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Stefan smiled, knowing she wasn't listening and wondering how he could get the words out when his need to feel her body trap his had his blood pounding like an engine. Her fingers balled in the bedspread, and her hips rose in invitation.
"Well." The heat of his words breezed over her liquid center. "I was never very good at it," he said, then tasted her.
She was ready for him, so wet, and she could feel him slipping a teasing finger over her dampness and then tracing the softness, lightly dragging the moisture up over silken skin to her sensitive nub. He knew just how to touch her and the pressure of his finger against her clit made her heart pound. Sparks of light filled her head while honey poured through her veins…
Then he was parting her inner lips to lick the tender clit. She gasped as his tongue flicked across her, making her go hot and cold. The pleasure of his mouth on her was so intense it was almost painful. Her toes curled and she buried her hand in his hair, her breath coming faster, shorter as he pressed fingers into her core, finding that invisible spot that heightened sensation. He thrust deeper into her, stroking that spot as he sucked on her nub and did it again and again so that she couldn’t hang on to a single rational thought, her body no longer her body but his to play with and control.
Alana dragged in great gulps of air as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She dug one heel into the bed, trying to resist, doing her best to hold off from climaxing too fast, but Stefan wasn’t about to let her escape. He was far too clever with his fingers, and he knew how to control her with his mouth and teeth and tongue, and then the tip of his tongue flicked over her so slowly that she broke, the orgasm so intense that she almost screamed, but caught herself in time. Tears filled her eyes instead.
Hell. He took her to heaven and then dropped her into hell.
She came unglued for him. It was what he adored about her. She never held back. He laved and stroked her, his movements languid and succulent. She gasped his name over and over, told him how good she felt, that she wanted him inside her, and her erotic words nearly undid him.
He pushed her thigh farther over his shoulder and drove even deeper, letting her come to the edge of rapture, then slowing and taking her up the peak again.
"Stefan," she screamed, and he rose up, his large powerful body pulling her close, and he kissed her, deeply, and even though he’d yet to bury his body inside her, she knew he was staking claim. His hands cupped her face, his mouth drank her in.
Mine, his fierce carnal kiss seemed to say. You belong to me.
She labored for air, wrapping her limbs around him. "Now, Stefan, please."
"Yes," he said softly. "Now."
He lifted her farther onto the bed and shifted between her thighs. Braced above her, he met her gaze. Alana reached between them and closed her fingers around his arousal. Then she let the silken tip of him slide against her.
"Alana, honey."
She smiled like a cat and guided him. He sank into her slowly and she watched his muscles tighten, his head drop back for a second or two. His entire body flexed as he pushed and filled her completely.
"Mine," he said, and moved, "Don't you forget it."
“Yes, Stefan…” Her voice cracked and she pushed harder against him, demanding, claiming.
He met her tempo, a smooth cadence heightening their pleasure with each stroke. Stefan felt it climb up his spine, shatter his will. She touched his face, kissed his mouth, his chin. Stefan grabbed the head-board, leveling himself, watching her as he left and plunged into her body. She stretched beneath him, long and willowy, utterly feminine in her passion. He was aware of her every nuance, every movement and sound she made. Yet it was the tears in her eyes that snagged his soul and tore through his heart.
He called her name, his chest vised with tenderness. Desire slapped at them like waves, splashing over them. The slick folds of her gripped him, drew him back.
Pleasure, it beat. Love is here, it whispered. Soft and womanly, she yielded to his strength, his power.
Bronze captured in a delicate pearl, he was her prisoner. Their passion was like a living thing, curling around them, simmering on the edge of their skin. It throbbed from one to the other, twisting until they were more one being, than simply two joined. He held her gaze, never breaking eye contact, never ceasing his movements. Then he lowered onto her.
"I need you," she whispered, and her voice caught. "I need you for more than this, Stefan."
His throat thickened, and he knew what she wanted to say. He felt it. In his bones. Then exquisite heat rolled up his body, into her and exploded. It blinded him with its power, and he thrust hard. She cried out, bowing like a silken ribbon beneath him, and he pushed and pushed, shoving her higher on the bed as their climax dragged them over the edge of rapture, and kept on dragging. It razored through him and into her, ripping out on a soft groan.
Desire suspended between them, a silent thread of a moment. Fused to her, Stefan buried his face in the curve of her shoulder and held on tightly. Passion wouldn't let him go.
When it began to fade, when he thought there would be nothing left of him but ashes, Stefan knew his heart had left him somewhere, and he prayed it landed inside hers.
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He smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed her deeply, with as much fervor as before, with a devouring hunger that lent itself to the side of demand.
She responded instantly. She didn't have a choice; he owned her desire.
Possessed her when she hadn't thought she wanted to be possessed so strongly. But she did, she was, and when he rolled to his back, taking her with him, Alana lay draped over him and sighing with satisfaction.
They didn't speak, still catching their breaths, yet he palmed her spine, her buttocks, in a slow roam. She lifted her head, then folded her arms on his chest, propping her chin there. His expression was serene, his eyes closed.