“We are one in every way, vackra. Heart, soul, body. Vi är ett evigt.”
His mental voice was my undoing and I climaxed hard, my body pulsating and shaking as my orgasm felt like it was ripping me apart violently from the inside out. The sounds falling from my lips didn’t even sound human. They were primal grunts and growls, my hands clutching at his thighs as I clamped around him, gripping him with my inner walls.
I wasn’t alone either. His answering roar was just as animalistic as he pulsed inside of me, his hands moving to grip my breasts in his large hands. Both of our thoughts were filled with our desire to please one another, to claim what we valued above all else. Our love.
We collapsed against the bed in a heap of arms and legs, lacking the strength or presence of mind to do anything but stay wrapped in each other. His fingers drifted up and down my arm. “It does not matter what happens now or when we get back to New York. You are mine, Josephine. Nothing will take you away from me. Nothing.”
“Stefan, it’ll be fine. No one is taking anybody anywhere. If Kian tries anything, I’ll kill him myself before I let him hurt you or take me.”
He turned me in his arms and placed his finger against my lips, silencing me. His eyes narrowed and his face looked hard as he stared at me with his piercing eyes. “You and I both know it is not going to be fine. It is a matter of how or when. Not if.”
His hand gripped my face and he crushed his mouth against mine, his tongue slipping between my lips. He rolled me to my back, deepening the kiss, his hands drifting to the nape of my neck, combing through the waves of my hair. His lips were firm against mine, his mouth hungry and insistent. I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him closer to me as his thoughts spilled into my mind.
“I will not lose you. I cannot lose you. No. I will rip apart anyone that attempts to take you from me. Jag kommer att titta på dem drabbas på mina händer och njuta i deras smärta.”
I broke the kiss, wanting his way of thinking to stop. “Enough! You aren’t going to lose me. Stop talking that way, Stefan. You’re stuck with me.”
His expression softened and he nipped at my lips playfully between his words. “As you are stuck with me.”
He disentangled himself from me and stood, regretfully looking down at me. “As much as I wish to stay here, your friends will be arriving soon.”
Shit! The impromptu going away party. I’d been so wrapped up in worries about Georgia, packing and then distracted with Stefan that I’d forgotten about the get together Anna and Lukas were planning. Lukas had taken off in his red convertible, heading off to meet Anna to plan the last minute get together. I’d been hoping to say my goodbyes to Anna and Georgia separately and bypass a celebration, but once Lukas had planted the seed in Georgia’s mind, there was no going back. Anna just took over the preparations and I just needed to show up.
Groaning loudly, I covered my eyes with my hands. “I know, I know.”
He leaned over the bed and pulled my hands away from my face. His blond hair fell across his forehead and his eyes sparkled teasingly. “Shower?”
Smiling despite myself, I nodded and sat up on the bed. Satisfied that I was right behind him, he turned and strutted towards the bathroom, six-feet-four inches of gorgeous perfection.
I couldn’t help but admire the view. The muscles in his back moved as he walked, stretching and flexing. And that ass…
“Let’s go get clean so we can get dirty again later.”
He spun to face me, shock etched on his face. I’d finally managed to surprise Stefan.
Jumping up from the bed, I breezed past him, winking at him over my shoulder. “Last one to the shower loses.”
“I do not think there is a loser if I get you in the shower,” he said, speeding up to catch me and throw me over his shoulder.
He was right once again. Neither one of us was going to lose.
By the time Stefan and I made it downstairs after our failed attempt at getting clean in the shower, the unofficial party was under way. Lukas had some sort of Latin influenced music playing on the stereo and was busy behind the bar mixing drinks. Anna was perched on one of the stools, sipping away on a margarita, laughing loudly at something Lukas had said. Georgia stood beside them, uncharacteristically quiet. She fiddled with her dark hair and appeared to be uncomfortable. In other words, she was exhibiting very un-Georgia like behavior.
Glancing up at Stefan, I shot him a concerned look. He raised one of his blond eyebrows, and his mouth was set in a thin, straight line across his handsome face. “You need to talk to her and find out what she is thinking.”