This man had just vowed his—and his family's—protection.And his loyalty.
And his love.
I completely stopped crying—and pressed my lips to Stefan's.
In thanks.
In gratitude.
And in—love.
Almost immediately, he moaned and took over the kiss.
And I let him.
I wanted to give him everything.And I was more than ready.
“I love you, Francesca.So fucking much,” he mumbled between kisses.His hand wandered up and cupped my breast.That sent shocks of desire shooting straight between my legs.
“I love you, too,” I replied.He kissed me harder and played with my nipple while I squirmed.It had been so long since I'd had his hands on me.
Way too long.
Soon, his hand left my breast and ventured to my belly and—then further down.
Between my legs.A finger gently slid through my wetness.
We both groaned together.“You're so wet.”Stefan's lips left mine, and he kissed down my neck—to my chest.
When he licked my nipple, I inhaled sharply at the sensation.“Oh, Stefan, yes.”I drew out the last word for a long time while he swirled around and played with his finger.It all felt so delicious that I was rendered helpless.
“You're so beautiful.So fucking beautiful.The way you open for me.”This time, his mouth landed on my nipple, and he sucked me in, flicking the tip of his tongue over it.His thumb brushed over that tight bundle of nerves between my legs—and I nearly came just from that brief contact.
When he swiped over it again, I grasped his wrist.“No, I want you.I want you inside of me when I come.”
His teeth grazed over my nipple, and he bit down gently, increasing the pleasurable sensation.Stefan laughed.“You'll have me, Chesca, soon.”He licked my nipple one last time.
“I want you now.”My hands held onto him, encouraging him to move over me.I longed to feel his body on mine.Doing whatever he pleased.
“As soon as you come.Then you'll have me.”His finger teased my entrance, building up the intense ache even more than it already was.I was about to say something when his finger finally entered me.
“Ah,” I said at the large feel of him.And this was only his finger.What was I going to do when I had the real thing?
“So wet.For me,” he mumbled and kissed me.“Only for me.Right?”
I opened my eyes and nodded, taking his cue.“Only for you, Stefan.Only you.”And I meant it, too.There would never be anyone who could get me as wet as he could.
I didn't understand why he wanted me to come before we had sex.But there was very little I could do about it at the moment.Because I knew how close I was to orgasming.And it wouldn’t be much longer before my body gave in.
Stefan's hands worked—or more like played—until it was inevitable—
I couldn't hold it off any longer.So, I didn't.
“Stefan,” I breathed out, my fingers digging into him.I wasn't even sure what I was going to say.I just knew that I wanted him there with me.
“I know.Give it to me.I want you to give it to me.”
A brief second later—I did.
