“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Don’t say that.”
Derek frowned as he looked at her. He searched her face, his silver gaze too perceptive. “Why not?”
She felt him in her mind, probing, seeking. “It’s too soon,” she blurted out, pushing him from her thoughts. “You don’t know how you feel. And it makes me…uncomfortable.”
His features gave away none of his thoughts, but she felt what he did and knew she’d hurt him. She wanted to cry, to scream, to confess. Instead, she shifted nervously.
“After Marius, I just don’t—”
“Hush,” he soothed, the tense line of his jaw softening. “It’s okay. I can wait however long it takes for you to believe in me.”
Eyes burning with unshed tears, she gripped his swollen cock and stroked, relief flooding her when she felt his focus alter. A girl could always distract her man with sex.
“I want you again,” she murmured, moving into position on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him. “Now.”
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and then he slipped his cock into her in one slow glide.
She gasped and arched her back, heat immediately flaring across her skin, flushing her. His large body came over hers, his hands over hers, his body caging her to the bed.
His hips moved his cock in shallow massaging strokes. The connection between them deepened, until she felt echoes of what he felt—the tight clasp of her swollen tissues, the liquid heat of her cream.
“Wow,” he breathed, his cheek resting against her shoulder. “Feel that?”
“Yes…”
“I want to feel everything with you.”
Sable closed her eyes, knowing there wasn’t time to share everything. They only had a few hours left.
Derek rose up, his hands caressing her quivering thighs, and then he rubbed a thumb along the tight rosette. “Would you let me take you here?” he rasped. “I’d love to feel that.”
Swallowing hard and unable to speak, she nodded, clenching tight around him as he swelled inside her. He continued that gentle, teasing rubbing and she shivered at the sensation.
“Have you taken a man here before?”
“No.”
“It hurts the first few times,” he warned, but the tiny tremors in his hands betrayed how much he wanted this.
“You’re big.”
“Yes.” He slipped out of her and she protested with a plaintive whimper. Sitting on the bed next to her, Derek drew her into his lap. Lifting her chin with a gentle finger, he brought her gaze up to his. “Whether you’re ready for it or not, I love you. You don’t have to say it back and you sure as hell don’t have to prove it. I’m happy being with you just the way you are. The happiest I’ve ever been. I’m completely satisfied, Sable.”
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Unable to help herself, she allowed a little of the love she felt for him to shine in her eyes. “Do you have to be so damn wonderful?”
He laughed.
“I want to give you this, Derek. Something I’ve never given anyone. Wouldn’t you like that?”
“I’d like it so much it would probably kill me.” He kissed the tip of her nose and hugged her close. “But I don’t want to hurt you. It takes time and preparation. Lust is riding me pretty hard right now and I don’t think I’m capable of the control initiating you requires.”
“I’m a vamp. I heal quickly.”
He pulled back and searched her face again. “Is this what you want? Or are you only offering to please me?”
She wiggled her ass against the burning length of his cock. “I suspect I’ll like it.
With you.” Her voice lowered. “There’s oil in the drawer.”
He gave a wicked chuckle, returned her to the bed and held her down when she tried to roll onto her stomach.
“Don’t move,” he ordered as he stood between her thighs and lowered his head for a kiss. His sweetly seductive mouth pressed gently over hers, coaxing her to relax with teasing strokes of his velvety tongue. His thoughts caressed her mind. Easy, baby.
Concentrate on the feel of my hands, the touch of my lips, the warmth of my body pressed against yours.
“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth as his skilled hands caressed the underside of her breasts, the callused pads of his thumbs brushing against her nipples. They peaked hard and tight, addicted to his touch. Even when Derek was apart from her they craved the pinch of his fingers.
Her hands drifted to his back, massaging the muscles she felt flexing as he gentled her. His skin was so warm, so sleek and fluid over the tight ropes of sinew underneath.
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herself up to that body, to the seduction that it wielded with such consummate skill.
Seduce me, she pleaded. Make me forget everything but you.
Sable felt his answering love in the very marrow of her bones. Then his sensual call wrapped around her like a thick fog, obscuring her restlessness, erasing Marius and his threats just as she’d hoped. Deeper and deeper he drew her under his spell, warm and welcoming and wondrously arousing on the deepest level. He didn’t probe or pry, merely surrounded her in his affection.
Suddenly, his hands felt as if they were everywhere at once, his mouth sucking and moving across her skin in a thousand different places at the same time. His scent was so wonderful, like sex and vampire. He tasted so good, like chocolate-covered sin. His lips, those beautifully sculpted lips, were opened wide against hers, so soft and sensual.
Sometimes, he thought, I want you so badly I can’t think.
Sable closed her eyes and engulfed him in her very essence, wanting to touch him all over as he was touching her. Derek groaned, the sound so erotic that goose bumps spread over her skin.
It’s never enough, baby. I can never get deep enough.
His hot mouth left hers, traveling ac
ross her jaw and then lower, licking along the vein in her neck, making her body weep with a rush of moisture. Reaching her breasts, he surrounded her nipples, holding one gently between his teeth while his tongue flicked across the tip until she mewled like a kitten and twisted restlessly in his arms.
Then he paid the same loving attention to the other one. His warm hands caressed the length of her torso, kneading and petting in maddening rhythm until they slid between her thighs, spread them wide and found her dripping with need.
His long fingers spread the folds of her cunt and slipped inside, one swirling around her clit, two more penetrating her deeply. She moaned uncontrollably, calling his name. Derek was mouthwatering, the beautifully delineated muscles in his arm flexing with every deep plunge, his touch so reverent and possessive.
I love this, your cunt filled with my come. I need to fill you everywhere.
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Covered in her cream and his seed, his lubricated fingers slid lower. He caressed the tight rosette with soothing circles. The soft swirling of his fingers was endlessly arousing and yet completely wicked. But she wasn’t afraid. How could she be? This was Derek and he loved her, adored her. He would never hurt her and she could sense his expectation, his careful control. He wanted her this way, wanted it so badly he was almost shaking with the anticipation. He was a Master after all, a vampire used to having his own way. And she controlled him completely, ruled him in the most base of ways. This was her gift—her complete submission—and he knew her well enough to recognize the level of trust she gave him.
One finger pressed firmly against the tight rosette and with a gasp of pleasure, Sable relaxed and it slid deep inside.
Hot. So tight. Fuck, Sable, you’re going to burn me alive.
She lifted her heels to the edge of the mattress and moaned, her hands going to her breasts to massage their swollen ache. Take me.
Soon. His finger withdrew and then returned.
He growled when her cunt spasmed.
She groaned.