Stefan sighed softly. “Touch me. Please.” He was beautiful, completely unguarded with soft eyes. “Please.”
Hesitantly, I continued my exploration over his soft skin, letting my mouth follow the path my hands had made. My lips and tongue skimmed over his stomach, back up to his chest. I traced around each of nipples with my fingers, rubbing my mouth over the satin skin of his neck, feeling the muscles in his throat constrict under my lips.
I inched closer to him, until our lips were almost touching. His impossibly pretty mouth was curved in a small smile, his fangs fully extended. I took a finger and caressed each one, moving as if to kiss him, instead my tongue tracing each sharp incisor. His chest rumbled, his blue eyes becoming unfocused.
Stefan rose to his knees. I scrambled back against the pillows as he rushed to move between my legs. One hand grasped his cock, rubbing it over my wet folds. The other gripped my waist, drawing me closer to him. His body draped over me and he pushed gently inside of me, causing us both to break into shuddering moans. His hips pulled back, dropping his head to against my shoulder. His large arms enveloped me, wrapping around my back, finally sheathing himself to the hilt inside of my pussy, our bodies perfectly aligning to one another.
“This is right,” he moaned, burying his face in my hair. “Tell me this is right.”
“Yes,” I agreed desperately. “It’s always perfect.”
He began stroking in earnest, setting a steady pace. He bent to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, his fangs grazing along my tender skin as his tongue swirled and pulled.
“I never knew it was possible to have this, Josephine. To feel love, this kind of affection. Then only to feel the pain of losing you,” Stefan admitted. “I do not like to feel vulnerable.”
I pushed him to his back against the bed, never breaking stride. I straddled him, increasing our speed. Stefan hissed in pleasure and I kissed him hard, my mouth unrelenting. His hand grasped my face, pulling my lips from his to look into my eyes.
“I was in hell last night. You were lost to me and I was afraid too much had happened and you had left.” He kissed me briefly before pulling away again, gazing back into my eyes as if he was staring into my very soul, his blue eyes becoming dark pools of emotion. “Vackra, it has always been you. Hur bevisar jag min hängivenhet till dig? Du har mig i bojor, din villig fånge.”
As he spoke the words to me, he once again gave me access to his thoughts. He was wondering how he could prove his devotion to me. He was letting me know he was my willing prisoner and I had him willingly shackled.
“I don’t want you to be my prisoner, Stefan. I want you to be my lover. My equal. My partner.” Offering my neck to him, I wordlessly spoke to him. “Bite me, Stefan. Please.”
“Mine.” Stefan clutched at my hips and began bucking his hips, moving me faster over his cock, his mouth on my throat. His fangs broke through my skin, the feel of his bite causing me to slip over the edge of desire.
“Yes!” I cried out, riding him harder, tightening and contracting around him, moaning and crying out loudly.
His hips jutted a few more times until he exploded inside of me, his bellow filling the apartment with his satisfaction as we rode out the last of our violent tremors.
We were still for a few moments, and I stretched out to lay across his chest. Filled with elation, I giggled. A smile broke over his face and he stared at me as if I’d suddenly grown two heads.
“We’ve probably woken all of our neighbors.” I blushed. Turning serious, I met his eyes. “We’re stuck with each other, Stefan. I can’t be without you. I love you and you love me. We need to learn to make this work.”
His answering smile was brilliant, dazzling in its intensity. “We will, Josephine.”
Our lips met, his mouth soft and gentle. This kiss was different. We weren’t frantically trying to reconnect this time, he was pouring all of his love and adoration into this kiss. When he lifted his lips from mine, he was smirking.
“I want everyone to be jealous of what I have. To feel what I just felt, I would gladly deal with the wrath of this entire city,” Stefan boasted proudly. “Come with me. There is a shower with our name on it. I want to get you clean so I can get you dirty again.”
“My sexy talking vampire,” I chided, sneaking a kiss from his soft lips.
“Always.”
Chapter 5 - Brother, Who Art Thou?
“Breakfast?” Stefan asked as I walked into the kitchen, my hair still damp from our shower. I was pleasantly surprised to see him standing in the kitchen, shirtless and clad only in tight boxer briefs, scrambling eggs over the stove. He had a plate on the counter with bacon stacked in neat piles plate.