As soon as Stefan kissed Genevieve this time, his hands came around her waist and he pulled her into his arms until she was sitting on his lap, and straddling his thighs.
Her hands ran through his hair as she kissed him back, their bodies close, their hearts beating as one.
Stefan felt her body shake with need, and he knew he couldn't deny her what she was asking for.
He lifted her, and carried her to his room, laying her down on his bed and following her down.
He kissed her, his hands roaming over her body, caressing her, exploring her.
He hooked her panties with his thumb, pulling them down as he moved down between her legs.
"Stefan, you don't have to—" she began, but he cut her off with a soft kiss on her inner thigh.
"I want to," he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. "I want to give as much as I take."
Genevieve's breath hitched as he moved closer, his breath hot against her wetness.
