Dalakis Passion 3 - Stefan's Salvation (6 page)

Reaching out, he carefully wrapped his fingers around her hand, marveling that a
hand this small and fragile could hold his entire future within it. Raising it to his lips, he
kissed each knuckle in turn. As his thumb grazed the underside of her hand, he could
feel the toughened skin on her palms. Her hand might seem fragile, but like the rest of
her, he suspected that it was much stronger than it looked.
"It is my pleasure, Laurel Rose McCaffey." Unable to resist, he stroked his tongue
between her fingers. She stilled and he could sense her growing arousal at the
unfamiliar caress. Carefully, he drew her middle finger into his mouth and sucked on it.
Pure male satisfaction filled him when she moaned and leaned closer to him. He lightly
scraped his teeth over her flesh as he released her finger from his mouth.
"This is real, isn't it?"
"This is very real," he assured her as he climbed onto the bed. Reaching out, he
wrapped his hands around her slender ankles and slowly tugged her toward him.
Laurel Rose fell back onto the mattress as he spread her legs wider and pulled her
closer to him. Her nightgown was pushed up around her thighs. Her arousal wafted
through the air. He leaned closer, breathing deep, filling his lungs with her intoxicating
scent. "This is incredibly real."
Her hands clutched at the covers beside her, but she made no move to push him
away.
Her deep blue eyes were almost entirely swallowed by the black of her pupils as
they dilated in fear, or arousal or both--he wasn't entirely sure. Her black hair was
confined in a braid that reached all the way to her behind. Stefan longed to see her hair
loose and feel it flowing across his skin. He wanted to bury his face in the mass and just
inhale the fresh, clean scent of mountain air, soap and woman.
The plain white nightgown covered her from neck to thighs, but it was thin with
age and wear and he could see the outline of her body beneath it. He could see the dark
thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. She wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock
began to throb even harder.
Her arms were deceptively strong, the muscles long and firm, not bulky. Her torso
was supple and slender with small, well-formed breasts. Her hips flared out with a
slight curve and her legs were long. Even her feet were sexy. He loved the feminine
arch of her foot and the way her toes curled when he touched her.
"Let me touch you." He loosened his grip on her ankles and stroked his hands up
the back of her legs, softly skimming the sensitive skin behind her knees. "I know
you're not ready for anything else yet. But let me pleasure you."
Laurel Rose almost swallowed her tongue. This tall, dark stranger looming above
her should have had her running and screaming in terror. Instead, she wanted to crawl
into his arms and beg him to never let her go. Just for a second she'd thought his eyes
had glowed red in the darkness and that she'd caught the glimpse of gleaming fangs.
But she'd blinked and seen nothing but the flash of the whites of his teeth as he'd
spoken to her. It was simply a trick of the moonlight. That and a fear of the unknown.
She admitted that she was drawn to the fact that they shared some of the same
abilities. But after what she'd just witnessed, she had no doubt that his powers were far
greater than hers. She still had no idea how he'd managed to hide his presence from
her. She'd searched that very corner and she'd swear on a stack of Bibles that he hadn't
been there. Yet he had been.
Energy and power seemed to surround him, almost causing the air to crackle with
it. It attracted and frightened her all at once. Even as she listed in her head all the
reasons she should send him away, she knew she wouldn't. The attraction and the
temptation were too great to be denied.
Stefan Dalakis was the most sensual man she'd ever met. He wasn't handsome in
the classical sense, but his rugged features suited him well and he oozed a sensuality
that would draw any woman he wanted to him.
Everything about the man was massive, from his height to the sheer expanse of his
shoulders and chest. Muscles rippled under his skin with every movement and since he
was totally naked, she had a completely unrestricted view of him. Laurel Rose clawed
at the sheet under her to keep from reaching out and touching him. She had the almost
overwhelming urge to rub her hands all over his body and pet him much like she had
the wolf earlier that evening. They had much in common. Both were male animals in
their prime, strong and fit and definitely the alpha of any pack.
His thighs bulged with muscle as he knelt on the bed in front of her. And there was
certainly no hiding his aroused state. His cock was jutting out in front of him, long and
thick and ready. Her womb clenched tight, contracting with need. It was the primal
reaction of a female recognizing and acknowledging her need for her man.
She'd never seen a man so aroused in her life. Johnny Mills didn't count, as that was
so many years ago she could barely remember it. Even if she could, she feared that he
would have proved severely lacking when compared with Stefan. She had a feeling that
no man could compare to Stefan.
He could easily overpower her, yet she instinctively knew she could stop him with
a single word. That kind of power was intoxicating. Stefan Dalakis exuded a raw, basic
sexuality that excited her. His overwhelming masculinity made her feel more feminine
than she'd ever felt in her life. His strength dwarfed hers, yet she was not without her
own power. There was no doubt that he wanted her. That was more than evident by the
state of his arousal. But he sat there with his hands caressing the backs of her legs,
waiting for her to decide what she wanted to do.
What did she want? She wanted the pleasure that he offered her. There was
something about Stefan that told a woman that she was in for the sexual experience of a
lifetime. The thought of all that sensual energy focused entirely on her almost made her
come on the spot. But still, a tiny part of her was apprehensive.
"You'll stop if I want you to?" She felt stupid and incredibly juvenile asking him
that question, but she still needed an answer. She knew that he was way out of her
league in terms of sexual experience and as close as she felt to him, he was still a
stranger.
"I'll stop whenever you wish. Go only as far as you want." His words were both a
reassurance and a subtle threat. But she was satisfied.
"Okay." She relaxed on the bed and waited.
The corner of his mouth turned up slightly, making his thin lips seem softer, not
quite so harsh and forbidding. His long black hair flowed over the front of his shoulders
as he leaned forward and placed a kiss on the inside of her knee. It brushed against her
skin even as his moist lips touched her flesh. She shivered at the twin sensations.
His eyelashes were long, black and sinfully thick and she wished she could see the
color of his eyes.
"Green," he murmured as he licked a hot path up the inside of her thigh.
"What?" She couldn't make sense of his words with the heat flashing though her
veins the closer he got to her sex.
"My eyes are green," he repeated. Had she asked that question out loud? She
couldn't remember and right now, she no longer cared. His hands were busy pushing
her nightgown higher as his mouth moved steadily closer to her pulsing core.
Her legs moved restlessly against the sheets as his warm, moist breath feathered
across the sensitive flesh of her sex. No man had ever looked at her in this way before.
She was surprised that she didn't feel awkward or shy with him staring at her in such
an intimate manner. Instead, it made her feel voluptuous, beautiful and very, very
aroused.
She arched her hips, swinging them closer to his face, enticing him to taste her. He
growled low in his throat, and the rumble echoed throughout the room, sounding more
like beast than man.
Then he claimed her.
His tongue stroked up one side of her swollen labia and down the other. The
slightly rough pad of his tongue coupled with the gentleness of his caress sent shivers
racing up and down her spine. This man was all about contradictions. His actions were
raw and sexual on one hand, tender and sensual on the other. He was a man of massive
strength, yet he was capable of great gentleness, at least with her.
The thought was barely finished when he sat back, gripped the neck of her
nightgown in his hands and yanked. The sound of cloth splitting was loud in the quiet
of the room. He shoved the sides apart, exposing her body to his view.
Laurel Rose gasped, shocked by the suddenness of his actions. His eyes devoured
her and she trembled beneath his all-consuming gaze. She knew she should probably be
afraid, but she was unbearably aroused instead.
Seemingly satisfied, he slipped his arms beneath her thighs, pushing his hands
upward over her torso until he covered her breasts with his palms. She could feel her
nipples pucker even tighter and stab at the center of his hands. Her heart was racing,
pounding out a primal rhythm that matched the pulsing between her thighs. When he
buried his face between her legs, she thought she'd explode.
His tongue lapped and tasted as he mapped out every fold and crevice of her sex.
He came so close to the nub of nerves at the apex and she tried desperately to move her
hips so that he would lick her swollen clitoris. He stroked her everywhere but there.
The man was diabolical in his sensual torture. He'd push her to the very brink of
orgasm and then retreat, petting her softly with his tongue until she started to come
back down. Then he'd start to drive her higher once again.
Sometimes he'd simply nestle his chin in her pubic hair and watch her face as he
used his hands and fingers to toy with her nipples. He seemed to take great pleasure in
plumping up her breasts in his hands and then lightly pinching her already taut
nipples, making them ache even more.
"Harder," she moaned as she watched his fingers tighten around her swollen
nipples. His eyes flared with undisguised lust as he rolled the hard nubs between his
fingers, pinching them gently. Laurel Rose could feel her inner muscles clench in
anticipation.
Suddenly his hands were gone from her breasts and she was left moaning in need.
Her entire body ached. She pumped her hips in the air, wanting to come. Needing to
come. "Stefan." His name was both a plea and a command.
His fingers wrapped around her upper thighs, digging into her flesh as he gripped
her legs and spread them wide. He gave no warning as he released one thigh and thrust
two fingers deep into her core while at the same time carefully capturing her swollen
clitoris between his lips and sucking.
Laurel Rose exploded. Convulsions racked her entire body as she came. She could
feel his tongue and mouth on her flesh as his fingers continued to pump in and out of
her core. The pleasure was so intense she thought she might pass out. Her heart and
head pounded as she shook with release. Gradually, his movements slowed and her
body was reduced to the occasional tremor.
She felt boneless as she lay there on the bed, completely sated. She'd never
experienced anything like that in her life. The cool night breeze made her shiver as it
dried the fine coating of sweat that covered her. She curled her fingers and toes into the
mattress like a contented cat. With a sleepy smile on her face, she opened her eyes and
gazed up at the man who had given her such pleasure.
She froze at the picture before her. The indulgent lover was gone. In his place was
the man who had walked out of the shadows earlier that evening, a man who looked
more than capable of taking what he wanted. And right now, what he wanted was her.
Lust was carved onto his face, making it appear even harsher. His eyes were hot
with need, and they seemed to devour her while he sat back on his knees watching her.
Every muscle in his body seemed pronounced as if clenched and ready to spring into
action. A light sheen of sweat made his skin gleam in the moonlight. He seemed even
larger than before as he gripped his cock with his hand and pumped up and down the
hard length.
As she watched, a pearl of liquid beaded across the tip. She licked her lips,
wondering what it tasted like, wanting to stroke her fingers across his shaft and
discover if it was as hard as it looked.
Her gaze flew to his when he groaned. His eyes seemed to burn into her very soul
and she felt an answering pull within her. Desire began to build again where moments
before sleepy satisfaction had reigned.
As if he could read her thoughts, he answered her unasked question. "Whatever
you want, Laurel Rose. It's your choice."
Chapter Seven
Stefan feared he might go mad while he waited for Laurel Rose to decide what she
wanted him to do. Her deep indigo eyes widened and grew darker as she watched him.
He could feel the excitement growing within her. The resurgence of her arousal where
moments before she had been completely sated. She was incredibly attracted to him and
was making no effort to hide the fact.
Pure satisfaction filled Stefan. He'd had many women in his lifetime, but none of
them had affected him as deeply or on as many levels as Laurel Rose. He felt
ridiculously pleased that she wanted him and she wasn't afraid to show it. If she kept
staring at his swollen cock and licking her lips, he was going to come without her even
having to touch him.
He shuddered as his balls tightened, drawing up closer to his body. The ache was
continual now, the pulsing in his cock a driving rhythm urging him to fuck her. That
time was coming. And soon. But right now, he wanted to feel her lips brush his flesh
while her tongue stroked his hard length. He wanted her hands on his body, caressing
him. He didn't care where she touched him so long as her fingers stroked his skin. Flesh
to flesh. Lover to lover.
Her breasts fascinated him with their steady rise and fall as her breathing deepened
and became harsher. Their tips were swollen and red from his earlier attention. They
were as ripe as raspberries, just waiting to be sampled. The plump mounds were as
silky, pale and smooth as cream. His fingers itched to stroke the curve of her stomach
just to see if it was as soft as it appeared. He could easily spend eternity learning