The first rays of dawn were just beginning to stain the sky a bruised purple when Stefan moved. His command from moments before- on your hands and knees- still hung in the cool air, but he didn’t let her assume the position. Instead, his hands, which had been stroking her cheek, snapped to her wrists. In one fluid, powerful motion, he rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her up, guiding her until she was standing, her front pressed flush against the rough bark of a wide pine.
“Wha-?” Hazel’s question was cut off as he used his body to pin her there, his chest a solid wall against her back, his thighs caging hers. The bark scraped her tender n*****s, a sharp, sweet pain that made her gasp.
“I told you,” he murmured, his lips against the shell of her ear. His voice was a dark, thrilling
