Gripping his broad shoulders for support, I tilted my hips and plunged onto his thick cock again and again, my inner walls tightening around him. I ground against him and his hands possessively cupped my ass, moving me over his length. My mouth crashed against his and our tongues met to twist together desperately.
“It's never enough, Stefan. I can't get enough of you.” My mental voice sounded desperate as I continued to move against him.
One of his hands moved up my back to lace in my hair, pulling my face back so our lips almost touched. His other hand gripped my ass harder, opening me wider as I thrust against him.
“Never,” Stefan agreed, his lips soft as they brushed against mine. “Aldrig nog av dig.”
He bucked his hips against me, sliding even deeper inside. My inner walls clenched around his cock, my orgasm overtaking me, devastating and complete. His mouth lowered to capture my nipple in his lips, his fangs piercing the tender skin. I felt him suck gently, his hips lifting to buck faster inside of me as he drank from my breast. He shuddered against me and pulsed deeply inside of me, his hips finally slowing from their rapid pace.
I felt his fangs retract from my breast and his voice was soft and filled with honesty as he spoke. “You are my everything. Without you, I am nothing.”
“Stefan...” Our mouths met again languidly, our kiss gentle and soft. I sighed happily and settled against his chest, his nearness almost overwhelming me. There was a tangible bond between us, overwhelming and almost electric.
“Du är min, som jag är din. You are mine, as I am yours.” Stefan's voice was silken, his words wrapping around me like a blanket. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I mumbled against his chest, pressing my lips in a kiss over his silent heart.
“Please don't leave me like that again. My heart can't take it.”
“I cannot be without you, Josephine. You are my reason to exist.” His voice was a gentle whisper in my mind.
The old me would have run as far away from him as quickly as my legs could carry me. The new me reveled in his words, purring like a contented cat.
We reluctantly separated. Stefan pulled on his jeans to go to his car, leaving me alone to pick up the remnants of ripped clothing. My ruined clothes went in the garbage without second thought. I grabbed Stefan's discarded t-shirt from the couch, pulling it over my head. It swam on my body, the hem brushing the top of my knees.
“It looks much better on you than me,” Stefan said as his eyes roamed over my figure. “Of course, I would prefer if chose to wear nothing at all.”
“I'm sure you would.” I rolled my eyes. “Are you forgetting that I have a nosy neighbor that has a key to my house? A neighbor that loves to barge in without knocking?” I asked, my eyebrows raising slightly.
“Ah, your friend Georgia. It would be hard to forget her, Josephine. She has a way of getting under a ones skin. You should consider calling a locksmith,” Stefan replied, shrugging indifferently.
“She means well. She just tends to get carried away,” I assured him, worrying about the ongoing issues between Georgia and Stefan. I had a brief mental picture of them chatting over coffee and snorted. I lowered my shield to scan her future to gauge her reaction to Stefan's return, surprised to see it was black. Was I losing my ability? Why else would futures be much more difficult for me to read, or not see at all? It was something I'd have to think about.
Stefan lounged casually against the door frame with his duffel bag in his hand and watched my mental musing with a lopsided smile on his face. "She is your friend. I do not have to like or dislike her, Josephine. Let us stop talking and go to bed. You have on too many clothes.”
Feigning seriousness, I grabbed Stefan by one of his belt loops, pulling him against me. “Come on, let's go to bed. No more funny business tonight. I'm tired and it's getting late.”
“I can assure you that none of my plans for you involve humor,” he retorted with a trace of laughter in his voice.
“I'm worried about your memory problems. First you forget about my inquisitive friend and now you're forgetting about my delicate human body?” I huffed. “You are old. Is this something I should be concerned about?”
I turned on my heel to walk slowly down the hallway, swaying my hips seductively. I turned my head to glance back at him, giving him a sultry look and blowing him a kiss.
Stefan let out a deep laugh and blurred quickly to swat me on the ass. I jumped and turned to face him with wide eyes, smacking his chest lightly with my hand.
“It's a good thing I have a soft spot for vampires that are tall, blond and old.” I moved to stand on my tiptoes to playfully kiss the cleft in his chin. “You're a cradle robber, Romeo.”