Braving the Elements (Darkness #2)(31)

Raw, animalistic lust overcame him, his body pushing harder. He trapped her beneath him, dominating her completely. Deeper he strove, taking delight in her moans and pants.

It wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted all of her.

Mate!

With a growl, he bit, teeth cutting through the soft skin of her throat just over the pulse. She sucked in a breath at the sharp pain, fingers digging into his back. With his first deep suck, she mewed, melting like hot wax. Power filled him like a current, magic blossoming deep in his chest in a way he’d never experienced. Her magic was so pure, like tapping directly into the source. His tattoos started to glow a burnished gold. With each swallow, it got lighter and lighter until they glowed a gold crusted white. She filled him.

His body slapped against hers, feeling the power well up, her legs around his hips, her arms hugging him close. He released more of that secretion into her, feeling it in the core of his being. Wanting the marking complete, forever.

“Take my blood.” His voice was deep and gruff, primal.

He snatched the dagger on the nightstand and made a small cut in the skin on his neck. Lowering back down, she took to him eagerly, her h*ps rising up to meet each of his thrusts. Her soft lips fastened on his skin, the first draw causing him to suck in a sweet breath of glory, her scent infusing the sensations. Their power swirled, mixing together and fusing their essence—one soul split into two bodies.

“Oh Stefan,” she sighed, blasting the link wide open. A love so deep, it consumed him and poured through. It spilled into all the dark and shut-up places; filling up all the haunts and sadness in his life; healing it with her. His chest burned and his limbs tingled, more magic pumping into his body than he’d ever experienced. A sweet elation took his breath away, her essence riding the wave like a surfer. She was imparting her own mark, one just as permanent, and just as driven by a place without thought.

“Harder, Stefan. Harder.”

The world disappearing, all he could focus on was her. Her beautiful face, eyes lit up in wonder. The feel of her body, smooth and delicate, spurring him deeper, taking him higher. Of her magic, pure and sweet, encasing them in a bubble of pure delight.

“Submit to me,” Stefan commanded softly, his voice gruff and primal. He stopped, not allowing her to move until she did.

A languid smile lit up her face. “Back to that again, are we? I remember you saying that in the alley the first time we were alone.” She paused for a minute, her husky voice hiding the nervousness. ”You first.”

It sounded as if she didn’t expect him to dive in with her. “Forever. You will want for nothing. I will make sure of it.”

“I’ve always been yours, Stefan; you know that.”

He closed his eyes in relief. “Yes.”

With renewed determination, he crashed into her, the pressure growing, taking over. Tighter and tighter it coiled, the sensations almost unbearable.

“Oh, Stefan…” Her fingers clutched at him and her body tensed.

Stefan licked at her neck, opening the quickly-healed cut, waiting for that right moment. A few more strokes into her tight body and he was ready, fissure lines working through his very fiber.

Her moaning got higher, almost there. Almost…

As she neared that edge, balancing on the cliff, he sucked in, the pull tugging deep in her body.

“Oh!” Her eyes fluttered and she shuddered, her insides squeezing Stefan so tight, he nearly blacked out.

He blasted his seed into her a second later, pushing her into the mattress, bellowing with the glory of the orgasm. Their combined magic blossomed and flowered, the whole room drenched in a feeling so intoxicating, it felt like they hovered, weightless, only knowing the feeling of each other’s body.

He kissed her deeply, his body fractured, wanting her to collect the pieces and fit them back together however she wished.

When they stopped panting, lying exhausted in the quiet room, she said, “You forgot to yell surprise when you barged in earlier.” Her laughing voice dripped with awe and completion.

“I saved it for this moment.” He shifted to the side, leaving himself inside her but removing some of his weight. “I figured I’d give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had, and then say it…Surprise.”

“You’re under the impression that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had? Not overly full of yourself, are you?”

He laughed. “Confident, there’s a difference. And yes, that was the best. I figure if I’ve never had better, and I’ve had way more experience in these matters, then it must rock your world, too.”

“I haven’t experimented much. I hadn’t realized that fact until the people in this house opened my eyes.”

Stefan laughed. “Well, now you have me to experiment on.”

Her arms, resting on his back, still wanting that closeness, momentarily tightened. “How long can you stay?”

His eyes drooped, consciousness fleeting. He was so damn relaxed, yet the magic pumped within his blood. He’d never felt this truly alive before, especially while also never feeling this complete and utterly satisfied.

The woman did nothing but complicate his life, but for all that, he would never walk away. Not from her. He’d have to make some decisions, but no one else was getting her. She was his. End of story. The question was, how did he both keep her and his duty? How did he compromise to keep her near?