Illusion(3)

Narrowing my eyes, I wasn’t sure if I totally believed him. I’d only seen the end of their “discussion” and it seemed like there was more to it than Sofia sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.

"I am happy you are awake. You were asleep for nine hours," Stefan said aloud, his eyes continuing their visual scrutiny of my body. "How do you feel, vackra?"

How did I feel? Where do I begin? I’d just discovered that my birth father is a vampire and I woke up to see my vampire lover ready to kill another woman. I think confused and overwhelmed were two words that best described how I felt at the moment.

"Weird and confused, almost like I’ve been asleep for too long. I could really use a glass of water," I answered and rubbed my face with my hands again.

Stefan attempted to stand and I frantically grabbed his arms to stop him. I didn't want him to leave me. I was being irrational, scared that if he left the room I'd never see him again. He focused on me with a look of confusion, his brow furrowing in concern as he read my mind. My eyes traveled over his beautiful face as he leaned closer to me, his deep set, blue eyes uneasy over the plane of his high cheekbones. His chiseled jaw tightened, the dark blond stubble on his face more noticeable than normal.

Stefan moved closer to me on the couch, his lips tickling my ear as he whispered to me. "I am not going anywhere, Josephine. Let me get you a glass of water. I will be back in less than a minute."

He blurred away and disappeared out of the room. He had barely left my field of vision before he'd returned with a crystal glass filled with water, kneeling down beside me and handing the water to me with a crooked smile, watching as I greedily drank the tepid water.

"Is there a reason why you are still here, Sofia?" Stefan questioned harshly without breaking our gaze.

I'd forgotten all about Sofia. Glancing over Stefan's shoulder, I saw her lurking by the door, standing quietly against the wall. I couldn't read her future or feel her emotions, but her body language was easy to decipher. She stared at me with thinly veiled contempt and jealousy seemed to radiate off of her, filling the room with her resentment.

"I was just making sure Josie had recovered," Sofia muttered. She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms defensively.

"As you can see, Josephine is fine. Leave us," Stefan commanded stiffly.

Sofia huffed and turned on her heel, leaving the room in a blur and slamming the door behind her.

"We are alone for the moment. I missed you, vackra."

He took the glass from my hands and placed it on the small table beside of the couch. His large hands gripped my face and his lips covered mine roughly, his tongue slipping into my mouth to entangle with my own. I could feel my body responding to him as he pressed me back into the cushions. His hands were everywhere, one slipping underneath my blouse while the other cupped my ass. His thigh slipped between my legs, his fingers brushing across my nipples through the lacy fabric of my bra.

I pulled my mouth away from his, half-heartedly pushing against the solid wall of his chest. “We can't do this here. Stefan...”

His lips recaptured mine before I could say another word and I gave into the desperation of his kiss. Desire coursed through my veins as I felt his agile fingers unbutton my jeans and quickly pull the zipper down. Our eyes locked as he took one of my hands. He rubbed it against the front of the soft denim, his cock hard and straining against the zipper. His striking face stared back at me, his blue eyes pleading for my understanding.

“I need you. Do not make me beg.”

The tortured moan that fell from my lips was all the answer he needed. He worked quickly, slipping his hands into my panties. His fingers rubbed urgently across my wet folds, letting two of them slip inside of me. He began stroking and curling his fingers as I bucked against his hand.

I could never resist or deny him, I would gladly offer him whatever he needed or wanted. I needed him just as much.

His mouth was demanding and eager, his hips bucking against mine as he deepened the kiss. One of his hands threaded in my hair while the other kept up the rapid rhythm inside of me, his fingers relentless. I’d started tugging on his zipper when Stefan’s cell phone chirped loudly.

With a growl of frustration, he pulled away from me and fished his phone from his pocket. His face tensed and his eyes narrowed.

“What?” I asked. I watched as his shoulders tightened and when he turned to face me, his face was solemn.

“It appears that your father is eager to talk to you.”

I snorted and folded my arms across my chest. “My father?!? He’ll never be my father. He watched me struggle with my abilities for years and did nothing to help me. I have nothing to say to him. I just want to leave.”