Stefan loved the way she was moaning and writhing, her fangs showing white beneath her lips, loving knowing it was all due to him. It sent waves of thrills through him, coupled with each stroke of pleasure the thrusts brought. He was getting closer with each time he pushed into her. He felt her hand slipping between them and groaned loudly as he felt her shiver. He didn't want to stop but he managed to pause as he felt her legs gripping his waist. He whimpered pathetically, pushing against her a little even though he was already completely filling her. "Don't make me stop, Elena," he growled, his voice thick and ragged, his hips still nudging against her. He was shaking with the effort of staying stil, even though he knew she was enjoying herself. After a moment longer his will snapped and he pulled back against her legs before driving his cock deep into her again, leaning down to nip her bottom lip. He tasted blood and knew his fangs must have caught her, but instead of stopping as he would have done before, it only fired him onwards, ever closer to the ecstasy he could feel building inside him.