Chapter 11
Francesca
His movements were slower. But not any less effective.
Not in the least.
Stefan's body put just the right amount of pressure—everywhere.
And he kissed me more. Not only on my mouth. He spent long moments kissing and licking my neck. Drawing tiny circles with the tip of his tongue that drove me wild.
Then he moved down to my breasts—kissing them in much the same way.
Slowly.
But with thoughtful intent.
As if he had days and days to do this.
It all felt so—wonderful.
And yet, so, so, so different from what he normally did when we were having sex.
I mean, yes, of course I was new to this whole thing. But we'd done it enough times for me to understand that this time was definitely different. And yet, I didn't know exactly why.
“Stefan,” I whispered, as my hands moved lazily up and down his back. He felt so good. So warm. So right.
“I'm right here, Chesca.” He licked my lower lip before kissing me again.
“What is—” my semi-drunk brain couldn't come up with the word I wanted to say.
“What is what?”
I sighed while his lips slowly kissed down to my breast again. “What is this?”
Stefan laughed and thrust into me. “That?”
I laughed, too. “No, this.”
His tongue licked my hard nipple. “This?”
I laughed and shook my head against the pillow. “No, Stefan.” Instinctively, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him tight. “This.”
He stopped moving for a moment and looked at me. “Do you finally feel it?” His voice held an edge to it. An edge that I didn't understand. He didn't wait for me to answer. “Fuck. You feel it, too.”
My hands drifted to his head, and I dug my fingers into his hair. “I feel it, Stefan. But I don't know what it is.”
He smiled like I'd never seen anyone smile before. “It's love, Francesca. Our love.”
My eyes widened as they filled with tears.
“Yes.” I blinked, forcing the tears to stream down the sides of my face and into my hair.
“That's what it is. That's exactly what it is.” The relief I felt now that it had a name was wonderful.
I smiled as Stefan started his slow—but effective—thrusts.
“I love you, Stefan. I've loved you ever since the first time our eyes met in the ER. I knew. I just knew.”
And it was true.
Even back then—I knew he was mine.