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Stefan's satisfaction was palpable in the bond. He'd broken me again intentionally. And I'd willingly surrender to him a million times to feel this blinding completion, this all-consuming pleasure.
My inner thoughts crushed him and he exploded inside of me, his yell of gratification echoing through the house.
Sated and boneless, I slumped against him. His massive arms crushed me against the solid wall of his chest. We said nothing, our minds filled with only thoughts of love and pleasure.
"You know they will be furious with us," Stefan murmured. His fingers traced along the curve of my spine, his breath warm against my hair and scalp. His mind was filled with visions of Lukas stomping around the room and Anna's loud voice rattling off a list of her complaints due to being left out of the ceremony.
I shifted slightly and rested my chin over his silent heart. Raising an eyebrow, I pursed my lips. "This was for us. They'll get over it, Stefan."
He smiled and his chiseled face beamed as if lit from within. "They will, Mrs. Lifsten."
Closing my eyes, I savored the sound of those words in his lilting, deep voice. "Say it again."
“Mrs. Lifsten?” Stefan asked happily. “I never thought I would utter those words. Only for you.”
I studied his face for a moment in the fading light from the fire. "Nothing will separate us. When Kian decides to scurry out from whatever hole he's hiding in, he'll have to deal with me. He almost killed you in the explosion and…"
His finger pressed over my lips, effectively cutting off my tirade. "Vackra, let us not talk about this now. I want to enjoy this night. I have waited almost 1,000 years to marry you. Now you are my mate in every way possible: body, blood, love, and in the eyes of the human world."
His words stopped my building anger, replacing it with the depth of his love for me. His fingertip traced over my lips. "It is not everyday one meets the other half of their soul."
"Den andra halvan av sin själ." I murmured, repeating the last of his words in Swedish. How often in life were you lucky enough to meet someone that you loved more than your own life, that completed your heart with their essence? He was the other half of my soul, so intertwined I didn't know where he began and I ended.
"Yes." He nodded in agreement. His blue eyes were liquid, rimmed in pink. "Let us go to bed. I am no where close to being finished with you."
In a dizzying blur, he leapt from the floor with me wrapped securely in his arms. It seems he wasn't willing to let me go for a second.
“I am not willing to risk it. I have waited too long for you…for this moment.”
Those were the last words that were spoken the rest of the night.
Chapter 6 - Keeping Secrets on My Pillow
We sat in a comfortable silence as the sun set slowly beyond the horizon. Wrapped in Stefan's embrace, we barely left any space between us. Each moment, my frustration at spending another day fruitlessly searching for journals grew, as did the growing unpredictability of my shield. In a fit of anger, my mind alone had shattered a window and broken a table.
And Stefan has been stoically supportive. He had kissed me lovingly and without a complaint had arranged for the window to be replaced. I envied his 1,000 year old patience.
Even though I'd never admit it, I was going stir crazy. We'd been secluded in my childhood home for three days, only venturing into the surrounding woods to explore when the walls felt like they were closing in on me.
His lilting voice was quiet, content with reading my thoughts. "You are doing beautifully. You are a newborn, yet you exhibit the control of an immortal much older. Remember that when you grow frustrated, vackra."
I snorted humorlessly, but placed a kiss on his neck at his supportive words. "Tell that to the table and the window."
"Each time I saw your frustration building. I helped you direct it towards those things instead of the house. A window and table can be replaced without curiosity being raised. If you had destroyed this house...that would have been troublesome." He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead.
Sighing, l pressed myself against his broad chest and snuggled into the familiar strong arms that held me. Even though our minds were basically open books to one another, Stefan had the advantage over me. His age and strength aided him to shield portions of his mind, withholding the things he didn't want me to know. He'd still not fully explained what had happened the day of the explosion.
Gripping his t-shirt in my fingers, I plunged in. "Tell me what happened at the Carriage House."
His entire body tensed against me. The bond between us grew strained and his mind became even more guarded. "There was an explosion. You know this."
Pursing my lips, I tried another tactic. "You keep stalling and putting me off. You told me that there shouldn’t be secrets between us. Please tell me what happened with you that day. Stefan, I almost lost you."
I could almost picture wall after wall in his mind sliding into place, shutting me off from his memories. He was struggling to keep his emotions balanced for me. Guilt flooded me; I knew the strain my instability was placing on him.
"I will admit a new vampire with no true ability is easy to manage. Anna has been effortless. Lukas felt free upon his change and claims to have no ability, yet he has what I consider to be a mental talent. Call it a sixth sense; he has what he calls "hunches"." His fingers traced soothing trails up and down my arms. "But you...you are amazing. It is taxing at times, yet I love the challenge of not predicting your next move. It's equally frustrating and fascinating."
Stefan was still unable to predict my future. He could see muddled images but it wasn’t enough and the lack of foresight to keep him on his toes. The only advantage he had was my mind and the bond. It kept him alert to my moods and hunger.
