Illusion(37)

He inhaled a sharp, unnecessary breath. “You look like a goddess, spread out for me like this. Only for me.”

His husky, lilting words washed over me like liquid fire and my own breathing hitched. His fingers played against my clit and slipped through my swollen folds, spreading the wetness with his finger. Letting out a wanton moan, I pressed my ass back towards him and his into his hand.

“You like?”

Another moan fell from my lips as I pushed back harder. “Oh god, yes.”

One of his fingers slid inside of my pussy and stroked in and out lazily, and my body warmed, aching for more. I felt another join the first, the pressure growing. My fingernails almost ripped apart the sheets when his third finger entered me, stretching me even wider. My inner walls tightened around them and my head fell back, a cry escaping my lips. “Stefan, fuck!”

“Do you want more?” Stefan asked, his deep voice sounding uneven. His fingers continued to plunge in and out of me, my hips rolling back to meet his steady rhythm.

Unable to speak, I sent him my mental response. “I want everything.”

He inhaled sharply again and I heard the soft click of his fangs as they dropped.

“Then you will have it.”

The bed shifted under his weight as he moved even closer, withdrawing his fingers and entering me, his cock gliding within my depths. One of his hands gripped my hip, guiding me back to him.

My erratic cries and his loud grunts were timed to every one of his thrusts, our voices blending together as he pounded inside of me. His sticky, wet fingers ran across the curve of my ass, until one circled my other entrance.

I stiffened until I heard the soft cadence of his voice in my mind. “You want everything. Let me show you.”

He maintained his steady rhythm as he slipped the wet finger deep inside my tight entrance. I was completely filled with his cock and finger and I impulsively pressed back, pulling them both deep inside.

“You are fucking beautiful.” His mind voice was sexy and filled with admiration. I could feel the heaviness of his eyes on my body as he thoroughly claimed me.

His finger and cock thrust inside of me in the same feverish rhythm, while his other hand kept a firm grip on my hip. My head dropped to the bed, my body moving instinctively in time with him. It was almost as he had me in some delicious, erotic trance where only we existed.

My orgasm was building to its crescendo, and Stefan became relentless. He continued to pump and thrust, stroke after sensuous stroke. Moans, groan, and cries were the only sounds I could articulate. My legs trembled as I tightened around him, feeling myself let go into a state of euphoria I’d never felt before, my conscious mind ceasing to function properly. I couldn’t think; I could only feel. I’d exploded into a million pieces around him and his ecstasy and lustful thoughts had blended with my own, our mutual longing overtaking and feeding each other. His feral-like passion had become my own, and my erotic pleasure of giving myself over to him fed into his carnal desire to possess me. We no longer were two separate beings; we were one in every way.

I seized around him and the power of my climax caused my arms to collapse against the bed. Stefan’s finger slipped from my other entrance, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me to him as I rhythmically clenched around him. My release triggered his and a ferocious growl spilled out into the room as he pulsed violently inside of me, his fangs slipping into my shoulder as he shuddered over me. We collapsed on the bed, falling to our sides in a blissful pile of ecstasy.

I couldn’t move, nor did I want to move. His head sank over my shoulder, seeking out my lips and they met languidly, both of us physically and emotionally spent from our intense love making. His fingertips walked up my arm as he kissed me, his strong hand gripping my shoulder.

His mouth lifted from mine and he smiled at me, a smug, sexy smile of utter satisfaction on his lips. “You fully gave yourself over to me.”

“I wanted it all in that moment and you gave it to me.” I rolled over to face him, hooking my leg over his thigh and running my hands over his chest. “I could feel all of your emotions. Our minds became one and I didn’t know where I began and you ended. I felt your need, your love. Everything.”

“I could feel you as well.” His blue eyes bored into me. “You bring out a side of me I never knew existed. I struggle not to let myself lose control with you. I only want you to feel pleasure, Josephine. Never fear.”

I deliberated over his words for a moment. “You always hold back? You want more than what we have?”

“I always want more with you, vackra. The more I have you, the more I desire you. I always feel that powerfully for you. Tonight I did not have to hold back.” His eyes turned dark and his face glazed over. I slipped into his thoughts to see his mind replaying the earlier events, a tumble of sensual images saturating my mind. “You… on your knees before me and telling me you wanted everything….”