An antique nightstand stood beside the bed, her Tiffany lamp, with its multi-colored, stained glass shade sat on it. At the foot of the bed was the old cedar chest she'd owned since she was a little girl. Her bureau sat against the left wall, beneath two large windows facing the woods. On the right-hand side was a large bay window with an emerald green window seat which overlooked the sparkling lake. She knew she would spend many hours there, curled up, daydreaming or reading.
"Who did all of this?" she cried as she raced across the room and flung open the doors to the large walk-in closet. It was so big she could easily fit a king bed inside.
Isabelle laughed with delight as she ran across the room and thrust the door to the bathroom open. She froze, her breath caught in her throat, before she squealed in delight. The walls were sponge painted a subtle rose and light dove color. A large Jacuzzi tub she never asked for was installed.
She rushed over to hop in it and sprawled out for a minute. All of her fit with room to spare. She hopped back out to take in the rest of the room. There was a shower stall next to the tub with a beaded glass door. The marble green counter she’d ordered was in place, but it enclosed two sinks, instead of one. Her smile grew even bigger as she realized Stefan was the one who made the changes and saw to the room being finished.
Stefan watched in amusement as she ran back in the room and jumped onto the large bed. "You like it?"
She beamed at him as she swung her arms over her head and jumped up to hit the ceiling. "I love it! Did you do all of it?"
He smiled as he moved toward her. She stopped jumping on the bed to watch as he approached with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Your mom painted the bathroom. I don't have the patience for that sponging thing."
"And the bed?"
"I couldn't resist."
He smiled at her as she walked over to him. Her eyes gleamed with happiness, and the smile on her face stole his breath.
"All I could do was imagine the things I will do to you in this bed," he said hoarsely.
Heat suffused her from head to toe as her body grew taut with anticipation. "And who said you were going to share it with me?" she teased.
Although he knew she was teasing, her words caused something primal to flow forth. He seized hold of her waist, lifted her off the bed, and dropped her on it. She cried out as he braced his arms beside her head and leaned over her.
"I do," he grated.
He looked extremely lethal as his eyes burned into hers, and his jaw clenched. She hadn't meant to upset him, but she obviously had, and she didn't understand why. She stroked his cheek and tried to ease the savage look on his face. He softened at her touch, but there was still a predatory gleam in his eyes she knew well.
"Stefan," she breathed.
He brushed the hair off her neck; his eyes latched onto it as they flashed red. A shiver of alarm and yearning tore through her as she struggled to breathe.
"Do you know what we are, Isabelle?" he demanded raggedly.
Her lips parted as she scanned his face anxiously. She knew what they were, and how she felt about him, but she wasn’t sure if he knew yet. She sure didn't know how he felt about her, and she wasn't about to tell him anything if he didn't feel the same way. His eyes were harsh and turbulent when they came back to hers. Her hand began to tremble on his cheek as her heart seemed to swell to the point of bursting.
"Do you?" she asked.
His mouth quirked in a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"Yes, I do," he admitted. Her breath froze in her lungs as tears sprang to her eyes. "You may have denied it, in the beginning, you may even be trying to deny it still, but you will accept it. Now."
She would have laughed over his command, except the look in his eyes, and his words left her momentarily speechless. She swallowed as her hand fell away from his face. "Do you realize what you're saying?" she asked.
"Yes, I do," he grated. "Do you understand what I'm telling you? You need to come to terms with this."
Isabelle laughed as emotions so profound and stunning blazed forth. His eyes darkened and flashed dangerously. She realized he didn't understand she wasn't laughing at him but because she was joyously happy.
"I have," she assured him quickly.
Gradually the animosity in his body eased, and a smile curved his sensual mouth. "Good."
The butterfly caress of his kiss caused her heart to race and her body to melt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back as she savored in the feel of his mouth against hers. When he licked her lips, she parted them to accept his eager, hot invasion.
Isabelle lost herself to the sensation of his mouth and body as he moved over her, tasting her, feeling her. Somewhere along the way, their clothes disappeared. She relished in the feel of his warm skin, and taut muscles as he slid over her. The coarse hair covering his broad chest amazed her as she ran her fingers through it and marveled in the differences between his body and hers. She circled his nipples, nipping, and licking at them until they hardened beneath her ministrations.
Stefan slid his hands leisurely over her satiny skin, memorizing every curve, every hollow. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, over her ribcage, and across her breasts. Isabelle arched further into him as he
