Stefan had had enough. She was teasing him and having all the fun without him which most definitely wasn't fair. With a snarl, the veins around his eyes rippling into view as green eyes turned red, he ripped the buckle clean off the belt and threw it aside into the grass. He could buy a new belt. Once it was gone it only took it a couple of moments to get his jeans undone. He knew if he tried to take them off he'd have to contend with shoes and standing up and neither of those things were going to happen. Along with his boxers, he pushed his jeans down around his knees and moved over her. He didn't wait for encouragement. He didn't need it. It was clear how much they both wanted this, needed this.
Stefan let out a low moan as he pushed into her, holding himself above her with one arm while the other hand hooked around her thigh, pulling her leg up to his waist. She felt different but the same at the same time. It was an intoxicating sensation, new and exciting yet overwhelmingly familiar and wonderful at the same time. He pulled back a little before thrusting into her again, feeling the sting in his gums as his fangs ran out. There was nothing he could do about it, not with the way it felt as well as all the emotion inside him. Besides, she could hardly complain now.