''Stefan....'' she began, his name escaping her lips in a whispery moan.
''Yes?'' he smiled, all the while planting delicate kisses along her collarbone. In a matter of minutes, Stefan intended to have the area fully exposed, as he began to skillfully relieve Sabrina of the silk blouse.
''When I said...that!'' she moaned. A sharp intake of breath was all that followed next as Sabrina's body responded to Stefan's hands and mouth descending her back. ''I meant the music,'' she finally managed, her breaths now coming in ragged spurts as Stefan's tongue began to dance along her spine.
''You want that I should stop?'' he challenged. The entire time, his hands continued to knead and cup her taut, round behind.
Her mind reeling, her body aflame, Sabrina struggled to try and be the voice of reason in the situation. But as her skirt landed at her feet in a hushed whisper, she knew reason had left the room long ago. The solid mass of chiseled muscle that was Stefan's chest pressed against her back. The rapid-fire pounding of his heart just barely surpassed that of her own. With the grace of a dancer, she spun to face him.
''Why do you do this to me?''
Any attempt Stefan may have made to respond was silenced as Sabrina grabbed him by the collar, sending his body crashing into hers.