He smiled one of his crooked smiles and his arms reached out to tug me to the bed beside of him. He pushed me to my back, opening my legs wide and moving to settle between them, simply staring at the wetness that glistened between my thighs. His fangs were fully out, his blue eyes heavily lidded with his need as he knelt before me. The now familiar excitement of seeing him aroused and filled with want made me desire him so intensely that my entire body cried out for his touch, writhing and arching my back off the bed as I longed for him to touch me.
“Always so impatient, Josephine.”
His nostrils flared as he smelled my arousal in the air between us, and his fangs retracted slowly. He parted my folds with his fingers, burying his head between my thighs, his tongue tracing a slow line from my wet pussy to circle around my swollen clit, then returning to delve inside of me. He let out a deep rumble of pleasure, his thumb rubbing over my clit as he sucked and licked, his soft, sensual touch making me shiver at the same time a low moan fell from my lips.
He raised his head and hovered over me. The burning intensity of his eyes had me trapped, unable to look away.
“Beg.”
My eyes stared into his, filled with astonishment. He wanted me to beg? He sat back on his heels and began stroking his full length with long, languid strokes, still staring at me with eyes that beckoned for me to yield to him.
“Beg,” he repeated. His tongue slipped out to lick across his lower lip eagerly.
“Please,” I whimpered. I wasn’t above begging when the end result would have him buried inside of me.
“Please, what? What exactly do you want me to do, Josephine?”
He was playing dirty, making me tell him what I wanted merely to hear me tell him how badly I needed him.
Sneaky bastard.
Trying to make my voice stay low and sultry, I stared deeply into his eyes. “Please, Stefan. I need you…”
His eyebrow rose slightly and his lips twitched, the speed of his hand on his cock increasing. “Tell me what you need and where you need it.”
I let out a frustrated groan and bowed my neck against the bed. He was going to kill me. My mind flashed back to the first night I met him and I mused of self-combustion. If he kept this up, I’d be a pile of ashes from all of his sexy talk.
Sitting up a little, I rested on my elbows. I focused on him so intently that I felt myself slip into his mind, our thoughts fusing together, our desire mingling and fueling the craving that was burning in each of us, threatening to blaze out of control.
“I need your cock inside of me. Now,” I said in a low growl that was worthy of a vampire.
His answering smile was triumphant. His fangs dropped again and he lowered the entire length of his long, lean body against me, letting our joining come naturally, his cock sliding deep inside of me. After a moment he ducked his head to kiss my neck, his tongue licking along my pulse point.
“I love it to hear you talk like that, vackra. Du vänder mig, Josephine,” he said into my ear before his lips drifted to the other side of my neck. My fingers gripped his taut ass to keep his slow, steady rhythm from stopping. This time when he spoke, it was his voice I heard in my mind. “You are so wet for me. Do you want more?”
“Yes! More!” I panted. He picked up the pace, our bodies starting to make the sounds I associated with our lovemaking: wet sounds of flesh against flesh, our cries and moans matched the frantic rhythm we’d set. “More!”
“More? You want more?” Stefan asked, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. He leaned closer, the hard muscles of his chest pressing against my breasts, his strong arms on each side of my head, caging me in.
“Yes! Harder,” I begged, pulling my legs back and letting my heels dig into the firm cheeks of his ass. His eyes darkened and his speed increased, our hips meeting at an almost brutal speed.
Turning my neck to the side, I moved so my throat was exposed. I wanted him to bite, to take everything I had to offer to him.
“No!”
In a flash, he had moved us into a new position. I was kneeling on the bed with my back pressed against his chest, my legs straddling his thighs. He was buried inside of me, deeper than before and moving faster, one hand rubbing circles against my clit. He bucked and I ground my pussy against him, calling out his name with every thrust.
He raised his other arm to his mouth and I heard the sound of his skin ripping, taken aback when he presented his bloody wrist to me.
“Drink from me while I fuck you.” His mental voice was heavily accented and filled with lust.
Without any hesitation my lips attached themselves to him, greedily sucking on his wrist, enjoying the taste of his blood as it made its way down my throat. It wasn’t until I felt his overwhelming emotions that I realized he had bitten me, our blood intermingling, making a complete circuit as we drank from one another.