Stefan placed a gentle kiss on Laura’s forehead. It was almost his way of saying “Thank you” for her declaration of her love for him. When he pulled away from her slightly, he was frowning. Would her lips taste any different now that he knew she loved him? He captured her mouth with his, and, if anything, she tasted sweeter. “I love you”, he rasped before settling his lips more firmly against hers. Another taste of her, and then another. “I love you”, he whispered again. She pulled away from him and when he captured her lips again, he could taste her smile. His arm tightened around her shoulders and he pulled her closer to him, feeling the soft length of her press against him.

Laura’s fingers wound into his hair, drawing him even closer. Her breath was hot against his cheek. “I want you,” she whispered into his mouth around his thrusting tongue.

“Yes,” he replied softly into her mouth. His lips continued to nibble on hers when he added, “But not here. The mood should be right.”

She chuckled huskily against his lips. “I’m already in the mood, Stefan. But if you insist, meet me in your bedroom in five minutes. I’ll be waiting.” Laura stepped away from him and treated him to one of her secretive smiles. When he groaned softly, she reached up to caress his cheek. “I love you.”

She turned from him and almost floated across the study to the door. Very soon, she would take him as her lover again. Never had she been so sure of what she wanted. The memories played through her mind as she dashed through
the salon, gathering candles and the lighter. There wasn’t much time to spare. He would be coming to her soon. She could feel her nipples tightening, rubbing against her bra. How she longed to feel his lips on them, to watch him suckle her. She wanted to feel his weight on top of her, pressing her into the mattress, to bury her face in the crook of his neck and inhale the scent which was his alone. A part of her wanted to skip the foreplay. She was already on fire for him. But the memories of what he could do to her with his strong, sure fingers and his soft furry lips were too tempting. “Oh, Stefan,” she sighed to herself.  “Forgive me. It has been too long.”

With her arms full of candles, she walked into his bedroom. Her eyes were drawn to the bed and the images of what was to come played through her mind. Moaning softly, she tore her eyes from the place where she would be with him and went about setting the candles and lighting them. Her hand shook slightly in anticipation.

***

Downstairs, Stefan paced around his study. A grin played around his lips. Laura loved him. This day had been fraught with disappointment. Nikolas was not his son. Helena had come to toy with him, standing too close and exuding her sick sensuality, bombarding his senses to distract him. He should be concentrating on the perils closing in around him. But.....Laura loved him. She was waiting for him in his bedroom, waiting for him to go to her, to make love to her. His green eyes began to blaze with his passion. No, he shook himself. He had to get a grip on himself. He did not wish to frighten her with the intensity of his passion for her. A part of him wanted to run up the stairs to her but another part of him, the more prudent part, wanted to rediscover every inch of her to make a memory which might have to last him for a lifetime.

Stepping to his desk, he lifted the telephone and waited for a moment. “Yes. Mrs. Lansbury, I do not wish to be disturbed this evening for any reason.” He glanced around the study while he spoke. “I am afraid I have made a bit of a mess in my study. Would you be so kind as to straighten up after me?” He paused, listening to her assurances she would attend to matters. “Thank you,” he replied, hanging up the phone.

He checked his watch. One more minute, a minute which would seem like an eternity. Laura was waiting. Or was she? A brief moment of uncertainty assailed him. What if she had left? His heart began to race. “Laura?,” he whispered to the room. The memory of her words, her glowing face when she uttered the words he had longed to hear, “Stefan, do you know how much I love you?,” washed over him. Laura loved him. For tonight, they belonged to each other.

The clock in the hall chimed softly. It was time. His purposeful stride carried him from the room, but by the time he reached the stairs which would carry him to his lady love, caution had left him. Mrs. Lansbury watched as he took the stairs two at a time, his fingers loosening the buttons of his collar.

The door to his bedroom was closed. He stopped before it, momentarily confused. Should he knock? A grin pulled at his lips. No. Before, on the island, he had always slipped quietly into her room. He squared his shoulders and started to reach for the door knob. He paused for a moment instead. When he had gone to her in the past, he had worn as little clothing as possible since their time together was precious. Shrugging his jacket off, he held it in one hand and opened the door, silently stealing into the room, wanting to watch her for a moment as she made the room her own.

He was not disappointed. The room was aglow with the light of the candles she had gathered. Her touch was evident in their placement. She was lighting the last candle she had placed on the far side of the bed. Did the candles enhance her luminance or did they draw their glow from her? He casually tossed his jacket over the chair while he watched her.

She could feel the force of his personality when he entered the room and she looked up to gaze at him. He looked younger, somehow, or was that just a trick of her memory? She laid the lighter on the bedside table beside the candle and turned to face him across his bed. She smiled ever so slightly. She was the flame and he was the moth drawn to her. He crossed to stand opposite of her, the expanse of the bed between them. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes for several long moments, savoring the sight of each other in the candlelight. Laura’s knee rose and she crawled onto the bed. She was wrong. He was the flame and she was the moth.

Stefan’s movements matched Laura’s as they walked on their knees to meet each other in the middle of the bed. He was almost afraid to reach for her, afraid to shatter the magic of the moment. But her lips were so full, so inviting when she leaned toward him. His head bent to capture her lips, his hands rose to cup her hips. Her hands slid up his chest to rest on his shoulders. She moaned softly into his mouth and his hands slid up to her waist.

Laura’s breasts brushed his chest when she settled back on her heels to look at him. He gazed down at her before matching her pose. “All the years, I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered, his voice husky with his desire.

“It’s not a dream, anymore,” she smiled at him.

Stefan was lost in her secretive smile. He leaned forward to kiss her and she rose to meet him. His hand cupped the back of her neck to support her as he laid her down on his bed, his lips not leaving hers until she was almost prone. He hovered above her for a moment on his hands and knees, his hand spreading her hair about her. He wanted to treasure
the moment but he had to taste her again. Very slowly, he leaned down to capture her lips, his medallion coming loose from his shirt and resting on her chest. He was almost jealous of the symbol of his family’s legacy, touching her where his lips longed to roam. Yet it was difficult to tear himself away from the taste of her lips on his, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths.

Laura’s hands rose to play in his hair, the luxurious mane of golden brown, so thick and soft. She moaned softly, her senses alive with the scent of him, the feel of his lips on hers, his hot tongue thrusting into her mouth. She felt his groan at the same time she heard it and a feeling of power washed through her. She knew she could bring him to his knees before her but that was not what she wanted. She wanted to join him in this bed as his equal. His lips left hers and blazed a trail to her neck. He worked his way lower to her upper chest and she rose to meet him. She couldn’t stand this. She had to feel his naked chest beneath her fingertips.

Before Stefan realized it, they were sitting on their heels on the bed again. Laura began to unbutton his shirt, the backs of her fingers brushing against his chest with each button which was loosened. Her touch was like fire against his skin. Her soft hands brushed against his shoulders when she pulled his shirt from him. She moaned again, the sight of his magnificent chest inflamed her.

Almost reading her thoughts, Stefan’s fingers began to undo the buttons of her blouse. She wanted to feel his naked chest against hers. In anticipation, she shrugged the blouse from her shoulders, her hands rising to roam up his chest to his shoulders while he leaned forward for another kiss. He lowered her to the bed again, the backs of her fingers brushing sensuously down his arm. Just her gentle, innocent touch was almost more than he could take. He had to feel her body beneath him. As he lowered himself slowly onto her, the touch of the silk of her slip was so soft, yet he suddenly remembered how much softer the feel of her skin would be. His medallion bumped against her chin. She reached to pull it over his head. Laura was the only woman he had ever allowed to remove the medallion because it seemed only right for her to do so. When they met as lovers, it was only as Laura and Stefan, no Cassadines or Spencers would come between them.

The chain to his medallion caught in his hair, bringing back memories of past times when she had done the same thing. With a gentle tug, the medallion slipped over his head. He leaned down to lightly kiss the tip of her nose and she smiled her 1000-watt smile. She loved this man who was so tender, so passionate, so full of the dreams she had inspired. He returned her smile and, in that instant, she knew he was remembering the times they had spent in each other’s arms, that despite the circumstances, it always felt so right. His long, hard body pressed against hers and she resisted the urge to grind her hips against his. She wanted to savor the feel of him pressing against her for a moment.

It had to be a dream. His beloved Laura was stretched out beneath him, smiling at him and him alone. There were no ghosts in the room, just the beating of two hearts united in love. Suddenly, he became a man with a mission. He was on a quest to rediscover the woman who had inhabited his dreams and his heart for so many years. He briefly nibbled her lips once more before blazing a trail to her neck. The scent of her filled him, inflamed him. Her touch on his back was feather light. His tongue found the base of her throat and with it, he could feel the pounding of her pulse. Very lightly, he ran the tip of his tongue over her collarbone until he met the straps of her slip and bra. He slid his tongue between the straps and lowered the strap to the slip across her shoulder and down her arm.

“Stefan,” she whispered, her voice husky and languid, a silky sound which assaulted his senses. Her body had come alive at his touch. She was aware of every inch of her skin and longed for him to touch every millimeter of it. A grin played about her lips. Why was it she thought in the metric system when she was with him? She gasped when his tongue traced its way back up her arm and across her collarbone to repeat his actions on her other slip strap. Her nipples were hard nubs straining against the fabric of her bra, pointing up to him, wanting his attentions. She thought for a moment she would get her wish when his tongue traced its way back to the base of her throat and his head dipped lower. Instead, he gently caught the fabric of her slip between his teeth and pulled it to her waist. He nuzzled against the soft skin of her belly, his goatee tickling her. She wound her fingers into his hair, holding him against her.

Stefan knew what she wanted but he decided to steal just one moment for himself. His arms circled her waist and he rolled her over on the bed. His fingers quickly worked the zipper on her skirt and he slid it down her legs along with her slip. His eyes rested on her rounded bottom covered in black lace. He could not stop the groan which rumbled from him. He lowered himself onto her again, his erection straining against his trousers, nestling against her delectable ass. His furry lips nibbled on her shoulder, working their way to her neck.  Although he tried not to, his hips thrust against her, his erection pressing into the crack of her ass through her panties. Again, his lips were on the move, this time in a quest for her ear. “I love you,” he whispered a brief instant before his tongue delved into her ear. His hands lowered to cup the cheeks of her ass, kneading them, spreading them slightly so his erection was safely nestled there.

Laura’s hips rose to welcome him to snuggle closer to her. His hot breath tickled her ear. She squirmed beneath him, wanting more. Instead, he moved away from her. She heard him draw a deep breath and felt his fingers slid up her back to loosen the clasp to her bra. When the clasp fell open, he kissed her in the middle of her back, sending shivers through her. “Oh, Stefan,” she sighed.

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispered. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and slid them from her. She lay naked before him, his Laura, his love. He settled back on his heels, his eyes raking down the length of her. Yet he wasn’t expecting her to roll over and shrug out of her bra. His gaze was drawn to her nipples, erect and begging to be kissed. He started to lean down to her but her hand on his chest stopped him.

“Not yet, my love,” she whispered, sitting up on the bed. Her hand reached out to caress his erection through his trousers. “I want your naked body next to mine.” He rose to his knees to give her better access to him. Her fingers made quick work of his belt buckle, the button and the zipper. His erection was still hidden from view behind his black silk boxers but the small damp spot above the head of his hidden penis brought her a rush of joy. Her finger circled the spot, pressing against his tip and his penis jerked. She smiled, her hand cupping his length for a moment before she hooked her thumbs in his boxers and slid them over his hips. His erection sprung free before her. She almost gasped, her nostrils flaring. How could she have forgotten how huge he was when he was engorged and ready for her? She marveled at his length in much the same way she would marvel at a work of art. She lightly ran her fingertips down his penis and was rewarded with the sound of him drawing a sharp breath into his lungs.  As if drawn by an invisible magnet, her head started forward to taste him.

He grabbed her shoulders and held her back. “No, Laura,” he whispered. “Not yet.” Carefully, he lowered her back on his bed. He hovered above her for a moment before stretching out beside her, his erection pressing against her soft thigh. They gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, the blue of hers deepened with her desire, the green of his grew richer and darker.

Slowly, they began to kiss again, simply enjoying the taste of each other and the touch of their naked bodies being side by side again. The memories blended with the newness of it all. Their senses came alive.

Stefan began to fondle her breast while he kissed her, the kisses growing deeper. Laura’s hand covered his, her fingertips caressing the back of his hand lightly while he rediscovered her breast. His lips moved from hers to nuzzle against her neck, blazing a meandering trail across her upper chest until they replaced his hand on her breast. His tongue flicked her nipple and she hoarsely whispered his name. “Stefan. My love.” Her fingers wound into his hair, holding him to her. She felt his smile against her.

His now free hand wandered across her abdomen to play in the soft curls covering her mound. He smiled again when her hips lifted to meet his hand, tilting to invite him to explore her depths. How could he refuse? As she spread her legs for him, he could feel her heat, yet it surprised him when he touched her and found her so wet and ready before he had even caressed her. His long finger slid into her and she writhed against him, a sound coming from her throat which was almost a purr. ‘May the gods have mercy,’ he thought to himself. How could he have forgotten what a tigress she could be in the throes of her passion? Perhaps the gods had shown their mercy to him in the years he was parted from her, dimming his memory of the consuming power of their joining, lest he be driven totally mad. As his lips kissed their way across her chest, he inserted another finger into her, driving deeply when he caught her other nipple with his teeth. He nipped at the hard nub and felt her tightening spasm clutch at his fingers, pulling him deeper into her velvet heat. Her hand moved from his hair to cover his questing hand between her legs, holding him deeply inside her. With his thumb, he began to toy with her clit and another spasm swept through her.

“Such sweet torture,” she whispered.

“Yes,” he agreed softly against her breast. His hips ground briefly against her thigh, leaving a spot of silky stickiness as his erection nestled between her leg and his belly. “Such blissful torture.”

“Please, Stefan,” she groaned and he knew what she wanted. His lips moved from her breast to nuzzle her belly. As he inched closer to her mound, the scent of the juices of her passion assailed him. His mouth watered in anticipation of sampling the full flavor of her.

She could feel his hot breath against her as he settled between her legs. With one hand, he continued to toy with her breast, the fingers of his other hand continued to thrust into her. She whimpered when he paused to look at her face, blowing his breath across her clit. The tip of his tongue flicked against her clit and she inhaled sharply. She allowed him to tease her for a few moments before she ground her hips against his face. He accepted her invitation and began to suckle her. She felt like she would explode.

It amazed him that he still knew her rhythms so easily after all these years. He fell into the pattern he recalled, teasing her to the brink and easing her away from it. She was soon squirming against the bed, deriving immeasurable pleasure from his delicious torture. She could languidly submit to his attentions all night, however, it was his desire to feel her shattering climax which urged him on to finish the deed. He had been holding back, allowing her to enjoy herself. He drew a deep breath and unleashed his tongue on her to work his special magic. In a matter of minutes, his efforts were rewarded. She cried his name in wonder as her entire body shook with her orgasm. He shifted slightly to lay his head on her belly, feeling her shutters subsiding, not sure if he was allowing her the time to catch her breath or if he needed the moment to gain his own. His heart was pounding in his chest, joyfully celebrating the pleasure he had brought to her.

Her hand rose to cup his cheek and he turned his head to place a gentle kiss in her palm. Her palm led to her wrist and he began to lick his way slowly up her arm, his body sliding upwards against hers. Her fingers were wound tightly in his hair by the time he had reached her neck. He wanted to nuzzle against it but she wouldn’t allow him. Her hand guided his lips to hers. She wanted to taste the mixture of her juices on his sweet mouth. His body was pressed against her and she reached with her other hand to grasp his erection. He thought she was going to guide him into her and he started to thrust against her, but her other arm had moved around his back and she pulled him further on top of her, above her waist. He allowed her to guide him wherever it pleased her. He lifted himself off of her slightly so she knew he was following her lead. He had no idea what to expect from her.

With her hand wrapped firmly about his throbbing penis, she guided it to her chest and pressed it firmly between her breasts. He thrust against her chest and could feel the beat of her heart matching his pulse in his loins. She bent her head to kiss his tip and the strength in his arms fled in an instant. Before he could crush her with his falling weight, he rolled to the side and she followed him. With a gentle push, she rolled him on his back, rising above him to gaze at his magnificent chest. His nipples were as hard as hers and she could not resist them.

“Laura!,” he cried, tears coming to his eyes when she began to suckle him. Every hair on his body stood on end. Her gentle hand began to stroke him, squeezing drops of his own juices from him onto his belly. When she shifted on the bed to lower her head to his engorged length, he was surprised she did not take him into her mouth right away. Instead, she paused to lick the drops from his belly. This simple act drove him wild. He didn’t think there was any way he could become harder, but when her hot breath blew down his length, he was afraid his skin would split apart. He ached for her, the pain was almost more than he could bear. Only the feel of her mouth gliding over him eased the agony, replacing the pain with a pleasure which was indescribable. Her hand began to lightly and gently massage his balls. He forgot to breath.

Laura kept waiting for his gasp of pleasure. It took her a few moments to realize he was holding his breath. She smiled around his length, knowing exactly how to remind him of his need for air. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could and then lightly bit him around his base. He sucked in a hearty lung full of air, his hands rising to wrap into her silky hair. Her own desires led her in her administrations. Her tongue danced around him as she sucked and teased his length. His hips thrust upward, matching the rhythms of her mouth while she gave to him the pleasure he had so recently brought to her. She could feel the skin of his scrotum tighten and she sucked harder.

“No,” he groaned, pulling her away from him.

She leaned on her elbow, gazing at his flushed face. “No?,” she teased, her eyebrow shooting up under her mussed bangs.

“Kiss me, Laura,” he whispered.

“Very well,” she replied. She rose on her knees and leaned over to capture his mouth with hers, her breasts lightly brushing his chest. With a quickness which surprised him, she straddled him and impaled herself on his length. As her velvety heat wrapped around him, she whispered into his mouth, “I love you, Stefan.”

He felt as if his heart would burst with his joy, her words as much of a pleasure to him as the feeling of being buried deep within her. She molded herself to him and began to move. His hands lowered to cup her hips, guiding her motions to give them both the maximum pleasure. He allowed her to ride him for several minutes before the urge to have her under him became overwhelming.

“Now, Laura,” he whispered, sitting up to hold her tightly to him, shifting her so he could be on top. “I love you,” he added, as he thrust into her deeply. Her hips rose to meet him, her heat tightened around his length.

Quickly, they were thrusting together with wild abandon, allowing the sensations to flow around them, through them. He could feel her passions rising within her again and he matched her ardor with his own. “Stefan!,” she cried, feeling the muscles in his back bunching beneath her hands.

“My love!,” he answered, knowing one more thrust would send them both over the edge. He drove into her deeply and their world shattered around them. They clung tightly to each other, their bodies shaking with the power of their orgasms. It was several minutes before either one of them regained enough strength to shift positions. Even as he rolled off of her, she clung to him, nestling into the crook of his arm, her head resting on his chest. They lay there, wrapped in each others arms for even longer, she wondering to herself why she had waited so long to return to him, he wondering how long it would be before she left him again. The moment was shrouded in an uncertain joy.

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