Their mouths met in a raw, ravenous kiss.
Sabrina ached for him so badly she thought she would surely lose her mind. No other man had ever aroused her to such a state of unbridled passion. With each touch, each, kiss, she had to fight the urge to cry out.
Coherent thought and speech were no longer options, Stefan reasoned, as strong, slender fingers toyed with the waistband of his silk boxers.
''Stay.''
It wasn't a command. Neither was it a plea.
Stefan knew words had no place between them at a moment such as this, still he had to make his feelings known.
Sabrina's only response was to press her finger lightly against his lips.
Refusing to be deterred, Stefan reasoned what she refused to hear from him, she would feel.
Looking across the way at Stefan's reflection in the wall-length mirror, Sabrina's breath caught in her throat as she beheld the sight of Stefan making love to her. She knew not which gave her more indescribable pleasure, the sight of his magnificent nude form as it moved to a sinuous, silent rhythm...or his slow, deep, measured thrusts.
Mesmerized by the sight of them coupled together, Sabrina could not tear her eyes away. The hunger in her eyes was only superseded by her love for him as she watched the spellbinding play of sinew and flesh as his body molded itself to hers. Her legs wrapped tightly about his waist, Sabrina offered up a throaty moan as Stefan buried himself to the hilt within her. She knew what he wanted, but she couldn't...no, she wouldn't give in.
''No,'' she moaned.
''Yes,'' Stefan murmured, continuing to deliver slow, teasing thrusts.
Each time Sabrina answered in refusal, Stefan only increased his efforts. He knew his varied rhythm was driving her (as well as him) to madness. Starting at the base of Sabrina's throat, his mouth began a slow, aching descent. He was determined that what few shreds of resistance there were within Sabrina would be stripped away. The sweet agony of release looming on the horizon for both, their sounds of pleasure filled the room.