Stefan looked down at her for as long as possible, his green eyes searching every deep, magical recess of her brown ones, until he leaned down and pressed his face into her neck, giving a low moan. Everything about the way they were moving, slow but completely in unison, made thrills and shudders pass through him. This was the kind of sex you could only have with someone you were completely in love with. There was so much feeling and emotion behind every movement, even though the warmth and laziness had Stefan still feeling drowsy. Stefan pressed soft kisses to her throat, where the cut had been moments before, as though trying to make up for any pain there had been in the exchange of blood. He knew Elena didn't worry about things like that, but he never wanted to cause her anything but complete pleasure and happiness.