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Before I had a chance to come down from my high, I found myself planted at the head of the bed, Stefan crawling over me like a large, sleek cat.
"You are perfection," he crooned, his tongue traveling over the length of my neck. "To hear you cry out my name is something I will never tire of hearing." He dropped a deep, toe-curling kiss to my mouth, his teeth tugging at my lips. "I want to feel you. All of you."
His lips met mine again, and I lost myself to my own flavor and the sweet taste of his tongue. The edge was gone, but my moment was far from over. I could feel it in my chest, the grip of my hands as I pulled at his broad, strong back, and the twist of my stomach when his hips pushed forward, gliding his cock through what seemed my never-ending wetness.
Stefan lowered himself just a little, allowing a bit more of his weight to lie against me. His cock was hard, heavy as he continued to grind between my folds, but when he slipped just inside of me, he stopped.
Holding himself as still as a statue, he gazed down at me. He was wearing a mixture of emotions all over his face…longing, reverence, possessiveness, and tenderness. The most beautiful of smiles curled at the corners of his mouth. "Beautiful, Josephine. Now… Now, I can take my time with you…"
With that, he slipped slowly inside of me, filling me and taking away the ability to think. The whole world could've ended, and we'd never have known it. The feeling of him inside if me made me want to rip the bed apart with my clenching hands. Knowing I could easily do that now made it that much more exciting.
He flipped me to my stomach. Possessive hands pushed my breasts to the bed and pulled my ass higher, his fingertips drifting over the small of my back and curve of my cheeks.
"If you could see yourself like this...."Stefan growled. He slammed into me, his cock filling me completely. All I could feel was his hips meeting the curve of my ass. He was relentless, pounding into me until all I could do was meet his thrusts with abandon. I was truly his equal and there was no need for him to be gentle.
"Stefan...harder!"
His fingers tightened on my ass. "How much more do you want?"
"Make me forget it all...make me only think of you…" I buried my head into the bed and the mattress muffled my cry. The sound was keening and filled with desperation.
His answering growl rattled deep in his chest. My hips rolled back to meet every deep plunge and I felt myself tightening around him, my inner walls pulsing around him. Tumbling into ecstasy, my nails ripped into the heavy sheet covering my bed. I heard the bed groan ominously under the force of our lovemaking as Stefan inched near his own climax.
“Knulla! Du är för jävla perfekt!!” His fingertips dug into my flesh as his hips thrust erratically. His orgasm was loud and powerful, his body crumpling over me, his heavy breath fanning over my shoulders. For the first time, he made no effort to move. He let me accept the comforting weight of his powerful frame as we laid in the silence of my old bedroom.
He withdrew and I immediately missed the connection, reeling at the emptiness I felt. He rolled to my side and pulled me against him. My fingers absently traced patterns over his chest.
“Thank you,” I whispered. I snuck a glance up at him through my eyelashes. “You’ve stood by me through everything. You’ve never faltered once…and tonight…tonight you knew what I needed and you took care of me again. I’m afraid I’ll never be able to live up to that.”
His stunningly sculpted face was peaceful. His fingertips brushed my hair back from my forehead and the back of his hand swept down my cheek reverently. “You never have to thank me for loving you. There is nothing I would not do for you.”
I heard the truth ringing clear in his words. “Stefan?”
He chuckled softly and leaned closer, his lips against my temple. “Ask.”
“We’re going to be safe, right? I hate being scared.” My voice cracked. “Even if it’s a lie, just tell me we’ll be alright and I’ll believe you.”
His mouth smiled against my skin. “We will be fine. I promise you.”
The bond between us hummed and I detected no deception in his words. He honestly believed that everything would work out. He’d move heaven and hell to keep that promise.
“Sleep, vackra.” His gentle command was the last thing I remembered as my eyes lost their struggle to stay awake.
***
"You were watching me again," he accused lightly. He hadn't looked up from his chore. He was crouched down, sorting through yet another chest tucked away in the attic. His tight t-shirt stretched across the firm muscles of his back and his faded jeans clung to his powerful thighs. "Since I have met you, I have spent more times sorting through boxes and books. It is bordering on becoming a bit of a joke. Your non stop eye fucking me is not helping matters."
"I can't help it," I answered guiltily. I bit my lip, pausing. "Stop looking so irresistibly sexy and I won't stare so much."
He snickered under his breath and rose to his full height. He slid his hands in his pockets. "I found nothing of interest. What are we missing?"
I knew by his racing thoughts that the question was more of a musing. He was growing frustrated. He wasn’t used to not getting his way and it was showing.
"We'll find it. It has to be here." I reassured him, absently rubbing the front of my jeans pocket. Tucked safely away was the key from Garrett's book. We had to find the journals. Our past and future depended on it.
Turning back around to my box, I’d knelt back down and was digging when I heard his voice.
"You are convinced these journals will explain...our missing link?"
