Her legs dropped to the ground as she stood slowly. She saw him then, standing at the edge of the forest, his eyes as dark as the night enveloping him. Her heart leapt into her throat as happiness burst through her. For the first time in days, her body wasn’t burning, wasn’t dying, and she was able to breathe without difficulty. He took a step forward;the moonlight spilledover the hard set of his jaw, and illuminatedthe fierce hunger in his gaze. A small cry escaped as her paralysis broke. She raced across the small distance separating them;shethrew her arms around his neck as tears of joy spilled down her cheeks.
CHAPTER 15
Stefan enveloped her tightly;a low growl of pleasure escaped himas he pulled her against him. All of the tense anger, and burning fire that had been searing through him for the last three days, evaporated the moment that he touched her. Everything was finally right again, everything finally made sense again. Sera stood, nodded to him, and slipped silently away.
He wrapped his hand tightly into Isabelle’shair, pulled her face out of his shoulder, and savagely seized hold of her mouth. She whimpered softly against the brutality of his kiss, but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t ease it. He needed her like a drowning man needed air. Needed her with a longing so fierce that it snapped the tenuous thread of control he had just barely managed to hold on to for the past three days.
Her mouth parted beneath his and he thrust his tongue inside to ferociously taste her, taking and demanding everything that she had. His control slowly began to come back to him as her sweetness washed over him, enveloped him. It caused the fierce wildness within him to diminish by degrees as she eased the torment that had been haunting his soul for centuries.She eased the darkness that had been clawing to break free, and had grown almost uncontrollable over the past three days.
Her hands wrapped tightly around his neck as she pressed herself firmly against him, returning his kiss with an urgency that matched his own. He released her hair and seized hold of her waist,liftinghereasilyup. She gasped in surprise as he settled her on his waist, her long legs instinctively wrappedtightly around him.
She gazed down at him, tears slid silently down her cheeksasher violet eyes smolderedwith passion. She scanned his face, looking at him as if she were afraid to believe that he was actually here. Something inside of him changed, something different began to come forth, something that he had never experienced before, or had ever thought too. He cared for her more than any other person he had ever met,hehad missed her, andhehad come to realize that he actually liked her infuriating ways. He liked her laughter, her smile, her independence, her strength, her determination, and her courage. He even liked the little vindictive streak she exhibited with her brothers.
The past few days had been nothing but hell for him. He had been unable to do anything but think about her. He had barely been able to function. He had felt as if hewason fire, and his veins had burned with her absence. The demon within him had constantly been at the forefront, and his sanity had been a tenuous thread that had come close to snapping completely. He hadn’t slept in three days, had been unable to settle down long enough to let his body relaxenough for sleep, and he hadn’t fed.
He had nearly killed a man in a bar becausethemanhad accidentally bumped into him, causing him to turn violent. Fortunately, he had regained control of himself in time, but never had he lost it like that. Not evenwithEthan.
He had picked up a woman, taken her back to her place, determined to try and ease the anger, and burning in his body. Disgust had filled him the moment that he had touched her, the moment that she had touched him. He had felt nothing for her, had experienced no sense of arousal. He had been so enraged, so shaken up, that he hadn’t even fed off her because he knew that he would kill her if he did.
After that, he had decided that he needed to come back here, needed to see her. He had to sort everything out, had to know if she hated him for what he had done to her brother, what he would have done to her father. Needed to know if she could forgive him for causing herto behurtat the club. He had been determined to see her, to touch her, to ease his torment.
When she had run to him all of the misery of the past three days had vanished instantly. She had forgiven him, and he knew that she would no longer fight him, that she had been going through the same torture he had. He had felt her pain and anguish far down the road, had sensed her misery, and it had driven him faster, harder. He had become desperate to ease her suffering, desperate for her to never hurt again.
Seeing her, touching her, he knew that this was where he belonged. That she was the only thing that could ease the torment he had been experiencing. Ease the torment of his entire existence. He didn’t know why, and at the moment he didn’t care. He just needed her, now.
He seized hold of her mouth again, his hands tightenedin her thick hair as he carried her swiftly out of the woods and across the field. She met his hunger with her own as she moaned softly, her hands curledinto his back, her tears dried. He was so hard that it hurt, and he was throbbing painfully. She wiggled against his erection, moaning softly as she pressed herself more firmly against him. He groaned in pleasurable agony as she lifted herself up and slid gingerly down again.
He almost spilled himself then as a fierce tremor racked his body. If she didn’t stop, he was going to lay her down and take her in the middle of the field. He ripped her shirt up, his hand skimming over her flat stomach, and delicate ribcage before seizing upon her breast. She moaned and ground harder against him, biting into his lower lip. He grunted impatiently as he ripped her bra down, determined to feel her flesh against his. Her hardened nipple seared into the palm of his hand as he rubbed and kneaded her.
“Stefan!” she gasped, her head falling back.
The passion in her voice only served to urge him faster. He was in a near frenzy by the time he reached the storm doors. He bent, flung a door open, and slipped swiftly down the stairs. He paused only long enough to throw it closed before striding across the room to the bed. Laying her down, he fell on top of her, unable to part with her for even a moment. He seized hold of her lips again, driving his tongue into the sweet recesses of her mouth with deep, forceful thrusts that imitated what was to comeas hesavoredthe wonderful taste, and feel of her.
She tugged eagerly at his shirt, needing to feel his skin, needing to feelhim. Her hands skimmed over his warm, hard flesh.Atremor of delight rippedthrough her as he pulled slightly back, allowing her to pull his shirt free, giving her access to what she desperately sought, desperately needed. Her breath froze in her lungs as she took in the broad magnificence of his hard chest. Black hair curled across it, encircling his small nipples, before narrowing down his hard stomach. Her mouth went dry as she lightly ran her hands across him, shuddering with desire, and anticipation.
He bent back to her, seizing hold of her mouth and ravishing her until she was breathless, and shaking. She moaned softly as her hands wrapped around his back, digging into his flesh. His muscles bunched and flexed beneath her touch as she clung to him.She wasfrantic to get closer to him, to feel more of him, all of him. Her body was burning with want, aching and trembling as she pressed herself as tightly to him as she could.
Stefan couldn’t take anymore, couldn’t slow down, no matter how much he wanted too. He had been away from her for too long, had been denying himself for too long. She had denied him for too long. He had to have her, now. He ripped her shorts off, heedless of the cry of surprise that she issued. He met her gaze for a moment, but there was no fear in her eyes like he had expected, only a fierce need that seemed to match his own. He pulled her shirt quickly off.Unable to take the time to bother with her bra hooks, he tore it free, determined to expose her full breasts, and luscious body.
He took only a brief moment to savor the sight of her as she lay beneath him, panting slightly. Her delicious lips were swollen from his kisses.Her beautiful breasts, with their inviting strawberry buds, heaved as she trembled and quivered beneath him, arching her loins against his. A shudder tore through him as he bent his head and seized hold of her nipple, licking and nipping at the hardened bud.Herelishedin the feel of her as she bucked and moaned beneath him, her hands duginto his hairas shepulledhim tighter against her.
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 buttonon his jeans;his hands shook 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 slida fingerinto 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 clawedinto 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, the muscles of his back tightenedbeneath 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 return. 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 hernippleswith his mouth again. Her hands dug into his back as shearchedagainst 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 able 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 intoher. Stefan groaned;he clenchedhis 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.
