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He trembled at the sound of my voice calling out his name. His hold on me tightened, his hips pistoning faster and deeper. My inner walls clenched around him, gripping him tighter with each stroke. My fingers fanned into his thick, golden hair. Our eyes met and his adoring gaze caused my heart to break.
His voice floated into my thoughts again. “Now it is I that yearns for everything you have to offer. I want every part of you. Your pussy, your love, your blood.”
My body could hold back no longer. His passionate words made anticipation surge throughout my body like an electrical current, setting fire to every nerve ending. “Drink from me. Take everything I have.”
His mouth blurred to my throat. His fangs scraped against my neck before sinking into my flesh. The feeling of being entirely consumed by him caused me to splinter into a million pieces around him. I clutched his head to my neck as he drank from me.
“Yes, Stefan! Yes! ” I yelled out in a violent sob. My nails traveled down his neck to sink into the skin of his back, feeling the satin of his skin loosen underneath my fingers.
“Josephine, jag vill äta dig levande och knulla dig tills du inte kan stå,” Stefan thundered. He exploded inside of me, his release triggering yet another tremor from me. We clung to each other, riding out the last of our shared climax together. I’d gone completely limp in his arms, barely able to hold on to him. He rolled us to the bed, still wrapped in each others embrace.
His lips searched out mine, gently kissing me. His hands surrounded my face gently, our tongues in constant contact, our heads turning to deepen the kiss. Just one time, I wanted to break him the way he always managed to destroy me.
“Ah, vackra. You are wrong. You annihilate me every time we are together. I can no longer exist without you,” Stefan whispered softly. He peppered kisses over my face. “Nor would I want to. You are everything.”
Perfectly content in the moment, we were silent. Stefan gently stroked my hair, effectively lulling me into an idyllic sense of calm.
Little did I know the tranquilty would be short lived.
***
When I awoke hours later, it was late morning and Stefan was still sleeping beside me. Filtered light from the curtains barely penetrated the darkness of the room. Surprisingly alert, I replayed the night through my head.
His plan to keep my mind occupied had worked. As he took me time and time again, I equally adored and hated how much I needed him. We destroyed the sheets, ripping them to shreds with scratching fingernails and clenching fists. Hours had passed and my poor body was exhausted, yet still wordlessly begged him for more. We'd become insatiable, out of control. His overwhelming lust amplified my own, leaving me wanting more when I thought it was impossible.
His hands reached for me again, gathering me in his arms and standing us up. He held my thighs across both of his forearms. My hips were splayed wide open above his pulsing cock, causing an unbearable need to rush over my body like it was the first time we’d made love. My hands clasped his shoulders and I moaned in delicious expectation as I waited for him to plunge himself inside me again.
Stefan didn't make me wait. He never did.
"More," he demanded, lowering me gently over him. Tears of exhaustion pricked at my eyes, leaving me to rest my heavy head in the crook of his neck. Once again my poor body instinctively responded, eager for more of him. My weary muscles welcomed him weakly. It was shocking how wet I was for him, and he met no resistance as he filled me up until we were joined once again.
How did he do this to me? How could I possibly want him more than I did before?
"Stefan..." I moaned out his name in reverence against his throat. My lips brushed against the softness of his skin, reveling in the sensation.
Sensing my fatigue, he chose a gentle pace this time, slowly lifting and lowering me, teasing himself with me. He pulled out completely, only to thrust back in until I cried out. I had no control or strength, yet I managed to contract and clench my inner muscles around him. Rubbing my aching nipples against his chest, I nibbled gently on his earlobe. "My beautiful man," I whispered distractedly.
"You are exquisitely perfect, Josephine," he whispered raggedly. "There will never be anyone for me except you. You know this."
His soft words filled me with my own smug pride. Nibbling my teeth against his cheek, I headed down his face to kiss his fangless mouth.
"I still never get tired of hearing it," I murmured. Swirling my hips, I bent him in a tight circle, shamelessly coaxing his sharp fangs to come out and play with me.
He felt my intention, my desire for his bite crystal clear. "No," he rebuked playfully. "You won't break me, vackra. Your blood destroys my self-control."
"You won't hurt me," I countered teasingly, swirling him again and again deep inside me. "Let’s see if I can bring you to your knees."
He laughed at my bravado and gripped my ass, stopping my circles and slowing the pace. "Ah, someone is feeling confident. Prove it," he rasped deeply as he stroked harder inside of me, crushing my bold assumptions.
Moaning, I gave up and clutched his arms, letting him take me harder than before. He was never one to back away from a challenge and he was determined to prove me wrong.
Feeling my surrender, his pace quickened further with excitement. "Morgonen är här. Kom med mig."
His words caused me to fall helplessly with him into the abyss, vaguely hearing him shout as he emptied himself deep inside me for the countless time that night. Shuddering against him yet again, I helplessly melted against him.
My eyes heavy, I felt the bed rush up to meet us. Had he placed us there or had we finally collapsed, simply falling over from sheer exhaustion? Honestly, I had no way of knowing. I simply crumpled along with him, unbelievably wanting more, yet physically unable to even lift my head.
Shattered and drained, we fell asleep, tangled together in the covers and each others arms.
