His Camelia [Completed]

Chapter 20-Sexual Tension

The slumped set of her shoulders broke something inside him. Looking incredibly gloomy, soft, fragile, yet exotically beautiful, he couldn't help but want her with a need that pulsed through his body. 

Stefan stared down at her wanting nothing more than to kiss her senseless.  The sexual tension hovering around them seemed to thicken between the four walls of her room. He instantly feels his arousal tighten with suppressed need.

"Nice flowers." He indicates with a nod of his head toward the two very large bouquets he sent, in the corner of the wall.  He was procrastinating, trying to buy himself time and stay. 

"Yes! They're from Aries, the God of war!" Camelia exclaims to his surprise with arms wide as if it was the most important thing in the world.

Stefan lifted an eyebrow and nods once. She definitely consumed more than her body allows. She was communicating all right but it's already affected the way her brain works.

"I highly doubt that." He replies. "Camelia how many fingers am I holding?" He holds three fingers before him. 

She squints and tilts her head to the side as if in contemplation. Frowning she replies, "That's soooo easy, it's four!"

"Wrong. You should have known better then to drink so much. Have you ever had an alcoholic beverage before?"

"Nope." She pops the p purposefully and she watches him with a glint of mischief in her eyes. 

"I don't believe you should be alone right now." He advises. 

"You can go, I'll be fine."  She slurs and starts to remove the gold bracelets off her wrists in a lazy, slow motion.  She throws them against white tufted headboard, one by one, not caring for the jewelry.

"Remember that day you caught me staring at the magazine cover in that French restaurant?" She asks not waiting for a reply, "They're from him. Isn't he the sweetest...? I wish he...never mind." 

The surprise flared in Stefan's eyes and the lust quickens in his loins, tightening in his muscles  holding him back.

Lips set in a grim line she shakes her head as if clearing her thoughts and bends forward trying to slip off her gold glittery stilettos. 

"You wish what?" He asks in a hard voice but Camelia never bothers to look up busy working to coordinate her sluggish movements and remove her shoes. Her attempts were futile. She was too drunk.

Without a word, Stefan bends down to his haunches grips her wrists, lays them on her lap and pulls her foot over his thigh and helps her slip off her shoes one by one. 

Camelia lifts her head, biting her lip in embarrassment and avoiding eye contact. 

"Look at me Camelia."  He instructs. 

She shakes her head.  Stefan places her legs on the floor, leans forward, positioning his fists on either side of her thighs.

"I'm sure you are not going to remember a thing after this...but I know you want me."  He states gruffly the unbidden desire in his tone. 

She shivers.

"I'm not going to hurt you."  He continues, caressing her arm with the tip of his fingers leaving in his wake a sensual sensation.