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 … ."
His voice tapered off and he shook himself as if to bring himself out of his reverie. His tongue swiped across his lower lip and he held my chin, bringing our faces so close together that our noses were touching. "You allowed me claim you, although you were always in control, vackra. It is give and take. You gave me what I wanted and you took the pleasure I gave you, that we gave one another."
Nodding, my tongue flickered out to trace the outline of his mouth. His hand gripped my leg, pulling it higher. Without another word, he slipped back inside of me. Our lips met and his hands slid up my back, twisting into the hair at the nape of my neck as he gently took me again.
"Let me completely into your mind, vackra … and come into mine."
As his hips rocked against mine, our mouths connected and our minds intertwined, I felt his intense want, his almost overwhelming love for me. He visibly jolted when I pushed my feelings back to him, letting him experience every emotion and sensation he brought out in me: my love for him, need, and fathomless desire.
I clasped my fingers in his hair and he groaned seductively into my mouth, our bodies continuing their steady pace. Neither of us would last long this time around. We were both too far gone …
My eyes opened and he was watching me. The power of his eyes, his mind and his cock inside of me made me lose control, crying out his name as I came. A tender smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as he reached his completion, our gazes never faltering as we clung to each other, riding out the throes of our combined orgasm.
I was a trembling, boneless disaster and Stefan wasn't much better off than me. His arms were heavy and his head fell limply against the pillow. Our breathing was a series of ragged, rapid pants and gasps.
As cognizant thought gradually came back to me, I wondered if it this is how it would always be for us. Would we always want each other so desperately?
"Yes. However, it will become more intense," Stefan replied softly. He curled a lock of my hair gently around his fingers.
More intense? It would be more intense than what we just experienced?
Impossible.
He laughed softly, nuzzling his nose against my cheek. "The more we love one another, the deeper the craving will be. I have never felt anything that I can compare to what it feels like to be with you. It is like,"
"Perfection," I finished for him. Stefan glanced up at me and smiled, his eyes begging me to say more. "Being with you is everything I ever wanted but didn't know to ask for it. When we're together like this, I feel complete. Like I'm home."
"Home," he repeated in agreement. "I have not had a home in 975 years."
He pulled his large frame from me and walked into the bathroom, his muscles moving smoothly under his skin, contracting and flexing exquisitely. I heard the water turn on in the bathroom. He'd only been gone for a moment when he reentered the room.
I couldn't help but admire him when he sauntered across the bedroom towards me. Rumpled blond sex hair, strong shoulders and a muscular chest tapered to his narrow hips. His long, lean legs looked as if they were sculpted from marble. He bent over me, capturing my mouth in a kiss. He raised his head and tugged on my arm.
"Come with me."
Following behind him, I smiled when I saw the huge bathtub filling with water. He slipped inside and offered me his hand. Holding on to him, I slid into the water, my back against his chest. We sat in the large tub, sated and content in listening to the sounds of the water as it splashed against our skin.
Stefan reached for the handheld attachment and turned it on, wetting my hair. He rubbed shampoo through my long hair, the tips of his fingers massaging my scalp. He rinsed my hair and I leaned back against him, letting out a contented sigh as I watched him rub soap onto a washcloth.
"We leave for Bali tomorrow. How are you feeling about that?" Stefan asked as he rubbed my shoulders softly with the the cloth. He ran it over my breasts, and dipped below the water to linger against my stomach and between my legs.
"I dread the 20 hour flight and we won't have the advantage of flying on a private plane this time around," I said, spinning around in the water to face him. I repeated the process on him, washing and rinsing his hair and washing every inch of his powerful body.
"Commercial airlines," Stefan sneered. "I could not get my private plane routed back in time for our flight to Bali. Lukas loaned it to business associates without my consent."
Glancing at the aggravated expression on his face, I could only imagine what sort of revenge Stefan would have on Lukas. I'm sure it would be embarrassing or would involve a task Lukas would be horrified at performing.
"Yes. He is responsible for cleaning our apartment and running my errands until he joins us in Bali."
I had an image of Lukas running a vacuum and giggled loudly, splashing Stefan with water. His blue eyes sparkled and he pressed me against the bathtub, nibbling at my lower lip. We lingered in the tub until the water turned cold and my fingers were wrinkled, reluctantly bundling into a fluffy towel. I grabbed a wide toothed comb from the vanity and headed into the bedroom, sitting cross legged on the bed. Stefan joined me and plucked the comb from my fingers, sitting behind me to slowly comb through my long hair. His fingers were fast and gentle as I felt him separate my hair into three sections, methodically beginning to weave my hair into a long braid that hung down my back. He secured it with a rubber band and I turned to face him as he surveyed his work, a proud smile on his handsome face.
"How did you learn to braid hair?" I questioned, rubbing my fingers over the tight plaits.
"One does not live to be almost a thousand years old without knowing how to braid. During my human life we made our own ropes from bast and hemp which were braided together," Stefan offered in explanation and shrugged. He placed the comb on the bedside table and reclined on the bed, running his fingers through his thick, damp hair.
"Do you miss your human life?" I asked, moving to lie on my stomach beside him. I rested my chin on his stomach, watching him intently. He stared down at me in surprise for a moment before his face took on that familiar faraway look when he was remembering something from his past.
"I do not miss being human and it is difficult for me to recollect much of my human life," he said quietly and rubbed his finger across his lip, lost in thought. "I remember my father being a handsome, imposing man. He was a Jarl in our village, a nobleman. My mother was a beautiful woman with long blond hair and blue eyes. I had three brothers: Ragnarr, Sigarr and Snerrir, and a sister named Heier. I can recall being happy, even with my ability."