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A strangled whimper escaped him as he pressed further into me, turning his head to kiss me. There was no preamble for this kiss; it was desperate, loving, and full of the things that words couldn’t say because what we shared...it was deeper than spoken feelings. Skimming my hands down his back, I wrapped my legs around his hips and wound myself around him. A low growl rumbled out of me when his hard cock slid erotically over my wet, swollen folds.
My mind met his. "Be gentle later. I just need to feel every inch of you, Stefan. Vänligen älska med mig."
I wasn’t playing fair. I was using his own words against him.
He didn’t bite. In fact, he disentangled himself from my arms and legs until he was between my parted thighs.
“Stefan…this isn’t what I meant.” I moaned wantonly, my hips rising against him.
I felt his smile against my hipbone, but he merely dragged his tongue over my navel and grazed his lips long the crease of my leg.
"Ah, vackra..." he started, but then paused long enough to open my legs wider and lick me from one end to the other, making sure to swirl the tip of his tongue around my clit teasingly. "I could spend hours between your legs."
Another blanket disintegrated under my clasping hands as he licked again, not bothering to wait for my answer. Not that I could manage much more than a harsh moan. A handful of cotton fluttered to the ground beside of me as my fingers laced in his golden hair.
Stefan was moving slowly, his tongue languid and wet against my pussy. Gripping him harder, I wanted to grind against him as I chased my next orgasm.
Again, I felt another smile against me, and warm breath from his mouth rushed across my swollen clit. "Open wider for me, Josephine. I know what you want to do. Do it...fuck my face."
I didn't have to be told twice. My hips jutted hard against his mouth as he licked, sucked, nipped, causing a growl of satisfaction to erupt out of me at finally getting the friction, the feeling that I needed. His hands had given up holding me down. They slipped under my legs and traveled up to my breasts, his rough hand palming them, squeezing and rolling my nipples between his fingertips.
Not able to articulate what I needed, or even if I knew what I needed, only his name came from my mouth. My back arched, and I continued to grip his hair while my other hand sought out something else. A large, warm, gentle hand engulfed mine, linking our fingers together. The contradiction that was Stefan growled low and feral against my folds, but his thumb made soothing circles on the skin of my hand and I shattered into a million pieces.
He gave my clit one more kiss before looming up over me. His long fingers swiped at his mouth, slinging the moisture away before his mouth descended upon mine. Something about that drove me absolutely wild, and I accepted his kisses hungrily. It was masculine and sexy, and I moaned shamelessly. But it also meant that my arousal covered him. I could smell it on his skin, taste it on his tongue. My shield wrapped hungrily around him, pulling him closer.
"That is one, vackra," he pointed out, his forehead dropping down to mine as he braced over me. "You owe more than that, yes?"
He was strength and possession, predator and protector, love and want all rolled into one beautiful, angelic creature. My hands had to touch him, slip up his chest, over his shoulder, and around to the back of his neck to pull and tug him closer.
"I want another from you," he stated, almost sounding harsh, but he softened it all with a sweet sweep of his lips across my own. "I cannot promise to be gentle," he warned, begging me with his eyes to understand when he suddenly sheathed himself fully inside of me.
"Oh fuck...yes!" I hissed, my head pressing back into the pillows beneath me.
"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he drove into me.
Every sensation that my mind registered, he countered it again and again. He buried his face into my neck, the bond completely open between us. His mind was filled with thoughts about how good I felt, how tight I was, and how nothing was as good as this. My shield wavered around us, but I couldn't help but grip him with it and my hands, which caused the most delicious string of curses to push out into my ear.
"So good..." he panted, growling low when my hands gripped his ass, but my shield pressed down on his back. "You cannot hold me back forever."
Had I been coherent, I would've known what he was trying to say, and I might've laughed. But any humor I might've found evaporated with the next swiveling thrusts he gave me. I knew it felt like more than just one pair of hands on him, but as it was, I needed to see this unhinged Stefan come. Soon. And hard.
Fingernails raked down his strong, flexing back. My legs wrapped around his hips, and my voice urged him to come, because there was no way in hell I was able to hold my shield around us much longer.
"Stefan, I can't..." I sobbed, gazing up at him. "Please... You have to come..."
"Then let go. Let go, min gudinna," he chanted in a whisper against my lips, but his teeth dragged across my bottom lip. "Let it all go. But I need one more from you." As he said that, his hand slipped beneath my ass, lifting me up just enough so that he shifted inside of me, sliding deeper.
There was no holding back. Everything inside of me let go, my shield included. As the orgasm tore through my body from the tip of my toes to the top of my head, the ecstasy of its wake halted my lungs and froze my tight muscles in place.
"I could watch you come like this for days," he muttered, but his rhythm faltered. His breathing stopped, and with a few more thrusts, he came hard. His braced stance over me failed him, and he fell to his elbows instead. "My beloved," he whispered breathlessly against my lips as my whole body was wracked with an earth-shattering shiver.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I chanted, feeling his smile as he brushed my hair from my face. "I couldn't hold it... hell, I don't think I can get it back."
He snickered softly. "Shh, vackra. It was perfect."
It was then that I chanced a look at his face. The dark mask of need was gone, and in its place was smug but very happy and sated Stefan.
I groaned. "You wanted to fuck the shield out of me?"
