Stefan's POV
The sound of my name on her lips was a ragged, breathy surrender. It wasn't a 'no. It was a plea. A confession. It was the final, fragile wall crumbling to dust, and I was there to watch it fall.
She didn't want to stop. Her body had been screaming it since the kitchen, since my fingers were inside her, since she'd arched her back and moaned for her stepson. All her words, her weak little pushes, were just the last pathetic twitches of a conscience that had already lost the war. Her eyes, wide and dark and drowning in desire, told me everything. Her p***y, dripping onto her thighs, had been shouting it for minutes.
Our little game had come to an end. A strong, intense feeling surged through me. She was mine.
I didn't say a word. There was nothing left to say. In one swift
