Dalakis Passion 3 - Stefan's Salvation (17 page)

her breast to her sex. Her panties were damp as her pussy began to weep with desire.
Her inner muscles clenched hard, wanting, needing him inside her. But not yet.
His hands were warm on her hips as he rubbed circles on her stomach with his
thumbs. He continued to tease her breasts, circling the swollen areolas with his tongue.
She could feel the weight of his hands on her torso, feel the heat of his big body next to
hers in sharp contrast to the cool breeze at her back. All her senses felt heightened in the
dark of the night.
Shifting his hands higher, he cupped her breasts in his palms, his thumbs skimming
lightly over the engorged nubs. Moaning, she shifted closer to him. She could feel his
lips forming into a smile as he once again covered her nipple with his mouth and
sucked hard. Her entire body jerked with desire as she shifted from one leg to the other,
trying to ease the ache between her thighs.
"Stefan." The throaty whisper was a plea and a demand, but for what, she wasn't
quite sure.
One strong arm wrapped around her waist, supporting her as she stood. With his
mouth still suckling her breast, he slid the other hand down over her tummy. She
sucked in a breath, but he didn't stop. His fingers pushed past the band of her cotton
panties, sifted through the soft hair at the apex of her thighs and stroked over her
heated flesh. She widened her stance as he pushed two fingers deep inside her.
"You're so wet and ready, my sweet." She could hear the pleasure in his voice, but
couldn't find the words to answer him. Instead, she arched her hips toward him,
wanting him even deeper.
He laughed and flicked her nipple with his tongue. "Such a hot, wet pussy. And all
for me."
Laurel Rose whimpered as he almost withdrew his fingers before driving them
back inside her. Her vaginal muscles clamped down hard. The sensations battering her
were overwhelming. The contrast between the warmth of their bodies and the cool
night air, the hard thrust of his fingers into her soft heat and his hot mouth on her
swollen nipple were nearly too much for her.
He thrust his fingers deep into her pussy and his palm slid over her engorged
clitoris. Completion washed over her. Only his strong arm banded around her kept her
from crumpling to the ground. Her hips jerked and she cried out as spasms of pleasure
consumed her.
She almost begged him to stop, the sensations were so overwhelming. But all she
could manage to do was groan when he finally withdrew his hand from her panties. He
lifted her straight into his lap so that her knees were on either side of his hips and
pushed her still-pulsing mound against his rock-hard, jeans-covered cock. His arousal
stimulated her and she pushed her wet panties against it, rubbing her sex over his
swollen shaft in an attempt to ease the ache that still throbbed inside her.
Stefan hissed though his teeth as he dug his fingers into her hips, holding her still.
Staring at him through hooded eyes, she reveled in the desire she saw stamped on his
face. It still amazed her that this gorgeous man wanted her, but she had no doubts as to
the sincerity and depth of his need.
He looked savage in the moonlight. Like some pagan god come to life. Massive and
powerful, there was no doubt he could seize whatever he wanted, but Laurel Rose
knew that he would not take what she did not freely give.
His green eyes were tinged with red as he stared at her, reminding her that he was
indeed very different from her. Sitting all but naked in his lap while he was still fully
dressed, Laurel Rose should have felt awkward. But the emotion filling her was desire
and something else that she was very afraid was love.
The overwhelming sensation seemed to burst from deep within her and she knew
then that she was lying to herself if she believed that desire and caring were all she felt
for this man. Stefan was a creature like no other she could ever imagine. But man or
vampire or both, she loved him with her entire being.
She leaned closer to him, yearning to kiss him, but he stopped her, holding her
away from him. There was nothing soft in his gaze as he stared at her. Hard with lust,
his eyes glowed an eerie red. "You know what I am?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"If you accept me now, there is no going back." She could feel the force of his will
lashing at her, warning her that he would not release her. Ever. Muscles bunched and
rippled beneath her hands as she rested them against his chest. She could feel the hard
thrust of his cock against her pussy. Power radiated from every inch of his body,
surrounding them.
She smiled softly and offered him everything. "I know." And she did know. Fate or
destiny or chance, Laurel Rose couldn't say. But she did know that, for better or for
worse, no matter what obstacles stood between them, this was her man.
Chapter Seventeen
Her soft words echoed in his head like the answer to a prayer, or perhaps a dream.
But the soft, willing woman in his arms was no apparition. Flesh and blood, she was
offering him everything he'd always wanted. He vowed then that whatever her choice,
he would accept it. He would live out a human life with her and die at the end of her
days if that was what she wanted.
What he really wanted was what his brothers had. He had a desperate need for a
mate who would be by his side for eternity. But he would not force her to make any
immediate decisions. For now, it was enough that he'd found her and she wanted him.
His cock throbbed, urging him to plunge into her hot depths and slake his lust for
her. His fangs lengthened and the beast within him demanded that he satisfy his
craving for her.
Lifting her from his lap, he stood her in front of him. "Take off your panties." Her
hands were shaking as she hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband and began the
slow, torturous task of inching the white cotton fabric down her hips. The sweet scent of
her arousal filled his nostrils and he knew the shivers that coursed through her body
were a combination of arousal, excitement, fear and the chill of the night air.
He licked his lips as she pushed her panties down her thighs, revealing the soft,
damp hair of her sex. When she kicked them away, she was totally naked. If he had it
his way, he'd keep her like that for at least the next two years, maybe longer. He didn't
think he'd ever get enough of his Laurel Rose.
Planting his feet on the ground to keep the swing steady, he held out his hand to
her. "Step up." He could sense her confusion. "I want to fuck you, but I need to taste
you first."
Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. He could see the interest in her eyes as
she finally clasped her fingers around his and allowed him to help her. Cautiously, she
stepped up onto the wooden bench of the swing so that her legs were spread wide and
one foot rested on either side of his hips.
His hands clasped her hips, holding her securely. "Reach up and grasp the top of
the swing." Gingerly she reached up and gripped the wooden beam in her hands.
"That's it," he murmured encouragingly. "Hold tight and don't let go."
Tipping his head back, he drank in the sight of her. Her fingers were wrapped
around the beam, clutching it convulsively as if uncertain. Then her grip tightened,
turning her knuckles white. Her acquiescence pleased him.
Her long, slender arms were raised above her, thrusting her breasts forward. Her
nipples were hard, red nubs and he knew that the slight night breeze would arouse her
further, causing them to pucker and constrict even more. Her slender ribcage made her
seem fragile, but Stefan knew that her backbone was pure steel. While his gaze drifted
lower over the gentle slope of her hips, he groaned as the pressure of his cock against
his jeans became painful. With her feet spread wide on the seat of the swing, her pussy
was perfectly situated in front of his face.
Reaching down, he undid the button of his jeans and carefully unzipped it over his
pulsing erection. Since he wasn't wearing any underwear, his cock jumped free,
straining upward, trying to reach her. He shifted slightly so that his testicles no longer
felt crushed. Pre-cum was seeping from the swollen head of his cock and he knew he
wouldn't last long. But he would last long enough to sample the feast spread in front of
him.
Not bothering to unbutton his shirt, he dragged it over his head and tossed it aside,
careful to keep the swing steady as he did so. The breeze felt good against his skin.
Wrapping his hands around her slender ankles, he slid them up the backs of her legs,
caressing the long, lean muscles as he moved upward behind her knees and over her
thighs until he was cupping the firm globes of her ass.
Squeezing, he massaged the soft, supple flesh of her behind. She had a great ass.
Someday, he wanted to fuck it. She would be so tight, it would be incredible. Dipping
one of his fingers into her pussy, he lubricated it with her cum before going back to the
puckered hole of her behind. He sensed her tension as he gently traced the edges of the
entrance before inserting the tip of his finger inside.
"Stefan," she gasped as she swayed forward, trying to escape him. But his upper
body was in front of her and there was nowhere for her to go.
"Shhh, my sweet." He pushed his finger a fraction deeper and gritted his teeth as
his cock throbbed in time to the muscles of her ass that clamped down hard on his
finger. "Someday, I want to fuck your beautiful ass." His blunt words startled her and
he took advantage of her distraction to push his finger even deeper, burying it more
than halfway inside her.
He stroked his thumb over the folds of her pussy and it was immediately soaked
with her juices. His Laurel Rose was aroused by the idea of him taking her in that way.
Leaning forward, he traced the outline of her bellybutton before dipping his tongue
inside. Her stomach muscles clenched as he pushed his finger all the way inside her
sweet ass.
"Stefan," she gasped. Her breath was coming in short, hard pants now. "I don't
know how much longer I can stand like this."
Cursing himself for forgetting her bad leg, he slowly withdrew his finger although
what he really wanted to do was to insert a second one and stretch her wider, making
her ready to take his cock.
Later
, he assured himself. They had forever to do those
things. Right now, he needed to concentrate on Laurel Rose's pleasure.
Gripping her hips tight to support her, he placed a quick kiss on her stomach.
"Forgive me, my sweet." Knowing that time was running short for both of them, he slid
his thumbs over the slick folds of her pussy, spreading her wide for him to see. The
night was bright from the glow of the almost full moon but Stefan didn't need it to see
her. The folds of her cunt were pink and wet with her cream. Her swollen clit was
peeking out of its hood, begging for attention. And her scent...it was intoxicating. He
could almost come by just smelling her.
Leaning forward, he flicked at the red nub of her clit with his tongue. Laurel Rose
moaned and pushed her hips forward. Sliding lower in the seat, he buried his face in
her pussy, lapping at the cream that coated her lush folds. Up one side and down the
other, there was no part of her left untouched by him. Her sweet cries filled the air.
In spite of the cool breeze, he could feel a light sheen of sweat on his body. His
testicles drew up tight and he gritted his teeth, trying to focus his thoughts on
something else, anything but the incredibly giving woman crying out her pleasure into
the night. He was so close to coming, it would take very little to drive him over the edge
and he was determined to pleasure her again before he took her.
Without warning, he plunged two of his long, thick fingers inside her body. Her
vaginal muscles squeezed them hard and tight. Capturing her clit carefully between his
teeth, he flicked it with his tongue as he pulled his fingers back and thrust them
forward again into her heated depths. Once. Twice. On the third thrust, she came.
Gripping her from behind with his free arm, he continued to work her with his
fingers and mouth as she convulsed. When her legs buckled, he quickly withdrew his
fingers from her and held her in both arms. But he continued to lap at her with his
tongue until she released her grip on the beam over her head and all but crumpled into
his lap. Catching her easily, he cradled her in his lap as spasms continued to shake her
body.
Laurel Rose could hardly breathe as she lay against Stefan's chest. Aftershocks of
pleasure rocked her and she shivered. Goose bumps covered her flesh and she was glad
when his arms tightened around her, sharing his warmth and comfort with her. She
could feel his lips gently kiss the top of her head.
She couldn't believe what they'd just done. The old Laurel Rose of just a week ago
could never have imagined standing naked on a swing while her lover pleasured her
with his mouth and his hands. But since meeting Stefan, everything had changed.
Suddenly, there was nothing that she didn't want to do with him. She wanted to try
anything and experience everything. But only with him.
She could feel her face heating at the mere memory of what he'd done to her
behind. The shock of having him insert his finger in her ass was both disconcerting and
arousing. She'd never imagined having a man do something like that to her. And when
he bluntly told her that he wanted to fuck her ass, a bolt of desire had shot through her.
She wanted to try that too. Eventually.
He shifted her in his arms so that she was facing him, kneeling over his lap with her
legs on either side of his hips. She knew it was time. He said nothing as he guided her
hips with his hand. She leaned forward, spreading her legs wider to give him better
access. His growl of approval was like a physical caress.
She felt the blunt head of his erection against her opening as he inserted just the tip
inside. Suddenly, he surged upward as he pulled her hips down toward him, burying
his cock to the hilt inside her in one single stroke. Laurel Rose tipped back her head and
gasped for breath. He was so hard and big inside her, stretching her already swollen
and tender pussy. She squirmed to try and get more comfortable. Stefan's hands