Craving my sister’s fiancé

Chapter 9

Daphne’s pov

I knew I sounded desperate, but I didn't care. I was finally this close to him, and the thought of him stopping was unbearable. His eyes were glued to mine, dark and filled with a hunger that matched my own. He wanted this just as much as I did.

“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “Please, f**k me.”

He didn't wait another second. His lips slammed against mine in a hard, bruising kiss. My hands shook as I reached for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling until they finally gave way. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull the shirt off and toss it aside. When he lowered himself back down, the feeling of his bare chest against my skin made me gasp.

The kiss grew even more intense. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him. Our muffled moans were the only sounds filling the quiet room.

Stefan pulled back slightly, his face flushed and his breathing heavy. He looked completely intoxicated by me. “Have you ever...?” he asked, his voice trailing off.

“No,” I whispered, looking straight into his eyes. “I saved myself because I knew you were the only one who deserved to be inside me.”

A small, tender smile touched his lips. It was a look of pure possession.

“I’m going to put a finger in,” he murmured, his hand sliding down between my thighs.

I nodded, my heart thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird.

His hand moved between my legs, and I felt the sudden, cool pressure of his fingers against me. When he pushed one finger inside, a small whimper escaped my throat before I could stop it. It wasn’t painful, just overwhelming—a full, stretching sensation that made my breath hitch.

He didn't look away. His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and intense, watching every tiny change in my expression. He began to stroke slowly, sliding in and out, and I whimpered again, my hips instinctively arching toward him.

"Are you okay?" he whispered. His voice was low and steady.

I couldn't find my words, so I just nodded, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"I’m going to add another," he murmured.

I nodded again, bracing myself. As his second finger joined the first, a loud moan bubbled up in my chest. I quickly clamped my hand over my mouth, biting back the sound. I was terrified of someone overhearing us through the walls.

But he didn't slow down. He didn't look toward the door or seem worried at all. He just kept his gaze on me, his thumb brushing over my skin, acting as if we were the only two people in the world. I felt a flicker of surprise through the haze of pleasure; he was so focused on me that the rest of the house didn't even seem to exist to him.

I didn't want the moment to end. But then, he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. Before I could miss the feeling, he pressed them against my lips. I opened my mouth, tasting myself on his skin.

"f**k," Stefan breathed out, his voice rough. "That is so hot."

A small, shy smile spread across my face. I loved seeing him lose his cool like that. He stood up and went to the bedside drawer, pulling out a small foil packet. My heart skipped a beat. I had used my rose toy so many times to satisfy myself, but I had always wondered what the real thing would feel like.

When he dropped his pants, my eyes widened. He was huge—thick and pulsing. He looked back at me, his expression serious. "Do you really want this?"

"Yes," I said immediately. I didn't want him to change his mind.

He tore the condom open with his teeth and rolled it on. Then, he climbed over me, his weight a warm, heavy comfort. He must have seen the slight fear in my eyes because he leaned down and whispered, "Don’t worry. It’ll fit. I’ll go slow."

He guided himself to my opening and pushed. I gasped, my back arching as he filled me completely. It was so much fuller, so much more solid than anything I’d ever felt.

"You okay?" he asked, pausing to let me breathe.

I could only whimper and nod. He pulled back almost all the way and then pushed in again. The sensation was overwhelming. I nodded again, my hands searching for something to hold onto. He started to move in a slow, steady rhythm, wanting my body to get used to him. Every time he pushed deep, he kept his eyes on mine.

"You okay? You good?" he kept asking.

I had never felt anything like this in my life. I reached up, my nails digging deep into the muscles of his back as he started to pick up the speed.

"Stefan," I whispered, panic flickering for a second. "Someone... someone will hear us."

"Don't worry," he groaned, his movements becoming more forceful. "No one is coming. Just focus on me. Are you okay?"

He didn't wait for an answer this time because he knew. He thrust harder, hitting a spot deep inside me that made my eyes roll back into my head. A loud, broken moan escaped me as I called out his name. "Stefan!"

He didn't stop. He pushed faster and deeper, his own breath hitching. "f**k, f**k, f**k," he gasped, his body tensing as he reached his limit, pouring everything he had into me until we were both breathless and shaking.

We lay side by side, our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. I couldn’t stop the huge smile from spreading across my face. My body felt warm and heavy. I couldn’t believe it—we had actually done it. We really f****d.

I opened my mouth to say something, to tell him how amazing it was, but he cut me off.

"You need to leave," he said.

His voice wasn't warm anymore. It was cold. Like ice.

I watched, stunned, as he stood up and stripped off the condom. He didn't even look at me as he walked straight into the bathroom. I stayed on the bed, pulling the sheets up to my chest, my heart sinking. The nervousness crawled back into my throat. Had I done something wrong?

When he came out of the shower, I was still there, frozen. He didn't offer a hand or a hug. Instead, he picked up my clothes from the floor and tossed them at me.

"Wear this and leave," he commanded.

I took the clothes, my fingers trembling as I pulled them on. "You don't have to be so cold," I whispered.

He paused, and for a second, the cold mask slipped. He looked at me with a sudden, sharp fear in his eyes. He looked overwhelmed, his hands twitching slightly—the way he always did when his emotions became too much for him to process.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, looking away. "But no one can find out about this. Ever."

"I won't tell anyone," I promised.

"This was a one-time thing, Daphne," he said, his voice shaking now. "It can't happen again. We... we just had to let the steam out. That's all."

I stood up and walked toward him, stopping until I was inches from his chest. I wasn't going to let him hide.

"This can never be a one-time thing," I said firmly. "I liked you first, Stefan. Long before my sister did. I deserve to be with you, and I know you feel the same way about me."

He opened his mouth, probably to tell me he didn't feel that way, or to say the words I hated most. I held up a hand to stop him.

"Don't you dare say I'm like a sister to you," I snapped, my voice rising. "Siblings don't f**k each other, Stefan. And now that we have, everything has changed."

I leaned in closer, making sure he saw the fire in my eyes. "You need to call the wedding off. Because I will never sit there and watch you marry my sister. Not after tonight."