Destined (Vampire Awakenings) (31 page)

   Her frenzied motions, and soft cries, only served to fuel his passion even more, only served to push his lust further out of control. He fumbled with the button
on his jeans;
his hands sh
oo
k so fiercely with anticipation that he couldn’t get them undone. Frustration seized hold of him as he tore them open, wrenching them off with a violent, jerking motion. He tore at her underwear, pulling it free as he settled himself between her long, inviting thighs.

 
His hand slid to the juncture of her thighs, groaning as he discovered her already wet, and hot, for him. He slid
a finger
into her, stroking and loving her as she gasped in surprise and arched wildly against him. Stefan knew that he should take more time, prepare her more, but the feel of her tight, hot sheath clenching his finger was more than he could stand.

   He seized hold of her hips as his mouth reclaimed hers. Everything was happening too fast, a part of him knew that, and tried to stop it. But the other part, the bigger part, was beyond any sense of control, or reason. He needed her, he had to have her. He was on fire, burning with the intensity of his emotions, and the passion that seized him. He drove into her, tearing through the barrier of her virginity with a fierce cry of possession.

   Isabelle cried out, her nails claw
ed
into his back as pain tore through her. He was so large, so big that he filled her to the point of bursting, and for a moment she feared that he was going to rip her in two. A whimper of pain escaped as he went still inside her, th
e muscles of his back tightened
beneath her hands.

   “I’m sorry Isabelle,” he grated hoarsely in her ear, his body hard, and hot against hers.

   An emotion so fierce welled up in her that she almost started to cry again. She clung to his hard, sweat slicked body as her muscles slowly began to loosen around him and she eased to his invasion. He kissed her neck softly, nibbling lightly on her ear as he slid out of her, and slowly back in. Isabelle eased even more around him as the pain began to fade, and the passion of moments before began to re
turn
. She clung to him as his mouth seized hers again and his tongue slid slowly into her, imitating the slow, undulating movement of his hips.

   He kissed and touched her everywhere, unable to get enough of the feel of her silken body against his. He stroked her breasts, kneading and massaging her as he seized hold of one of he
r
nipples
with his mouth again. Her hands dug into his back as she
arched
against him, delicious whimpers of pleasure escaping from her. Now that he was inside her, now that he had her, the fierce urgency had receded, and he was able to slow himself down a little.
He was a
ble to take the time to enjoy the sensations that she arose in him. He had never felt anything as wonderfully tight, and warm, and wet as she was. Never experienced such pleasure in his life.

   “Wrap your legs around me,” he grated against her lips.

   Her eyes opened, clouded and dazed with passion as she wrapped her long legs around his waist. A soft cry of rapture escaped her as the movement caused him to slide even further into
her. Stefan groaned
;
he clenched
his teeth against the urge to spill as her legs tightened around him. He watched her as he moved, enjoying the play of emotions that slid over her face, the desire that darkened her eyes to deep purple. Her lids started to close.

   “No, watch me,” he ordered.

   Her eyes flew back open, wide and startled. Then, she smiled softly and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her hips began to rise and fall with him as she found, and matched, his rhythm. He watched her intently as his hands fondled and caressed her, watched the passion that parted her lips, caused her breath to quicken, and her body to quiver. He knew that she was nearing release by the flicker of fear and surprise that crossed her face.

   He slid his hand between her thighs, stroking the quivering bud that begged for his attention. Her eyes grew wider as soft cries began to escape her, and she wildly met his fierce, pounding rhythm. “Now,” he commanded. “Now Isabelle!”

   He drove hard into her as he reached his snapping point. She cried out loudly, her body tightening around him as the force of her contractions ripped his orgasm from him. The fierceness of it tore a bellow of satisfaction, and delight, from him. Never had he experienced anything as wonderful, or as fulfilling. He hadn’t thought that it could exist.

   He nearly collapsed on top of her, but managed to catch himself in time. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her
and
roll
ed
her to the side as small tremors continued to shake her body. He remained inside of her as her head settled onto his shoulder
;
her hands lightly strok
ed
his chest. His breathing was still rough and ragged, and he was pleased to note that hers was too. Their bodies were coated with sweat as he pulled her tighter against him, a feeling of utter contentment stealing through him. This was where he belonged, he realized.

   “You left me,” she whispered softly.

  
His hands tightened on her as he gently nuzzled the top of her head.
“I
’m sorry.
”

   “Don’t do it again.”

   “I won’t,” he promised.

   “Good.”

   She snuggled closer to him and was instantly asleep. Stefan smiled softly as he held her tight against him, savoring in the scent of their love making, and the feel of her delicious body against his. He knew that he should be afraid of how much he had come to care for her, knew that the darkness inside of him was not something that he should have ever expose
d
her to. However, for the first time in his long existence, he actually felt at peace. He was never going to let her know about his past, never going to look back again. He savored in the feel of her as he drifted slowly to sleep.

CHAPTER 16

   Isabelle woke slowly the next morning, instinctively nestling closer to Stefan’s warm body. His arm tightened around her as he drew her closer. “Good morning,” he murmured in her ear.

   She smiled softly as she rolled over to face him. His hair, tussled from sleep, fell across his forehead with a boyish appeal that warmed her heart. Her smile deepened as she gently brushed the hair off of his forehead. His arm tightened around her as a small smile played at the corners of his mouth. The impact of that smile was enough to make her melt.

   “Did you miss me while I was gone?” he asked softly.

   “I hardly even noticed,” she lied.

   His smile deepened as his hand began to lightly stroke her back, causing a small tremor to work its way through her. “Really?”

   Isabelle bit her lip;
her body tighten
ed
in anticipation as he lightly stroked her hip, and came slowly back up to circle her breast. Her nipple hardened as his finger traced around it. “Maybe a little,” she whispered breathlessly.

   His smile deepened as he bent and lightly licked her hardened nipple. Isabelle gasped as she
arched
into him. He pulled away from her, his smile lazy and satisfied. “Just a little?”

   She bit into her bottom lip as she stared into his bright, gleaming eyes. “Did you miss me?” she demanded.

   “Did I miss being avoided, run away from, tortured, tormented, and sexually frustrated?” Isabelle scowled angrily at him as he smiled happily down at her. “Yes, I did.” She smiled brightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “More than a little?” he growled as his hand tightened on her waist. Isabelle smiled softly as she pressed tighter against him. A small thrill shot through her at the feel of his hard, hair roughened chest against her sensitive breasts.

   He slid his leg between hers, pushing her thighs apart. Isabelle’s breath froze in her lungs as his hand slid down and he began to lightly stroke her. A small gasp escaped as his finger slid inside and her hips began to move slowly with the pace that he set. “More than a little?” he murmured against her lips as his other hand leisurely fondled her breast.

   Isabelle could barely think through the pleasure that was beginning to consume her, let alone speak. His hand slid away from her. Isabelle groaned her protest as she wiggled closer to him. Chuckling softly, he nibbled lightly on her bottom lip. He grabbed hold of her hip, pulling her against him and rubbing the tip of his hardened shaft teasingly against her aching, wet loins. Isabelle opened her legs to accept his invasion, but it didn’t come.

 
“More than a little?” he demanded.

   Her lips parted as he continued to rub against her. She couldn’t take anymore of the sweet torture that he was putting her through, at the moment she would have conceded anything to him to have him ease her torment again. “Yes!” she cried.

   He smiled victoriously as he slid slowly into her. Isabelle gasped in delight as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and drug his mouth down to hers. The world fell away as his body moved over her, enveloping her with his strength, security, and warmth. He caught each of her soft sighs and gasps with his mouth as he leisurely explored and tasted her, making love to her slowly. She touched him everywhere, relishing in the feel of the strong muscles that corded his back, his chest, his thighs, and buttocks as they grew slick with sweat.

   Her hands dug into his back as he drove her closer to the brink of ecstasy that he had pushed her over last night. She gasped loudly as she clung to him, her only anchor in the sea of pleasure that she was engulfed in. He seized hold of her hands, dragging them above her head and pinning them down as he drove more fiercely into her. Isabelle’s legs tightened around him as she eagerly met his fierce,
eager movements
. He seized her wrists in one hand as he reached between their bodies to rub against her quivering, hardened nub. She screamed loudly as the world splintered around her and waves of ecstasy tore through her.

   He drove fiercely into her, spilling everything into her as her body contracted fiercely around him. He
collapsed;
his breathing ragged as he
pulled
her against his chest, absorbing the tremors that shook her. He rolled her to the side as he tried to calm the fierce pounding of his heart, and catch his breath. It was only then that he thought about what he had just done, how roughly he had taken her, twice now. He should have taken it easier on her, been
gentle
r
;
she had to be sore from last night
still
. He had hurt her then, and he had to have hurt her again
now
.

  
“Are you okay?” he grated
.

   “Ah huh,” she replied contentedly, nuzzling against his chest.

   “Did I hurt you?” he demanded.

   Isabelle frowned at the worry, and concern, in his voice. She lifted her head to look down at him. He was studying her with intense, dark eyes, the worry apparent in the pinched lines around his mouth and eyes. “No, why would you think that?”

   He continued to search her face intently, obviously not believing what she had told him. “I know I hurt you last night.”

   “Only a little,” she assured him.

   “And today, it was too soon, I should have waited a day or two before taking you again.”

   She smiled sweetly down at him as she shook her
head
. “I would have taken you.”

   He laughed loudly as he
pulled
her down for a long, lingering kiss. “Would you now?” he murmured against her lips.

   “Yes, I would,” she said with a fierce nod and a soft smile.

   “I wasn’t too rough with you?”

   “No,” she assured
him, her fingers lightly curled
into the hair on his chest. To his utter amazement he felt himself growing hard again as she smiled seductively down at him.

   “Next time, we’ll go
slowly
and I’ll teach you how to make love.”

   Her
forehead
furrowed as she stared at him in confusion. “I thought we already did.”

   He laughed softly as he shook his head. “No, there is so much more to learn, and I am going to enjoy teaching you
all
of it.”

   Her eyes darkened as she bit into her bottom lip. “I see,” she whispered.

   Isabelle lowered her lashes before he could see the hurt that tore through her. She had managed to forget all of her fears about her inadequacy in her happiness to see him, to have him, but they all came flying rapidly back to her now. His words had made her realize just how little she did know, and how
very
much he
did
.