Stolen Identity: Mute Heiress

Chapter 354: Lovemaking (R18)

As soon as Stefan kissed Genevieve this time, his hands came around her waist and he pulled her into his arms until she was sitting on his lap, and straddling his thighs.

Her hands ran through his hair as she kissed him back, their bodies close, their hearts beating as one.

Stefan felt her body shake with need, and he knew he couldn’t deny her what she was asking for.

He lifted her, and carried her to his room, laying her down on his bed and following her down.

He kissed her, his hands roaming over her body, caressing her, exploring her.

He hooked her panties with his thumb, pulling them down as he moved down between her legs.

"Stefan, you don’t have to—" she began, but he cut her off with a soft kiss on her inner thigh.

"I want to," he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. "I want to give as much as I take."

Genevieve’s breath hitched as he moved closer, his breath hot against her wetness.

He kissed her there, his tongue flicking out, tasting her, teasing her. She moaned, her hands clutching the sheets as his mouth moved over her, licking, sucking, devouring her.

Stefan’s mouth was relentless, his tongue pushing her to the edge, and then pulling back, leaving her wanting more.

She writhed against him, her hips lifting off the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"Please," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please, Stefan, I need you."

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. "I need you too, Genevieve," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you."

She reached for him, pulling his lips back to hers.

Their kiss was passionate, desperate, and all-consuming. Their bodies moved together, their hands exploring, their lips tasting, their hearts beating as one.

Stefan slid inside her, slowly, gently, filling her, stretching her, making her feel complete.

She moaned against his lips, her body arching against his, her hips moving in time with his.

He thrust into her, his movements slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder, and deeper, his eyes locked on her face.

She felt the pleasure building, her body shaking with each thrust, her heart pounding in her chest, and her breath coming in gasps. She didn’t know it could feel this good, didn’t know she could feel so much.

She’d always given and had never received such pleasure in return. She felt a tear slide down her cheek, and immediately, Stefan froze.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked, pulling back a little.

Genevieve stopped him before he could pull out. "No. I’m fine. God, I’m fine," she cried. "This is just so wonderful. I’ve never experienced it this way. I’ve never even had anyone care if it was hurting or pleasurable."

Stefan’s gaze softened at that. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, then as he resumed thrusting again, his lips swallowing her moans, his tongue tangling with hers.

She felt herself getting closer to the edge, her body tensing, her muscles tightening.

"Stefan," she cried out, her voice muffled by his lips.

He lifted his head, looking into her eyes. "I love you, Genevieve," he whispered, his thrusts getting harder, faster.

She felt her body tighten, her muscles clenching, her toes curling. She felt the pleasure explode inside her, her body convulsing, her mind going blank.

Stefan kept thrusting, his hips moving fast, his breathing ragged.

She felt another wave of pleasure building, her body responding to his, her hips meeting his thrusts.

"Stefan, oh my god, Stefan," she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her nails leaving marks on his skin.

He grunted, his thrusts getting faster, harder, his body shaking.

He felt her tighten around him, her body clenching his cock, her moans filling the air.

He kept thrusting until his movements became erratic, and he lost control.

"I’m going to cum," he grunted, his voice hoarse as he pulled away from her, his body shaking, his heart pounding as he exploded onto the sheets.

They both lay spent, side by side, as they tried to catch their breaths.

After their breathing returned to normal, Stefan gathered her into his arms and kissed her lips softly, then lifted his head to look into her eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his thumb brushing away a tear.

She nodded, a smile on her lips. "That was the best sex I’ve ever had, Stefan. You’re the most considerate, wonderful lover I’ve ever had. I felt so good."

Stefan smiled, relief flooding through him. "I’m glad you enjoyed it. I was a bit worried."

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at him curiously.

"You are more experienced sexually. I can count the number of times I’ve had sex on one hand. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to satisfy you. Besides, I’ve never done that before. I mean..." his face reddened when he realised he didn’t know the right words to use to describe what he’d done.

An involuntary giggle escaped Genevieve’s lips before she could stop herself. "You’ve never gone down on a lady before?"

"Yeah. That. And it’s my first time having sex without protection," he said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Genevieve kissed him. "Thank you, Stefan."

"You don’t have to thank me. This was different for me too, and I loved it. I guess this is why they say lovemaking is different from sex."

They were both silent for a moment. Stefan lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, one arm wrapped around her. Genevieve rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin.

After a while, Stefan broke the silence, his voice quiet and thoughtful. "Do you really need to leave?"

She shifted slightly, lifting her head to look at him, but before she could respond, he continued talking, as if he needed to say it all before she answered.

"I grew up trying to be what people needed me to be," he said slowly. "From the orphanage, I learned early that love came when you behaved. When you didn’t ask for too much. So I got good at putting everyone else first."

His throat tightened. "But with you... it’s different. I don’t want to be selfless right now. I don’t want to let you go."

Genevieve listened, her eyes never leaving his.

"I know you believe that leaving is what you need," he continued. "And maybe you’re right. But you don’t have to face anything alone. You don’t have to leave to heal. I want to watch you grow. I want to root for you every step of the way. Right here."

He took a breath. "If you still want to go, I’ll respect it. I just needed you to know how I truly feel." he let out a deep breath like he’d emptied his heart.