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Denise woke up to an empty bed, but she could still hear Stefan in the kitchen. For those few seconds she could honestly see the appeal of a blissful domestic life, with maybe a few children running around. That seemed nice, normalcy seemed great. She was quickly reminded that nothing was normal when it came to her and Stefan. There was nearly a thirty year age gap. Not to mention he was a fucking vampire and she hosted underground parties. Denise ambled into the kitchen wearing nothing but her after glow. Stefan was chopping vegetables and had to do a double take.
"Why don't you become like a chef?" She said getting closer.
"Because I only cook for naked beautiful women." He said stealing glances at his girlfriend.
Denise slowly walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her hands trailed up his chest as she smiled to herself. She could feel his heartbeat speed beneath her fingertips.
"I love you," she whispered against him. Stefan could feel the weight of it. She'd never said it before. Denise wasnt very affectionate, but she loved strong. Her love was heavy and hard earned. Stefan could only ever hope to be loved half as much as she loved her sister.
He carefully put down his knife and turned toward Denise, holding her gaze.
"I love you," he said bringing her hands to his lips.
Always cheeky, "How the hell'd that happened? " She asked before kissing him. She pressed tender kisses to his lips and cheeks, down his neck, and over his collar bone. Her hands trailed under his undershirt.
Stefan relished the feel of her warm skin under his hands as he groped handfuls of her ass and pulled her in tight. Denise took in a sharp breath when she felt his hardness press against her through his sweats. That was all the encouragement he needed. He lifted her up as her legs immediately wrapped around him. He sat her on the counter behind her as she kissed and nibbled at his neck. Stefan palmed her breasts, squeezing her dark nipples between his fingers. Denise couldn't wait another second, she loved him and the sound of his ecstasy was exhilarating. She pushed his sweats past his hips and stroked the length of his hardness. Stefan looked down and marveled at the sight of her long brown fingers wrapped around his swollen cock. His heart thrummed as Denise rubbed it against her clit wetting his head with her warm sweetness. She placed the tip at her enhance, her gaze filled with unadulterated longing.
Stefan pushed into her and relished her moan. She loved the way he filled her so completely and just the sound of his laboured breathing left her pussy sopping. She nibbled at his ear as he picked up speed, grunting into her neck.
"I love all of you, the best and the worst," Denise rasped near his ear, "you're the only man that I ever want. Fuck this pussy, cause it's yours. It's all for you."
Stefan was turned on by her and he couldn't get enough. He braced his hands on the cabinets above her head and sawed into her relentlessly.
"You're the only one who can get it wet, the only one who can make me cum. Oh fuck, make me cum," She said between moans and whimpers.
Stefan didn't stop or slow down until she was trembling and screaming out her orgasm. He kept up his pace until her thighs tightened around him and her whole body spasmed. Her wet hole clamped around his cock in a wonderful vise grip. He came thrusting deep inside her.
They stayed like that for what felt like hours pressing kisses to each other's heated slick skin.
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Gian reached out for Delia even before he was awake. He wanted to hold her close and press kisses to her forehead, cheeks, and neck. Don't get him wrong, he wanted to do that every time he woke up but finally he could. He opened his eyes when he didn't feel her near.
She was probably in that shower that she loved so much. Gian pulled himself up. He was going to join her, something else he thought about a lot. She wasn't there but she had been, the room was still a bit steamy. Gian took a quick shower, thinking there was only one other place she could be.
Hair still wet and wearing only boxer briefs, Gian padded into the living room happy to find Delia on the couch reading but something was wrong. She jumped when she saw him and gave him a chagrin smile.
"Good Afternoon," she said trying to discreetly wipe her eyes. They were swollen and glassy.
"What's wrong? What happened? " he asked kneeling in front of her. He took the book from her hands before engulfing them in his. Gian's heart sank, did she regret last night did she regret him. He knew he should have resisted.
"It's nothing," she said avoiding his gaze.
"Goddamn it, Nothing is always making girls cry. If I ever find that mother fucker..."
Delia laughed, finally looking him in his eyes.
"I'm sorry about last night," she said when her laughter died, "I should have warned you, I'm a bit braver when I'm drunk and I didn't mean to -I mean, I meant to, but not like-I just don't want things to be weird now and I might have-" She buried her face in her hands shaking her head.
Gian was trying his best to follow what had just happened when it dawned on him. He breathed a breath of relief.
"You're embarrassed," he said as a matter of fact, peeling her hands away from her face. Delia couldn't respond she just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Gian took her silence as a 'yes'.
He smiled widely, "You shouldn't be embarrassed. I had fun you had fun. That's all that matters."
Delia looked away from his smiling green eyes, her face still burned with embarrassment. "Of course, who wouldn't have "fun" when a girl is just throwing herself at them."
Gian turned her face back toward him holding her there, "Don't you get it?" He asked thumbing the tears from her cheek, "You're my mate and I'm yours. I love you, Delia Aiko Camden. I love everything about you. I live for you and I'd die for you."
Her heart skipped with hope. joy and admittedly a bit of wariness, "Gian, don't say it if you don't mean it."
She wanted to believe him, and a part of her did, but she couldn't so easily give herself over to the joy she teetered on. She couldn't bear to find herself falling for something that wasn't real.
"I literally tried and failed to live without you. Since that very first day when you angrily told me off at a gas station at five in the morning. I knew you were meant for me and I for you. Before you came in my life I didn't have a reason to live. I was counting the days until I died or eventually killed myself. You, Delia, you saved me by just being you and being with me."
Delia was speechless, a million different emotions ran through her and tears pricked her eyes anew. It was his complete sincerity and the adoration that sparkled through his eyes that gave her permission to lose herself in the joy blooming inside of her. She tried to put into words the relief and amazement, the love and utter joy, but nothing came out.
"Say something," Gian said, his gaze becoming a bit worried.
