Stefan moaned, pressing his head back against the pillow as he squirmed beneath her, moving his hips in time with hers. He could feel her, wet against his skin, and it was driving him crazy. "I'm not scared of death when I'm with you, babe," he murmured, reaching up to run his thumb across her parted lips beneath which her sharp, white teeth glinted. He knew he was going to die one day, then he'd come back and they'd be together forever. He hadn't exactly said that to her just yet, but he thought she probably knew it was going to happen just as surely as he did. He couldn't leave her. Ever.