Dalakis Passion 3 - Stefan's Salvation (20 page)

She should have been terrified and repulsed. But it was arousal that surged through
her body, need that pulsed through her soul. This was her man. There would never be
another man for her. Nothing mattered but that. She embraced his differences,
accepting them as he accepted hers. She tilted her neck to one side, offering herself to
him.
Stefan closed his eyes and a hard shudder racked his big body. His hand tightened
briefly on her neck before he raised the other and began to brush her hair once again.
This time the bristles stroked down the side of her neck, making her shiver with
arousal.
He slid both hands over her collarbone as he slowly pushed back the fabric of her
robe until her breasts were exposed. The tips of her breasts were puckered into tight
buds and looked much darker against the pale mounds of her breasts. "Just look at how
beautiful you are." The brush slid between her breasts, the soft bristles gliding over her
sensitive skin.
Stifling a groan, she eased her torso to the side, trying to bring the brush closer to
her breast, needing to feel the hard brush of bristles against it. Stefan's eye's gleamed
with satisfaction, staring back at her from the mirror, as he slowly dragged the brush
around her breasts in a figure eight motion, coming close to, but never touching, the
tips.
"Stefan." An order or a plea, she wasn't sure, but it didn't matter. At her word, he
brought the brush across the peak of her breast. She cried out as the soft bristles
abraded her swollen nipple. Laurel Rose wiggled in her seat, trying to ease the ache
between her legs that just kept gaining in intensity with every touch.
"Again," she prompted. Stefan teased her breast once more before drawing the
bristles over the tip. "Oh, God," she moaned, feeling each individual bristle as it
stimulated the swollen nub. Her hips arched forward with each stroke.
"Widen your legs and hook your feet around the sides of the chair." Laurel Rose
did as he asked, spreading her legs wide. It made her ache even more.
His hand wrapped around the end of her belt and he gave it a long, slow tug. The
belt loosened and the fabric fell away as he pushed both hands down her torso and
belly. The bristles brushed her skin as he moved lower.
"Scoot your ass to the edge of the chair." The motion left her sex totally exposed as
he pushed the last fold of the robe out of his way. "Now look at yourself. See what I
see."
The woman in the mirror was her, yet not her. Wanton and sexy, she perched on
the edge of the chair with her legs wide open. Her pubic hair and upper thighs were
damp with her cream and glistened in the candlelight. She was still wearing her robe. It
covered her arms, framing her body. Her skin was flushed and her breasts rose and fell
with every deep breath she took. Her nipples were tight and red, begging to be touched
or tasted and she arched her back slightly toward him.
Her hair hung down behind her in a curtain of black. In the candlelight, her eyes
appeared even darker and almost mysterious. The thought made her smile slightly,
turning up the corners of her lips. She licked them and watched her tongue in the
mirror as it traced the plump folds.
Her eyes flew to Stefan as a low growl came from deep in his throat. "You are so
damned sexy." Splaying one hand over her stomach, he held her in place as he lowered
the hand that still clutched the brush.
His fingers were white where they were wrapped around the handle. Laurel Rose
was pleased at this sign of his growing desire. Stefan had been too controlled these last
few days and she was determined to make him as wild and out of control as he made
her. Fair was fair.
Stefan drew the brush over her pubic hair. The sensation was strange but arousing,
and she squirmed on the seat. Leaning over her, he skimmed the bristles down her
inner thigh and back up again. Then he did the same with the other leg. The slight
prickle of the bristles massaging her skin was unbearably arousing. Her breathing
deepened, making her chest rise and fall in an almost hypnotic rhythm. The dampness
between her thighs grew as cream continued to pulse from her core.
"Stefan," she moaned.
He kept his gaze locked on hers in the mirror as he dipped the brush between her
thighs and drew it up one side of her swollen folds and down the other. Laurel Rose
gripped the sides of the chair, her fingers digging into the wood. She tilted her head
back and closed her eyes as she panted for air.
"Look at me." His voice compelled her to obey. Her head fell forward, almost too
heavy for her to hold upright. Desire thrummed through her veins. She was so very
close.
This time he skimmed the brush straight over her core, the bristles lightly caressing
her swollen clitoris. Laurel Rose cried out and pushed her hips forward. His free hand
cupped her left breast and he gently squeezed her nipple between his thumb and
forefinger. He drew the brush over her sex again and again, varying the pressure each
time.
His eyes gleamed in the mirror as he continued to tease and torment her, keeping
her on the edge of completion until she thought she'd go mad. As he nuzzled her neck,
she felt his sharp teeth scrap against her skin. The sensation shot straight to her sex and
this time when the bristles stroked over her clit, she came.
Her entire body clenched hard and shook. She wanted to look away from the
mirror, but couldn't. Stefan held her prisoner with his eyes. His teeth gleamed as he
nipped at her neck and his fingers tightened around her nipple as she continued to
convulse with pleasure.
When she started to slide down in the chair, he dropped the brush. It clattered to
the floor, forgotten. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he buried his face in her hair
and inhaled deeply. His fingers clenched against her stomach.
As amazing as her orgasm had been, it wasn't enough. Instead of fulfilling her, it
left her feeling even emptier than before. She wanted--no, needed--to feel Stefan inside
her. Wanted his hands gripping her hips as he drove himself deep within her. She
wanted that closeness, that feeling of completion that came with loving him.
Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward, pulling away from him. She sensed his
reluctance to release her, but his arms slipped away from her. Laurel Rose shrugged her
shoulders. The fabric of her robe clung to her skin for the briefest of seconds before
slipping down her back and arms, pooling itself around the chair. Shaking the robe
from her hands, she removed the last barrier of her clothing.
Stefan dragged in a deep breath and stepped back from the chair. Yanking his T-
shirt over his head, he dropped it to the floor. His gaze devoured her, searing her skin
with the heat of his desire. "It is time."
The rich tone of his voice touched her deep inside. It was time. Time to claim him as
thoroughly as he had claimed her. Slowly, she inclined her head in agreement.
Chapter Twenty
Stefan offered her his hand and when she wrapped her fingers around his, he drew
her up from the seat. Shoving the chair out of the way, he turned her so that she was
facing away from him again. Once again, she was struck by his sheer size as he stood
behind her.
His hands pushed her hair out of her face, his fingers sifting through the long
strands as he pulled them over her shoulders. Cupping her cheek with one hand, he
traced her bottom lip with his thumb. Unable to resist, she licked at the tip of his thumb
before drawing it into her mouth.
Murmuring his encouragement, he shifted closer to her. She could feel the stiff
fabric of his jeans and the hard, swollen length of him digging into her back. Splaying
one hand over her belly, he pulled her closer as he ground his erection into her.
Sucking his thumb deeper into her mouth, she licked at the base where it joined his
hand. As she pulled her head back, she gently scraped her teeth over the sides. Giving it
one final lick, she released it.
Stefan lowered his hand to her breast and rubbed his moist thumb over the tip,
coating the puckered nub until it was wet. Laurel Rose shivered as he kissed the nape of
her neck and continued on down her spine. His hands skimmed over her sides and her
hips as he lowered himself to a kneeling position behind her. He continued to place
wet, hot kisses over her spine until he reached the base. His tongue dipped into the
dimples of her behind.

She could no longer see his reflection in the mirror. All she could do was feel. Her
entire body quivered with desire. What would he do?
Stefan inhaled, drawing the essence of Laurel Rose deep into his lungs. Every
breath was a struggle for control. His cock would surely explode if he didn't fuck her
soon. But first he wanted to taste her, wanted to hear her scream his name as she came,
wanted to brand her with his mouth and with his body. He wanted the entire world to
know she belonged to him.
Growling, he ripped open the front of his jeans and allowed his cock to spring free.
The head was wet and his shaft swollen and ready. His balls were drawn so tight and
were so full, he knew he wouldn't last long. But, damn, he had to taste his woman first.
Gripping her in his hands, he tested the plumpness of her ass. Firm and full, she
filled his hands to perfection. He nipped at her bottom, loving the way she squirmed
with desire. He could smell her growing need. It was intoxicating.
Parting the globes of her behind with his fingers, he traced the puckered cleft with
his thumb. "Lean forward and brace yourself on the dresser." She immediately placed
both hands on the top of the old dresser, the motion bending her forward. "Now spread
your legs." Once again, there was no hesitation. She shifted her stance, widening it.
Stefan adjusted her position slightly until he had her exactly where he wanted her.
Totally naked, she was bent at the waist with her hands on the dresser. Her breasts
hung down in front of her body, gleaming white in the candlelight. Her legs were
spread apart, opening her sex totally for him. Kneeling behind her, there was no part of
her he couldn't see, couldn't touch.
"Perfect. Now don't move." He could hear her breathy gasps in the quiet of the
room, smell her desire, feel the wetness against his fingers as he stroked a path from her
ass to her slit.
Leaning closer, he blew on her heated flesh. She jerked in response and then
moaned. Nuzzling her sex, he lapped at the slick folds with his tongue. She tasted salty
and sweet and so damned good. He traced a path around her pussy, tasting and
caressing every delectable inch of it. He circled her swollen clit with his tongue, only
touching it when she cried out his name. Sucking it between his lips, he flicked it with
his tongue. Her juices flowed from her body, coating his face. He licked his lips as he sat
back on his heels.
Dipping his fingers into her cunt, he coated them with her juices. Her inner muscles
gripped him tight and she gave a cry of dismay as he pulled his hand away from her.
He traced the swollen folds of her pussy and his hand was wet when he withdrew it.
"You are so hot for me. Aren't you, baby?"
"Yes," she moaned, pushing her bottom back against him.
Stroking the dark cleft of her behind, he inserted one wet finger into the puckered
hole of her ass. She flinched slightly but did not object. "Try and relax. Once you can
take my fingers, I'll be able to fuck that gorgeous ass whenever I want. It'll feel so damn
good for both of us."
It was his turn to groan when she pushed her ass back toward him, driving his
finger deeper. He could feel her body contracting and relaxing around him. Carefully,
he withdrew it almost all the way out before driving it deep once again. Pleasure tinged
her voice as she cried out again.
Using his other hand, he continued to stroke and pet her pussy. This time when he
eased his finger almost out of her ass, he added a second one, pushing them both deep.
Her breathing was harsh now and he could tell she was struggling with this new
invasion.
"I don't think I can take this." Laurel Rose tried to pull away, but he wouldn't allow
it. Clamping his hand over her pussy, he held her still as he pushed his fingers until
they were both buried deep. Her ass muscles clenched and released.
"Just try and relax." He began to stroke her pussy once again, slipping two fingers
into her swollen depths. Only a thin layer of skin separated the fingers in her ass from
the ones in her cunt. He could tell she was perched once again on that fine line between
pleasure and pain. It was time to tip the scales.
He withdrew his fingers and thrust them deep into her slit. She moaned and her
hips arched toward his fingers. Pleasure filled him as he stroked her clit before burying
his fingers deep once again. At the same time he thrust his fingers into her pussy, he
began to carefully withdraw the ones from her behind. The sensations were too much
for her and she came.
Sobbing and shaking, she coated his hands with her desire. Her ass and pussy
squeezed his fingers so tight he almost came himself. Gritting his teeth, he rode out her
orgasm to the end. When she was slumped against the dresser gasping for breath and
shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm, he carefully withdrew his fingers from her
body.
Standing behind her, he yanked off his boots and tossed them aside before hauling
off his jeans. Naked, he once again moved behind her. Now it was his turn.
Laurel Rose gasped for breath. What Stefan had done to her...well, it was beyond
anything she'd ever imagined. At first the sensation had been painful as she'd struggled
to take his fingers inside her in such an unfamiliar way. And even though her ass had
continued to burn, the pain had quickly turned to pleasure. But when he'd driven his
fingers into her pussy at the same time, it had taken her over the edge. She'd been
totally filled by him, yet she'd wanted more.
Her orgasm had been explosive, which amazed her, as it had followed so quickly
behind the last one. Slowly, she raised her head off the dresser and peered into the
mirror. Still bracing her hands on the top for support, she stared at Stefan as he stood
just off to the side. His cock was jutting out in front of him, the bulbous head red and
wet.
As she watched, he moved behind her. The heat from his chest and arms
surrounded Laurel Rose as he leaned over her. His hands covered hers where they
rested on the dresser, his body draping over hers as he inserted the tip of his cock into
her pussy. Flexing his hips, he didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt.
Both their bodies glistened with sweat. She could feel his heart pounding against
her back and knew that it matched the uneven, hard rhythm of her own. Biting her lip
against the growing pleasure, she pushed her behind toward him, trying to take him
even deeper.
"Now, Stefan. I need you now."
"You're mine." His deep growl made all the hairs on her body stand on end.
"Yes. And you're mine."
His eyes changed, the green swallowed up by a reddish glow. His fangs lengthened
and he straightened his spine, the motion driving him deeper than she ever imagined.
Splaying one hand over her stomach, he cupped one of her breasts with the other.
Then he began to fuck her. Hard. A bottle of lotion tipped off the edge of the dresser
and crashed to the floor. Some loose change and her keys rattled with every thrust. His
hips flexed as he slammed into her again and again. The slap of their damp skin echoed
throughout the room. Coupled with the sound of their groans and their gasps for
breath, it created an erotic music to accompany their mating dance.
Laurel Rose gripped the edge of the dresser for balance as each thrust sent her up
onto her toes. "Harder," she moaned. She tried to push back on each upward stroke,
wanting him as deep inside as she could get him.
Rolling her nipple in his fingers, he pinched it harder with each stroke. The hand on
her stomach shifted lower until his fingers were teasing her clit with every thrust. Her
entire body was alive with sensations. The fires of her desire were burning out of
control.
The last thrust took her right off her feet and sent her body into a screaming
orgasm. Every nerve ending felt alive. She could feel the hot spurt of his cum within
her. Her thighs quivered as her inner muscles clenched at his cock, milking him dry.
She moaned as he pushed even deeper, sending new spasms rocketing throughout her
body. Her chest heaved as she tried to suck air into her starving lungs. She would have
collapsed if Stefan hadn't held her in his arms.
He continued to pleasure her with his hands as he ground his cock into her, not yet
ready to release her. But she knew he wasn't finished yet. Lowering his head to the side
of her neck, he sank his teeth in deep. Like a hot knife through butter, he sliced through
her skin. His eyes met hers in the mirror as he fed from her, drawing nourishment and
strength from her blood.
Her body convulsed once again and Stefan smiled as he continued to drink from
her neck. The pleasure combined with the loss of blood was too much and Laurel Rose
felt the room begin to fade. She tried to cry out when she felt him withdrawing his
fangs and cock from her body, but what came out was more of a whimper. She didn't
want him to leave her.
"I will never leave you." His fierce growl comforted her as she felt her body being
scooped up into his arms. He held her so tightly she could hardly breathe, but she felt
utterly safe and secure. Stefan would watch over her until she was fully recovered.
Comforted by that thought, Laurel Rose allowed the exhaustion to overtake her. She
was still smiling when she felt herself drift off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-One
The sun was streaming through the window when Laurel Rose finally awoke. Her
hand automatically reached out, but it met nothing but empty bed. Stefan was long
gone. She had a vague memory of him waking her to kiss her goodbye just before
dawn. His hair had been damp and the smell of her lavender soap had wafted over her.
Obviously, he'd been up long enough to shower before heading out to the safety of his
truck. She'd never gotten around to asking him if there was some way to make her
bedroom safe for him to sleep in.
Burying her face in her pillow, she moaned as his scent tickled her nostrils. She'd
overslept. Again. Stefan was playing havoc with her work schedule, but a small smile
played around the corners of her mouth as she replayed last night in her mind. A shiver
skated down her spine at the memory.
They needed to talk. She'd been wanting to talk to him the last few days about what
the future held for them. But every time she tried to bring it up, he either changed the
subject, asked her a question about her life, or he distracted her with sex. Not that she
was complaining, but they had to talk about it eventually. Admittedly, it had been she
who'd distracted him with sex last night. Well, maybe it had been a mutual seduction.
A small smile played at her lips. And while she didn't regret it, she knew she couldn't
go on like this much longer. She had to know what her options were and what he'd
meant that day when he said she could become like him.
She loved him. Of that there was no doubt. What was in doubt was how their
relationship would proceed from here. It was time to make some decisions. Tonight she
would make him sit down with her to talk and she would not allow him to distract her.
She grinned wryly. Well, she'd give it her best shot. Stefan could be most distracting.
Throwing back the covers, she rolled out of bed. Standing, she raised her arms over
her head and stretched. Her body protested the movement and she groaned. Stefan's
lovemaking sure gave her a workout. A soak in a hot bathtub would do wonders for the
slight aches in her muscles.
She'd have to make a quick trip to town at some point today to mail some orders
that had come in through her website. She decided that she'd get all her work done
around home early in the day and go to town later in the afternoon. Decision made, she
hurried down the hall to the bathroom as fast as she could, which wasn't really that fast
at all considering she felt so stiff. But she was smiling when she turned on the taps and
started running hot water into the tub.
Laurel Rose was smiling again later that afternoon as she drove up the curving
mountain road, winding her way home. Her packages were mailed and her trip into
Salvation had been uneventful. When she'd checked her postbox at the post office, she'd
been pleasantly surprised to find another order for one of her rugs, complete with a
check for several hundred dollars. It was from a regular customer who had bought
several of Laurel Rose's rugs for her family and friends. She'd made a quick stop at the
bank and deposited the check before stopping at the grocery store on the way home.
Anytime you got unexpected money, Laurel Rose thought, a celebration was in order
and she'd used the order as an excuse to pick up a container of cookie dough ice cream.
She glanced at the bag lying on the seat next to her, wishing she had a spoon so she
could dig right in and have some of the treat. It wasn't often she indulged, but when she
did, she enjoyed it to the fullest. She wasn't sure if Stefan would want any. He ate very
rarely, mostly content to watch her eat. But every now and then he had a few bites of
something she cooked. She'd asked him about that, her curiosity getting the better of
her. It had surprised her to find out that he could eat small amounts of food and that he
enjoyed wine on occasion as well. He didn't need it to survive, but his body could
handle food in a controlled quantity.
That was just one more piece of information that she filed away in her mind.
Perhaps she wouldn't mind being like Stefan if she could occasionally indulge in cookie
dough ice cream. Her stomach growled and she laughed at herself. She'd be home in
another five minutes and two minutes after that she'd be digging into her treat.
The truck jerked to the right at the same time Laurel Rose heard a loud popping
sound. Her hands clenched the steering wheel, trying desperately to control the vehicle
as it swerved off the road. There was barely any shoulder and no railing on the
winding, narrow stretch of road and the truck slid off it and down over a small bank.
Tree branches scraped the sides of the truck as she hit several more rocks. The truck
bounced over the uneven ground as she pressed down on the brake and struggled to
turn the wheel. There was no way to avoid the stand of trees in front of her. Nowhere to
go.
The impact jarred her and she hit her head just before the airbag deployed. Her