranger.

"I'll stop whenever you wish. Go only as far as you want." His words were both a

reassurance and a subtle threat. But she was satisfied.

"Okay." She relaxed on the bed and waited.

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly, making his thin lips seem softer, not

quite so harsh and forbidding. His long black hair flowed over the front of his shoulders

as he leaned forward and placed a kiss on the inside of her knee. It brushed against her

skin even as his moist lips touched her flesh. She shivered at the twin sensations.

His eyelashes were long, black and sinfully thick and she wished she could see the

color of his eyes.

"Green," he murmured as he licked a hot path up the inside of her thigh.

"What?" She couldn't make sense of his words with the heat flashing though her

veins the closer he got to her sex.

"My eyes are green," he repeated. Had she asked that question out loud? She

couldn't remember and right now, she no longer cared. His hands were busy pushing

her nightgown higher as his mouth moved steadily closer to her pulsing core.

Her legs moved restlessly against the sheets as his warm, moist breath feathered

across the sensitive flesh of her sex. No man had ever looked at her in this way before.

She was surprised that she didn't feel awkward or shy with him staring at her in such

an intimate manner. Instead, it made her feel voluptuous, beautiful and very, very

aroused.

She arched her hips, swinging them closer to his face, enticing him to taste her. He

growled low in his throat, and the rumble echoed throughout the room, sounding more

like beast than man.

Then he claimed her.

His tongue stroked up one side of her swollen labia and down the other. The

slightly rough pad of his tongue coupled with the gentleness of his caress sent shivers

racing up and down her spine. This man was all about contradictions. His actions were

raw and sexual on one hand, tender and sensual on the other. He was a man of massive

strength, yet he was capable of great gentleness, at least with her.

The thought was barely finished when he sat back, gripped the neck of her

nightgown in his hands and yanked. The sound of cloth splitting was loud in the quiet

of the room. He shoved the sides apart, exposing her body to his view.

Laurel Rose gasped, shocked by the suddenness of his actions. His eyes devoured

her and she trembled beneath his all-consuming gaze. She knew she should probably be

afraid, but she was unbearably aroused instead.

Seemingly satisfied, he slipped his arms beneath her thighs, pushing his hands

upward over her torso until he covered her breasts with his palms. She could feel her

nipples pucker even tighter and stab at the center of his hands. Her heart was racing,

pounding out a primal rhythm that matched the pulsing between her thighs. When he

buried his face between her legs, she thought she'd explode.

His tongue lapped and tasted as he mapped out every fold and crevice of her sex.

He came so close to the nub of nerves at the apex and she tried desperately to move her

hips so that he would lick her swollen clitoris. He stroked her everywhere but there.

The man was diabolical in his sensual torture. He'd push her to the very brink of

orgasm and then retreat, petting her softly with his tongue until she started to come

back down. Then he'd start to drive her higher once again.

Sometimes he'd simply nestle his chin in her pubic hair and watch her face as he

used his hands and fingers to toy with her nipples. He seemed to take great pleasure in

plumping up her breasts in his hands and then lightly pinching her already taut

nipples, making them ache even more.

"Harder," she moaned as she watched his fingers tighten around her swollen

nipples. His eyes flared with undisguised lust as he rolled the hard nubs between his

fingers, pinching them gently. Laurel Rose could feel her inner muscles clench in

anticipation.

Suddenly his hands were gone from her breasts and she was left moaning in need.

Her entire body ached. She pumped her hips in the air, wanting to come. Needing to

come. "Stefan." His name was both a plea and a command.

His fingers wrapped around her upper thighs, digging into her flesh as he gripped

her legs and spread them wide. He gave no warning as he released one thigh and thrust

two fingers deep into her core while at the same time carefully capturing her swollen

clitoris between his lips and sucking.

Laurel Rose exploded. Convulsions racked her entire body as she came. She could

feel his tongue and mouth on her flesh as his fingers continued to pump in and out of

her core. The pleasure was so intense she thought she might pass out. Her heart and

head pounded as she shook with release. Gradually, his movements slowed and her

body was reduced to the occasional tremor.

She felt boneless as she lay there on the bed, completely sated. She'd never

experienced anything like that in her life. The cool night breeze made her shiver as it

dried the fine coating of sweat that covered her. She curled her fingers and toes into the

mattress like a contented cat. With a sleepy smile on her face, she opened her eyes and

gazed up at the man who had given her such pleasure.

She froze at the picture before her. The indulgent lover was gone. In his place was

the man who had walked out of the shadows earlier that evening, a man who looked

more than capable of taking what he wanted. And right now, what he wanted was her.

Lust was carved onto his face, making it appear even harsher. His eyes were hot

with need, and they seemed to devour her while he sat back on his knees watching her.

Every muscle in his body seemed pronounced as if clenched and ready to spring into

action. A light sheen of sweat made his skin gleam in the moonlight. He seemed even

larger than before as he gripped his cock with his hand and pumped up and down the

hard length.

As she watched, a pearl of liquid beaded across the tip. She licked her lips,

wondering what it tasted like, wanting to stroke her fingers across his shaft and

discover if it was as hard as it looked.

Her gaze flew to his when he groaned. His eyes seemed to burn into her very soul

and she felt an answering pull within her. Desire began to build again where moments

before sleepy satisfaction had reigned.

As if he could read her thoughts, he answered her unasked question. "Whatever

you want, Laurel Rose. It's your choice."



Chapter Seven



Stefan feared he might go mad while he waited for Laurel Rose to decide what she

wanted him to do. Her deep indigo eyes widened and grew darker as she watched him.

He could feel the excitement growing within her. The resurgence of her arousal where

moments before she had been completely sated. She was incredibly attracted to him and

was making no effort to hide the fact.

Pure satisfaction filled Stefan. He'd had many women in his lifetime, but none of

them had affected him as deeply or on as many levels as Laurel Rose. He felt

ridiculously pleased that she wanted him and she wasn't afraid to show it. If she kept

staring at his swollen cock and licking her lips, he was going to come without her even

having to touch him.

He shuddered as his balls tightened, drawing up closer to his body. The ache was

continual now, the pulsing in his cock a driving rhythm urging him to fuck her. That

time was coming. And soon. But right now, he wanted to feel her lips brush his flesh

while her tongue stroked his hard length. He wanted her hands on his body, caressing

him. He didn't care where she touched him so long as her fingers stroked his skin. Flesh

to flesh. Lover to lover.

Her breasts fascinated him with their steady rise and fall as her breathing deepened

and became harsher. Their tips were swollen and red from his earlier attention. They

were as ripe as raspberries, just waiting to be sampled. The plump mounds were as

silky, pale and smooth as cream. His fingers itched to stroke the curve of her stomach

just to see if it was as soft as it appeared. He could easily spend eternity learning

everything there was to know about Laurel Rose.

She'd been so still for so long that he thought she'd changed her mind. He could

feel the sweat trickle down his back from the effort it took to hold himself in check. A

savage pleasure gripped him when she tentatively raised her hand and reached out to

touch him. He closed his eyes, anticipating the pleasure her innocent caress would