Katherine had half-expected Stefan to pull back, to shake her off and remind her that this wasn't 1864. She had not expected Stefan to kiss her, but she's too delighted to be surprised. While they may have started out reenacting the scene from 1864, Katherine's response to the kiss is not the soft, demure one she gave him that night. This is hungry and carnal, possessive, even; the hand on his chest slides up to the back of his neck as if to keep him from changing his mind as she kisses him thoroughly, plastering her front against his.
She moans a little from the back of her throat as she pulls back from the kiss and opens her eyes that had slipped shut. She doesn't move other than to bring her hand from his neck to brush her fingers against his jawline. "Oh, Stefan. I've missed you so much."
the predator in me is put to shame by the predator in her;
She moans a little from the back of her throat as she pulls back from the kiss and opens her eyes that had slipped shut. She doesn't move other than to bring her hand from his neck to brush her fingers against his jawline. "Oh, Stefan. I've missed you so much."