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My mind drifted back to the night she'd died her human death, an icy chill causing me to shiver. I'd watched her life slip away as she lay in my arms, my pleas to Stefan still too fresh in my mind. Anna had been beautiful as a human with her riot of brown curls and chocolate eyes. As a vampire she was flawless, her olive skin slightly darker than Lukas or Stefan. From the moment she awoken, she'd accepted her new life with a quiet acceptance.
As she said, she didn't have a choice. I snapped back to the present.
"You know I hate the whole 'I'm your property' thing. As far as Anna is concerned, I think she’ll be ready. She doesn’t regret this life.”
"Josephine, I do not consider you my property. Vampire law does." He looked at me pointedly. "Anna will always remember the night if her death. As I told you, other human memories fade, yet that memory remains."
"Speaking of Anna, is something going on with Anna and Nikolaus?"
"It is not my story to tell. They will tell us if and when they are ready," Stefan replied as his fingertips crept over the lace inserts in my gown. "Not everyone has a happily ever after. Anna and Nikolaus both have never settled down and they may choose not to. You need to understand that what we have is a rarity."
“I know. I know something is going on between them. I just want them to be happy.” I snuggled closer to him and my body aligned perfectly with his, my head resting on his chest. His arm wrapped around my waist while his other hand rested on my hip. We were silent, watching the city lights twinkle and listening to the steady hum of traffic. For a moment, there was no Council appearance hanging over us, no Lukas, no Anna, no Kian. It was just Stefan and me.
We were alone, our minds melding together into a tapestry of contentment and love. The force of the emotions in his thoughts was indescribable. It was all-consuming, almost threatening to drown me. How I'd survived so long without him was a mystery to me. Overcome with the sudden fear of losing him, I leaned my head back, exposing my neck to him.
"Drink from me," I whispered. My voice had cracked by the time I had gotten to the end of my sentence.
His long fingers clasped my face and his blue eyes drilled into mine. "Why?"
"I don't want to think about anything but you and me right now." I blinked back tears. “When you drink from me, all I can think of is you and me.”
His eyes narrowed as he studied my face. "You do not trust me when I tell you it will be fine?"
I swallowed, the lump in my throat threatening to strangle me. "I trust you. I don't trust them."
His handsome face softened, his impossibly pretty mouth relaxing into the gentlest of smiles. He lowered his lips to my neck, his nose nuzzling against my skin.
"I love you." His lips tickled as they whispered across my throat. He pressed a kiss over the spot he chose, the soft click of his fangs unleashing a warmth in the pit of my stomach.
"You are everything." He bit down so gently that I was surprised when I felt his reaction to the taste of my blood. He'd been so precise that I hadn't felt his bite. He took a long draw, drinking only enough to keep the wound open.
Crooning his name, I let pleasure wash over me every time he suckled. My head fell into the cradle of his arm, my body losing all tension. Everything disappeared except us and the feeling of being consumed. Lust spiked between us and I knew we'd both want more than a simple blood exchange.
His hand had started to rub slow, deliberate circles on my hip. My gown rode up slowly with each pass. His body was returning my warmth in equal measure. I felt his cock, rock hard and seeking, pressed against me, begging for attention. I cupped his hip, languidly pulling him forward just as I pushed closer to him.
"Steafedn," I hummed. The feeling of being in his arms while he drank from me was erotic, almost hypnotic.
He jolted at hearing me speak his given name, breaking suction and hissing out a warning. "You risk my control, vackra. Do not tempt me."
I let out a soft laugh and rubbed into his cock harder. "Are you incapable of making love gently when I talk like that?"
"Very few of the emotions I have for you are gentle. I struggle to not let them destroy me."
Shocked at his statement, I turned my head, my blood trickling down my neck as I did. I focused on his darkened eyes as my fingers worked nimbly on the button of his jeans. "Show me how gentle you can be. Here, under the stars."
Without another word, I had his pants open and his thick shaft spilled into my hand. I moaned and pumped him as our gazes locked, his jaw tightening as he considered my proposal while I languidly stroked his cock.
His eyes slammed shut and he growled his rough animal growl, bucking into my fist. "I cannot promise that I can be gentle. Not like this. Not now..."
Giggling, I tightened my grip. "I want you to try, Stefan. For me?"
The satin of my nightgown was climbing up my hip into his fist. His long fingers slipped through my wet heat. He fingered me carefully, scissoring deep inside of me, listening to my gasps as he touched me so intimately.
"Only for you. I want no other."
I nodded, my eyes closed in ecstasy as I rode his fingertips. "Forever. I'll love you forever."
He withdrew his fingers and I sobbed as his cock filled their place, sliding slowly, deeply, until I had all of him. Moving his hips at an agonizingly slow tempo, he lowered to my neck once again. "You will kill me with your pretty words."
