Chapter 52: Chapter 52

Annabelle's POV

We were lost in each other's eyes and time seemed to stand still around us. "Rosie," he whispered hoarsely, making a tremor go down my body. His dark eyes, and his erratic breathing made me throb all over. I knew that I needed him to kiss me, to show me how much I meant to him. I was overwhelmed already that he really loved me. The knowledge gave me an incredible feeling and my heart started beating faster and faster. I wanted him to show me how much he loved me.

He seemed to understand the look in my eyes as he slowly lowered his head and hungrily crashed his lips to mine. It was what I had been waiting for. I moaned, surrendering to him already. It was a rough, intense, and passionate kiss that took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and fisted my hands into his silky soft hair. Stefan groaned, his arm tightening around my waist as he crushed me to his body. His other hand tangled into my hair to steady my head and deepen the kiss. A deep need burned at the pit of my stomach and I willingly parted my tongue for him. He plunged his hot tongue into my mouth, eliciting a moan from me. The sound seemed to arouse him more since his tongue grazed along my lips, played a duel with my tongue, sucked, and tortured me, and devoured me.

My whole body was on fire as I kissed him back with equal fervor. He groaned with pleasure while his hands molded me to his body. We couldn't get enough of each other. We both knew that this was forever. We couldn't live without each other. As he branded my lips with his, possessively making me his for life, I willingly surrendered myself to him. The desire to make love to him and show him how much he meant to me was utmost on my mind.

He kissed me more and his mouth trailed down my jawline to the sweet spot on my neck. He just didn't taste me, he sucked there marking me, torturing me, making me crave more. There was strange electricity in the air, an attraction that made them unable to stay away from one another even for a second. We were soon breathing hard as we stared at one another hungrily.

"Do you need me as I need you, Rosy?" He asked, his eyes dark like a storm was brewing in them, his pupils dilated with desire. It was obvious that he was trying hard to restrain himself, only he had no idea that I didn't want him to. I wanted all of him. I wanted to surrender to him completely.

"I need you more, " I confessed and he raised an eyebrow at my retort. Obviously, he hadn't expected that.

"Is that so? Then we have to do something about it, right?" He asked with a wink. He suddenly picked me up in his arms, bridal style, and carried me to the bed.

"Tell me, Rosy, do you want me inside you? Do you want me to make wild love to you? Do you want me to devour you? Because that's exactly what I plan to do the whole night. And I cannot be gentle this time," He said, his breathing hitched as he stripped right in front of me. His eyes bore into mine daring me to look away. I didn't, I missed him so much that I stared at his magnificent, ripped body like a needy woman.

"Yes, I want all of that and more," I said, my eyes hooked onto his, loving his dirty talk more than ever. His eyes widened at my retort and he gave me a skew little smile that took my breath away. I couldn't look away, mesmerized by his magnificent body which had me hypnotized. The truth was that I didn't want to look away. Stefan belonged to me and I watched him give me a strip show with a smirk on his face.

"Enjoying yourself, babe? It's all yours," he whispered as he came over to me. He followed me into the bed and hovered over me, grinding his massive arou*al into me. I touched him, stroking him there and he groaned, yanking my clothes away from me hastily.

He stripped me of the last piece of clothing that covered me, his eyes roaming shamelessly all over me. "Tell me who you belong to, Rosy, " he said, his voice husky with desire.

"You, Stefan. Only you," I whispered and his harsh intake of breath was enough to tell me that he was satisfied with my answer. His hot fingers trailed to my soaking wetness, his fingers played with my dripping folds, making me throb and moan with need. I arched my body to give him more access.

"So wet, and only mine, " he spoke in a raspy, se*y voice. A gasp and a moan escaped my mouth, when his fingers entered my wet folds, thrusting in and out of me. I closed my eyes with pleasure, my hands clutching onto his broad shoulders for support. He suddenly stopped and I cried out.

"Don't stop please," he went down to where his fingers were and caressed my soaking wet folds with his lips, thrusting his tongue and sucking me wildly. I felt an enormous amount of heat pool in my stomach as if waiting to erupt. He increased his tempo and I explosively came undone right into his mouth, my body shuddering at the intensity of it all.

He licked me clean and positioned himself above me and entered me with a hard thrust, his massive length filling inside me completely. I held him to myself, as he pounded into me. This was what I had wanted for the last two days. I wanted to melt in his arms, I wanted him to make love to me as we had before.

It was the most touching moment of my life as we made love, again and again, not getting enough of each other. As we lay against each other, sated, and more in love than we had ever been before, a small tear of happiness fell from my eye. Stefan collected onto his finger like a pearl drop and kissed my forehead to comfort me.

"Don't cry, love. I'm here. We'll never be apart after this," he promised.

"I'm sorry Stefan. I'm sorry that I left without informing you," I whispered. I knew that I should now confess as well.

"Why did you leave Rosy? If you had any doubts you could have talked to me. You're more precious than anyone else in my life. Please promise me, you'll never ever do such a thing again," he asked on an emotional note, his voice heavy with emotion.

"I promise, Stefan. Now that I know how much you love me, I promise you that we will be forever together. I'll never leave you again, " I said, comforting him. He tightened his hold over me to show how much he appreciated my promise to him.

"I'm glad, babe. So why did you leave?" He asked curiously. I was in a dilemma. How would he react if he knew the truth? He still hadn't told me anything about himself.

I knew that I should explain my behavior to him. So I decided to come out clean and tell him everything.

"I received a phone call from Mr. Henry Campbell, my lawyer, for the transfer of my trust fund to my name. He also said that my father had remarried without my knowledge, and his second wife laid a claim to our ancestral house in Princeton, which was in my father's name. Mr. Campbell wanted me to talk to her. He would leave for New Zealand next week so he wanted to complete all formalities this week," I said as I laid my head on his chest. He sat on the bed and pulled me onto his lap.

"Why didn't you tell me, baby, we could have come here together," He said softly stroking my hair, molding me into him.

"I went to your study to tell you. I saw you hugging Claudia and I thought you both were getting back together. I was hurt, Stefan. You never told me that you loved me. So I thought that she was back in your life and you didn't need me anymore. I thought that since she was Arielle's mom, you would accept her back and prefer her over me. I was confused and acted without thinking. I'm sorry for all the trouble that I have caused all of you, " I said as a tear rolled down my eye.

"Oh Rosy. What will I do with you and your overthinking? You should have come in and demanded an answer instead of leaving quietly. You have every right to do so. You should have trusted me enough Rosy, " he said, holding me close to him.

"I trust you Stefan but I'm still in the dark about your past and we never planned a future together. So how could I be sure? I didn't know why you hugged her, Stefan," I couldn't help but say it aloud. If he hated her so much then why did he embrace her?

"I get it that you were hurt and jealous, but you've tortured me a lot with your impulsiveness," said Stefan.

"Wouldn't you be jealous if I hugged a man that way?" I asked him impatiently. His eyes darkened immediately.

"I would have murdered him instantly," he growled and I rolled my eyes.

"I felt the same way, Stefan. Tell me, is it wrong?" I asked, trying to get my point across.

"No darling, It's absolutely right. You have every right to feel that way. The only thing wrong was leaving me without informing me. I wouldn't have minded if you would have murdered her!" said Stefan with a chuckle.

"Alright, punish me then," I said with a giggle. Stefan raised an eyebrow at me and smiled that same skew little smile again.

"I will, I will," he swore taking my breath away.