Fated(11)

I watched in amazement as he slowly lost control before my eyes. His darkened blue eyes dilated until they were almost black and he moved at almost inhuman speed to shackle my wrists in his hands. He withdrew his cock completely, only to slam back inside of me as he growled with desperation. He repeated the motion until I unashamedly begged him for more. I dragged my legs back and slightly tilted my hips, pulling him in deeper to meet each of his hard thrusts. I groaned as he slowed his pace down, fully burying himself completely inside of my wet sex.

“Du kommer att vara död för mig,” he mumbled against my neck as he maintained his slow, powerful strokes inside of me. I could feel myself slowly coming apart at the seams, one thread at a time.

“Stefan...I need to come,” I begged. The voice coming out of my mouth didn't sound like my own. It sounded raw, brazen and demanding.

He released my wrists and my hands instinctively reached up to grab his hair, dragging his face down to reclaim his lips with my own, my tongue pushing forcefully inside of his mouth. The speed and intensity of his thrusts increased, his cool skin sliding against the slickness of my flushed body. I cried out against his mouth and begged for release. My back rose off the bed as I began to slowly clench around his cock, waves of ecstasy flowing through me.

“Come for me, Josephine,” Stefan murmured against my lips. His hand moved between us to circle my clit as I tumbled over the edge, my inner walls contracting around him as I shuddered underneath him.

His cock twitched and he released deep inside of me, a guttural cry escaping his lips. “Knulla det. Jag kommer!” His head fell back against his shoulders as his orgasm overtook him.

He raised his head slowly and lowered his trembling mouth to mine, his lips gentle. “Det var otroligt. Du är en gudinna.”

He rolled to my side and rested his head lightly against my shoulder. His body curved around mine, our breathing ragged. I was slowly starting to regain my senses and I turned my head slightly to stare into his eyes, my fingers absently stroking his silky hair. He smiled at me lazily, his face relaxed and euphoric.

“You need to tell me what you said. My brain doesn't have Google Translate,” I managed to murmur weakly, my spent body was filled with an amazing sense of completeness I'd never felt before. I shifted to my side to place my head on his chest, curling up against him. I expected to hear his heart hammering in his chest like my own, but his chest was silent against my face.

Flooded with panic, I struggled to sit up. How could he have no heart beat? It wasn't possible. My mind was filled with anxiety and confusion as I desperately tried to come up with an explanation that made sense.

“Josephine,” Stefan said. His hand wrapped gently around my arm, keeping me in place.

“What are you?” I sputtered, my own heart racing even faster. I placed a tentative, shaking hand over his chest, hoping that I'd been mistaken and I'd feel the steady strum of his heart underneath my hand.

I felt nothing except his cool, velvety skin against my fingers. My eyes searched his and I could tell by the expression on his face that I wasn't going to like his answer.

“Josephine, I did not want you to find out this way.” He looked away for a moment, focusing on the wall. His blue eyes were somber and his shoulders were tense when he finally looked back to me. “I am a vampire.”





Chapter 2


He's a vampire? Everyone knows vampires don't exist. They're mythical creatures, like unicorns and werewolves. I glanced at Stefan's face skeptically and waited for the punch line. After studying his solemn face for a moment, it started to sink in that he was serious. He was a vampire, the stuff of legends.

A nervous laugh escaped as I considered his words. A vampire?!? I yanked my arm away from him and jumped up from the bed to frantically pace the room in search of my robe. I couldn't help but wonder why I was worrying about a robe since he'd seen every part (and I mean every part) of me intimately. If nothing else, it gave me something else to do besides think about the supposed nonexistent creature sitting on my bed. Nervously chewing my bottom lip, I continued to pace, spotting my robe on the chaise lounge chair. I pulled it on and tied the belt tightly around my waist. Now that I was dressed, I had a million questions to ask him but no idea where to begin.

“Josephine, please let me explain,” Stefan begged, pulling his large frame up to a sitting position, his blue gaze intense as he watched me continue to pace the room.

“You're a vampire. And you chose me for dinner? Is this what you do, Stefan? Pick up unsuspecting women, seduce them and then...bite them? Or kill them?” I asked, feeling traitorous tears burn my eyes. A tumble of confused thoughts and feelings assaulted me. Was I just another woman he'd seduced, used for sex and was going to throw away? The urge for me to emotionally shut down was tempting.