Dalakis Passion 3 - Stefan's Salvation (27 page)

die, so will you. But I will not keep you against your will. You will be free to choose the
life you want to live. I have turned you into a vampire like myself. You are now the
stuff of legends, to be feared and scorned and for that, I am sorry."
"Why?" She sounded almost impatient with him. He'd poured his fears out to her,
apologizing for what he'd taken from her and she sounded more peeved than anything.
"Why?" he echoed incredulously.
She leaned back and gave a quick nod. "Yes, why are you sorry? Stefan, I've lived
my whole life being feared and scorned for what I am. You haven't changed my life at
all. As for the other...well, I'm not thrilled about having to drink blood to survive,
although I didn't seem to have any trouble taking yours." She laughed and its low,
sultry tones made his body shudder with desire. "In fact, I rather enjoyed it."
She paused as she thought. "Not being able to go out in the day is a bit of a
problem, especially during the summer months. But I can do most of my business mail
order and maybe hire a teenager from town to do the farmer's market for me. I can
adjust."
Stefan could hardly believe how easily she seemed to be accepting everything.
Surely, she hadn't thought everything through yet. But Laurel Rose wasn't finished.
"But you have changed me." She pushed away from him and, although it pained
him to do so, he let her go.
"I know. And as much as I might wish to go back and make things different, I
cannot." And deep down inside, he really didn't want to change things. He needed her
to be like him, yearned for her to be with him for eternity.
"Well, there is no going back. You taught me what it was like to not be alone." Her
hands went to the front of her blouse and she began to unbutton it. "You taught me
how wonderful sex could be between a man and a woman."
The lapels spread open as each button slipped from the hole, revealing her smooth,
soft skin beneath. She wasn't wearing a bra. Stefan's hands clenched at his sides. He
wanted to reach out and rip the garment wide open, exposing her breasts to him.
"You made me feel beautiful and sexy." Ever so slowly, she parted the fabric. Her
breasts swayed as she shrugged her shoulders and the blouse slipped down her arms,
falling to the ground behind her. "If you're going to go away, then I want to feel that
way one last time." Sliding her hands up her stomach, she cupped her breasts in her
hands. As he watched, she circled her puckered nipples with her thumbs. "Will you
love me one last time?"
Stefan fell to his knees in front of her, his hands fisted on his thighs as he gasped for
breath. He had to make her understand. Raising his head, he allowed her to see the
beast once more. He could feel his eyes changing and knew they were tinged with red.
His fangs lengthened and grew as he stared up at her. His cock jutted out before him,
announcing that he was more than ready to fuck her. He showed her all that he was,
hiding nothing.
"If I take you now, there is no going back. I will never let you go," he snarled. "You
will be mine for all eternity. I'll fuck you whenever I want, wherever I want and as
many times as I want. I'll provide everything for you. You will never drink blood from
any other man but me." The mere thought of her taking sustenance from some other
male made him crazy with jealousy. She belonged to him. "It will be too late for you to
run. I'll be right behind you no matter where you go. There is nowhere in this world
where you can hide from me."
Bowing his head, he sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes as he struggled for
some semblance of control. "This is the beast you would tie yourself to." Shaking his
head, he raised it, wanting to drink in her beauty one final time.
"Not a beast, but a man. A man whom I've come to love with all my heart. A man
who accepted me as I am from the very first. A man who has always put my safety and
well-being first and foremost, sacrificing his own safety and comfort and who taught
me what it's like to feel wanted and needed and cared for."
Toeing off her sneakers, Laurel Rose reached down and pulled off her socks. "The
sacrifice is well worth the gain." Unbuttoning her jeans, she shimmied her hips as she
shoved the stiff fabric down her thighs. When they fell to her ankles, she stepped out of
them and kicked them aside. Her eyes were soft, shining with emotion as she smiled at
him. "This is the man whom I would tie myself to."
Standing there in only her cotton underwear, she was like some magnificent angel.
Stefan could not believe that his heart's desire could come to him so easily. "Are you
sure?" he asked even as the beast within him roared for him to reach out and snatch
what was his.
"Yes." Holding out her hand, she beckoned him to her.
"Then God help us both, for I will never let you go." Taking her small hand in his
much larger one, he pulled her toward him.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Laurel Rose held her breath as Stefan dragged her closer. Even kneeling on the
ground before her, this man was no supplicant. Sheer power radiated from him, making
the air crackle with energy. She sensed him struggling to control all the forces battling
within him and that made her love him even more.
When she was standing right in front of him, he came up on his knees and buried
his face against her stomach. His arms wrapped around her, his grip unbreakable. She
threaded her fingers through his long hair and held him close. The night air was cool,
but his breath was warm against her skin, his jaw slightly rough as he placed open-
mouthed kisses across her belly.
She laughed when his tongue snaked into her bellybutton. But that laughter quickly
became a moan of pleasure as he caught the thin fabric of her panties in his teeth and
began to tug them down. Gripping his shoulders for support, she waited for him to pull
them down over her thighs. But he paused when they were across her hips and nipped
at her hipbones. His teeth scraped gently across bone and flesh, and her bare toes curled
into the ground. She'd never known that part of her body could be so sensitive. But
every touch, every breath, every light caress set her senses on fire.
Pushing her underwear lower with his chin, he nuzzled her pubic hair, breathing
deep. "You smell hot and sweet." His tongue lapped at the crease at the top of her thigh
as he tugged the scrap of fabric lower. "Your panties are damp, aren't they? Your pussy
is swollen and wet and ready for me, isn't it?"
Laurel Rose could barely breathe, let alone talk. "Yes," she gasped as she pulled his
head closer.
Stefan laughed and caught the fabric of her panties in his teeth once again. This
time, he dragged them over her thighs and when he released them, they dropped down
around her ankles. "Step out." Sitting back on his haunches, he watched her as she
kicked her underwear out of the way.
She felt very sensual and wanton standing naked in the middle of the forest,
wanting him to take her. The trees encircled them, sheltering them from the world
beyond.
"Spread your legs wide and show me your pussy." When she hesitated, he stroked
the inside of one of her thighs with his finger, moving it ever so slowly toward her sex.
Her hips arched toward him as he slid his finger back toward her knee. "You belong to
me now, Laurel Rose. There is no need to hide from me. Show me your treasure. Give
yourself to me."
He was seducing her with words alone. Her insides felt like molten lava, clenching
tight with need as his words reached deep into her core. Sliding her feet apart, she
reached between her thighs and spread the wet lips of her sex, exposing the damp pink
flesh to him.
Stefan licked his lips, his sharp teeth gleaming as a slow smile crossed his face.
Reaching out with one finger, he brushed it over her clitoris. Laurel Rose gasped as her
entire body clenched once again and then moaned when he removed his hand. "You
want me, don't you?"
There was no thought of denying him anything. "Yes. I want you." Whatever he
needed, she wanted to give it to him.
Reaching around her, he cupped her behind in his hands and squeezed the two
mounds. "I love your ass. So firm, yet so soft. Nobody has ever claimed you that way
before, but I will."
She sensed his need for her assent and she gave it willingly. "Yes."
"But not yet." He held her steady and lowered his head back between her spread
thighs. "First I'm going to eat you, then I'm going to fuck you long and hard, marking
you forever as mine. Then I'm going to pleasure you until you scream and beg me to
fuck that beautiful behind. It all belongs to me now. You belong to me."
Laurel Rose quivered at his words, but she felt no fear. It was desire, hot and
potent, that was flowing through her veins. She could picture everything in her mind,
his words creating a sensual picture of the two of them together. She wanted to
experience all of it.
His breath was hot against her slick flesh as his tongue traced the folds, up one side
and down the other. He circled the entrance to her core before stroking his tongue
inside. "Stefan," she groaned as she grabbed his shoulders for support. The muscles
beneath her fingers flexed and rolled as he gripped her behind tighter in his hands. But
he didn't stop.
There was no inch of her pussy that he didn't taste, stroke or explore with is tongue
and his mouth. Her inner muscles clenched and released as her juices flowed freely. She
was so close to coming. She rotated her hips, swinging them in a small circle, always
trying to appease the ache growing within her.
"Now!" Gripping his hair, she tugged him to her clitoris. He gently gripped the
throbbing bud of nerves between his teeth and flicked it. Once. Twice. That was all it
took.
Laurel Rose trusted him to hold her upright as she came apart. Her pussy clenched
down hard as the contractions hit her. Stefan continued to pleasure her with his mouth
as the spasms shook her. But still, she wanted more. Needed more. It never seemed to
be enough with this man. Instead of appeasing her sexual appetite, her orgasm had only
whetted it.
"Not enough," she gasped. "I need you, Stefan. I want you inside me."
His hands flexed and his fingers tightened around her behind, his grip almost
painful as he sat back. His hair was damp with sweat and his chest was heaving as he
gasped for breath. But it was his lips that drew her, for they were moist with her juices,
and as she watched, he licked them. A huge shudder shot through her body, the need
almost a living being within her.
"I can't be gentle," he growled. "I want you too damned much."
Even now, he was still trying to protect her. Love swelled within her heart as great
as the desire flooding her body. Only she could give him what he needed. And she gave
it freely and with love. "I don't want gentle. Not this time." His brilliant green eyes
were tinged with red as he stared up at her. "Take me, Stefan, like you said you would.
Fuck me long and hard. Make me yours forever. Let me feed all your hungers."
He yanked her down onto his lap, impaling her on his cock in one hard stroke. The
sensitive inner muscles, still swollen, protested slightly as he shoved his huge shaft to
the hilt. But she wanted this. Wanted him. Her body immediately accepted him,
softening and stretching to accommodate his girth.
Cupping her face in his strong hands, he stared at her. His eyes were such
bottomless wells of emotion it was almost painful to look at them. But Laurel Rose
returned his gaze, gently pushing the damp strands of his hair out of his face as she
caressed his cheek.
"You are my heart and my very soul. I will protect you with my entire being for as
long as we both live. There is no other man living or yet to be born who will love you as
I will. Your happiness and safety are my life's work and my life's joy."
Tears filled her eyes as the beauty of his pledge filled her soul with love. There was
no doubting the sincerity of his words. This was a man well worth any sacrifice she had
to make in order for them to be together.
Staring deep into his eyes, she gave him her own vow in return. "I love you. You
have given me more than I ever imagined I could ever have in my life. I will love you
and cherish you for as long as we both shall live."
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek. Stefan leaned
forward and licked the salty liquid from her face. His tongue traced her mouth and she
could taste herself. She parted her lips for him, inviting him inside, and he slipped past
the entrance, deepening their kiss. His thumbs caressed her cheeks, wiping away the
tears that continued to seep from her closed eyes. The beauty of the moment was
something Laurel Rose knew she would never forget.
The tone of the kiss changed quickly as Stefan's tongue stroked hers, playfully at
first, but then with increasing ardor. Her hands slid down the strong column of his neck
and onto his muscular shoulders. She could feel an unfamiliar hunger welling up inside
her. The intensity of it frightened her.
Stefan immediately sensed the change in her and tore his mouth from hers. "It is
natural, my love." He nipped at her earlobe, biting down gently. Her pussy clenched
around his cock. "You feel the bloodlust rising within you. Do not fight it." His tongue
swirled around the outside of her ear as he whispered, "Embrace it."
A wild and overwhelming yearning filled her, echoing throughout every cell in her
body.
"Yes," he praised. "That's it. Feel it, Laurel Rose."
It was as if every sense was magnified a hundredfold. She dug her fingers into his
shoulders and held on tight. He was her only anchor in this storm of emotion and need.
"Wrap your legs around my waist."
The motion drove his cock even deeper than she'd thought possible. He seemed
bigger than he ever had, but still her body took him.
Stefan wrapped his arms around her as he came up on his knees and laid her back
against the soft, mossy ground. The smell of dark, rich earth and pungent sex
enveloped them. He pulled his hips back so that only the tip of his shaft was still within
her, then plunged back inside her in one hard stroke. Only his grip kept her from being
pushed away as he thrust harder and faster.
Locking her ankles at the small of his back, she held on tight as he hammered into