He leaned over her body and bit her earlobe. “I want you, Lucy.” One sure thrust. “I want you.” Another thrust.
Lucy moaned. She turned her head to the side. Wanting to kiss him, to feel his mouth on hers. She leaned back against him and wrapped her arms behind his neck, forcing her breasts to jut out. His hands moved up and caressed them, flicking the sensitive peaks and making Lucy moan again.
“You’re mine,” he groaned. Another hard thrust. “Mine.”
She tried to grab him, her arms grappling behind her head. “I’m yours,” she echoed on a groan.
“I didn’t want this,” Derek whispered into her ear. “I didn’t want to fall in love and become a slave to a woman’s body.”
She shuddered. “You’re my slave?”
Another deep thrust that made her whimper. “Yes. You make me so hard.” Another thrust.
She gasped. “Derek, I want you. So much.”
Another deep thrust made Lucy close her eyes and moan. He moved his hand around to lightly caress the nub between her legs. He bit her neck softly.
Lucy cried out. His fingers drove her mad, circling her again and again, softly, so softly, bringing her to the brink of a ecstasy and then … stopping.
“No!” she cried out as his finger fell away from the place she wanted it the most. She nearly sobbed.
He withdrew from her then and pulled her up from the stool. He leaned down and drew up her shift and pulled it over her head. He threw it into the corner and stared at her body like it was a priceless painting. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “So damn beautiful.”
Tears pricked behind Lucy’s eyes.
He lifted her tenderly, easily, and carried her over to the sofa. He laid her down so reverently. “Lucy,” he whispered as he covered her with his huge hot body. “I love you.”
He thrust into her again in one sure solid movement and she arched her back off the sofa. He leaned down and sucked her breast into his mouth, playing with her, toying with her. He thrust again. “I want you.” He thrust again. “So. Damn. Badly.”
Lucy was completely mindless. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, her mouth open and red and raw from his fierce kisses. She’d been a bit tender when he’d first entered her but that was long forgotten now with all the overwhelming feelings he was stoking in her body. He plowed into her again and again and that, combined with the force of his hot wet mouth sucking on her nipple, made her groan. She was so close, so close. And he knew it.
He gave her a devilish grin and pulled out of her. “No!” she cried this time reaching for him, tugging on him, trying to force him back inside her by wrapping her leg around his back. Instead he let his wicked hand slide down to the juncture of her thighs, where he slipped one hot finger inside of her. Lucy’s head rolled back on the cushion. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Never, my love. I just want to give you the most amazing feeling of your life.”
“You already have,” she breathed.
“To date,” he said wickedly, just before he slipped his finger back inside her. His dark head moved back to her breast, tugging relentlessly with his teeth. Once, twice, matching the rhythm of his finger. He stroked her again, again, while his tormenting mouth kept up its pressure on her helpless breast. Then his thumb found that perfect spot between her legs and he rubbed it in a circle just as his mouth tugged for a final time on her swollen, aching breast.
“Oh, God, Derek!” she cried as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her with a force that tore a scream from her chest. He rolled onto her quickly and slid inside her, her internal muscles climaxing, flexing. He thrust into her one, two, three times, gritting his teeth as her hot wet warmth milked him and he exploded in the most intense release of his entire life.
* * *
They snuck out of the drawing room. Derek had put his clothing back on and been on the lookout for servants. Lucy had tossed on her shift and said a little prayer that they’d make it up the staircase and down the long corridor to Derek’s bedchamber without being caught. But truthfully she didn’t care. All she cared about was this man, her love, the way he made her feel, the way she hoped she made him feel, and the amazing fact that they’d found each other and were going to be married. Married. She still couldn’t believe that. Even though she said it over and over in her head, it started to sound made up, as if it had no meaning. But she repeated it nonetheless.
They made it safely to his bedchamber. Derek quickly locked the door behind them, then scooped Lucy into his arms and carried her over to the bed where he laid her gently. She pushed up onto her knees and pulled her shift over her head. Derek quickly shucked all of his clothing again and soon they were rolling around, giggling and laughing and kissing and then, seriously, making love.