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He turned away and I heard the clinking of metal against glass, dinging softly as his shoulder moved effortlessly. The sharp metallic clang of metal sounded in the sink as he dropped the spoon he’d used to stir the blood.
“It is a matter of mind over matter. Now drink.” Stefan handed me the glass and my hands were shaking as I gripped the glass tightly in my hand. Part of me wanted to savor the blood, letting the rich liquid soothe the rawness of my burning throat. But the primal side of me wanted to drain the glass in one greedy swallow…just because I could.
In the end, it was somewhat of a combination of both. My greedy gulps turned into smaller, more controlled swallows as I drank and my thirst was sated. Stefan stood like a silent sentinel, his imposing frame a silent reminder of his stealth-like strength and power.
It wasn’t until I finished the glass and licked my lips that he moved. He took the glass from me and methodically rinsed it out at the sink, seemingly lost in the menial task. His thoughts were muddled, his mind purposely warded from my intrusion.
Hurt panged in my chest, like a knife in my heart. He hadn’t said a word since I’d taken the glass from him and it appeared he was in no hurry. Still uncomfortable in my new skin, I simply waited for Stefan to talk.
Grasping at my wrists, he held them above my head with one hand while the other cupped my face and traveled along the long expanse of my neck as he pinned me against the wall. His fingers tweaked my nipples until they pebbled under his expert touch. As he gazed down at me, his eyes were glittering pools of warring emotion. I could see the love and lust that battled for dominance.
In that moment, I'd take either.
Even when I was partially human, I'd trusted Stefan. When I thought back to those early days, I was amazed at my blind naiveté. I had been and was still willing to allow myself be restrained by a vampire that wanted nothing more than to surrender himself to me...in more ways than one. My eyes never left his face, and I watched him longingly. He smiled widely, exposing his white, perfect teeth and his sexy lips that curled up deviously. He nuzzled my nose with his own, his lips like gentle whispers against my cheek. My long legs wrapped around his narrow hips, holding him close and firm against me. I was no longer weak; I could easily break away from the hold he had on me. I could easily use my shield to control the situation, to take control.
But I didn't want to break away and I didn't want control. I wanted to climb inside of him, to know him from the inside out.
He rose up on one arm, the disarming look on his face surprising me. "You are beautiful, vackra," Stefan whispered. Reverent hands worshiped my skin, his truthful admission hanging in the air between us. "This…this is the beginning of forever."
My brow furrowed at the brutal, honest truth of it...and at the words I wanted to reassure him with. I wanted to let him know I loved him and that I trusted him, but I couldn't find the words. Instead of speaking, I flooded our bond with those heartfelt emotions. I smiled and relaxed, letting his strong hands restrain me and watch with inquisitive eyes as he smiled drunkenly at my outpouring of adoration.
"'Yes," I sighed breathlessly. When his lips captured mine and his hips brutally bucked against me, the electricity between us only increased. His hard cock pressed against my stomach, making his need known. "Stefan..." My voice sounded desperate, pleading.
"Vackra," he groaned, dropping his forehead to mine. "I feel it as well."
It was absolutely impossible to fight that devastating feeling of wanting to consume each other. It was a tidal wave of emotion, want, and need. I had no frame of reference to compare it to; the closest would be a magnet was drawing us together. The feeling made everything else around us insignificant, fading into the mundane background. There was no warning when the desire for one another would overtake us. More than once we had we lost ourselves in an airplane bathroom, a darkened limo, or even at the Carriage House. We were powerless against it. It would be unnerving if it weren’t so honest and pure.
"Stefan," I whimpered, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, only to pull away needlessly breathless. "Promise me you won't stop…ever. I can't lose this…us."
"Never. I would rather die." He shook his head and his honesty plunged us headfirst into passion. To turn back now, despite the threats that loomed around each corner, what secrets needed to be discovered, would physically tear us apart. It would wreck us both to stop the roller coaster of lust and love that had immobilized us. We needed each other more than air, more than blood.
I couldn't find it in me to be apologetic when his impatient fingers ripped and tore at our remaining clothes, when skin finally met skin, and when the sigh of perfect contentment ghosted across my face as he sank as deeply as he could inside of me, joining us as one. One of his long, muscular arms held me tight to him while the other braced the wall. My head fell to his shoulder and I glanced between us. It was difficult to tell with our immortal flesh where one of us ended and the other began, with our hips and legs pressed so tightly together.
Leaving wet mouthed kisses up his neck, I only pulled away to meet his stare. I loved the tousle of his golden, sex-wrecked hair, the gleam of his obsidian eyes, the kiss-bruised lips, and the heat of his breath over my flesh. "I want more," I groaned hoarsely. I was overcome with the feel of him inside of me, surrounding me, caging me against the wall with his powerful body.
"You have become insatiable," Stefan murmured seductively. His muscles rolled smoothly under his pale flesh as he drove into me. "I love it."
Slipping his fingers into my hair at the nape of my neck, he gripped hard, letting me know that this would not be gentle, that he needed hard, fast and deep. Using the wall and his shoulders, I braced myself, crying out his name when he began a deep, thrusting pace. Stefan’s lips roved down my neck, roughly sucking my flesh into his mouth as he continued to take me against the wall.
I couldn't help the long, low growl I released; nor could I stop myself from clenching rhythmically around him. It was when his fangs grazed along my jaw at the same time his velvet voice purred, "Mine," that I completely shattered, totally forgetting everything but the feeling of being wrapped in his arms and the pleasant, boneless sensation that spread over me.
He wasn't far behind me. His head fell back and the roar he released vibrated through our joined bodies. His arm tightened around me and my fingernails sunk into his shoulders, leaving behind tiny crescents.
Stefan offered a hoarse laugh as his lips brushed over mine. “How is it that you manage to destroy me?”
His handsome face was relaxed, the tiny worry lines smoothed away. Wrapping myself around him, I locked my feet around his hips. Affectionately, I nudged my nose against his. “It seems like we both have the same problem.”
He raised a single blond eyebrow as his hands cupped my ass. He carried me into our bedroom and we fell to the bed in a tumble of arms and legs. I managed to right myself and I sat up, my hands twisting nervously in my lap.
Stefan silently watched me, his mind probing mine. He knew what I wanted but was waiting for me to voice my request. Drawing in an unnecessary breath, I blurted it out before I lost my nerve. "I want to go home."
Stefan blinked twice and his blue eyes looked confused. "You are home. Our home."
"No. I want to look through my uncle's belongings. The last time..." My voice broke and I looked away. "I was mourning and didn't pay attention or know what to look for. I may have missed important things…”
His index finger slipped over my lips before I could say more.
"Only mental talk. Follow my lead." His voice rang clearly in my mind. He dropped his finger and traced my lips with the tip. "Then we go. We tell no one our exact destination. We fly into the biggest airport and drive. We will hide in plain sight."
