He almost spilled himself then as a 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 skimmed over her flat stomach, and delicate ribcage before taking hold of her breast. She moaned and ground more forcefully against him as she bit his lower lip. He grunted as he pulled her bra down, determined to feel her flesh against his. Her erect nipple seared into the palm of his hand as he rubbed and kneaded her.
"Stefan!" she cried as her head fell back.
The passion in her voice only served to urge him faster. He was in a near frenzy by the time he made it to the storm doors. He bent, flung the door open, and slipped 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 second. He took her lips again, driving his tongue into the sweet recesses of her mouth with deep, forceful thrusts imitating what was to come as he savored the wonderful taste of her.
She eagerly tugged at his shirt, needing to feel his skin, needing to feel him. Her hands skimmed over his warm, solid flesh. A tremor of delight rippled through her as he pulled back to allow her to pull his shirt free, giving her access to what she desperately sought. Her breath froze in her lungs as she took in the broad magnificence of his solid chest. Black hair curled across it, encircling his small nipples before tapering down his flat stomach. Her mouth went dry as she ran her hands across him and shuddered with desire and anticipation.
He bent back to her, seizing hold of her mouth and ravishing her until she was breathless, and shaking. Her hands wrapped around his back and dug into his flesh. His muscles bunched and flexed beneath her touch. She was frantic 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 against him.
Stefan couldn't take anymore, couldn't slow down, no matter how much he wanted to. He was away from her for too long, denied himself too long. She had denied him for too long, and he had to have her —now.
He ripped her shorts off, heedless of the cry of surprise she issued. He met her gaze, but there was no trepidation in her eyes like he’d expected, only a fiery passion which matched his own. He quickly pulled off her shirt. 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 savored the sight of her as she lay panting beneath him. Her lips were swollen from his kisses. Her breasts, with their inviting strawberry buds, heaved as she trembled and quivered beneath him. A shudder tore through him as he bent his head and sucked on her nipple. He licked and nipped at the hardened bud. He relished in the feel of her as she bucked and moaned beneath him.
Her frenzied motions and muted cries only served to fuel his passion further out of control. He fumbled with the button on his jeans; his hands shook so fiercely with anticipation he couldn't get them undone. Frustration claimed 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 arched against him. Stefan knew he should take more time, prepare her more, but the feel of her hot sheath clenching his finger was more than he could stand.
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 had to have her. He was on fire, burning with the intensity of his emotions, and the passion consuming him. He drove into her, tearing through the barrier of her virginity with a savage cry of possession.
Isabelle’s nails clawed his back as pain tore through her. A whimper escaped as he went still inside her and the muscles of his back flexed beneath her hands.
"I'm sorry, Isabelle," he grated hoarsely in her ear.
An emotion so profound welled up in her until she almost started to cry again. She clung to his sweat-slicked body as her muscles gradually began to loosen around him and eased to his invasion. He kissed her neck before nibbling on her ear as he slid out of her and deliberately back in. Isabelle relaxed around him as the tenderness began to fade. The passion of moments before returned as she met the 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 kneaded and massaged her breasts as he reclaimed one of her nipples with his mouth again. Her hands dug into his back as she arched against him, and delicious whimpers of pleasure escaped from her. Now that he was inside her, now that he had her, his urgency receded, and he took the time to enjoy the sensations she stirred in him. He had never felt anything as wonderfully tight, 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 as she wrapped her long legs around his waist. A cry of rapture issued from her as
