It was strange, odd. A burning pressure, but not too painful. He worked his finger faster, fucking her until her hips rolled desperately. Then he retreated. Derek reached for the single drawer that protruded from the wall and found the oil. He rolled the bottle between his hands, warming the golden fluid. Then he opened the top and drizzled the liquid between her spread legs. She whimpered, one hand going between her legs and massaging her throbbing clit.
Don’t come, he warned. Not until I’m inside you.
“Derek!” she protested, near mad with lust. Two of his fingers were fucking her tight hole, stretching and yet pleasing. It was almost painful, but she was shielded by his calling, wrapped in his love. Three fingers. Burning, more stretching. But she was wet, so wet that her fingers pumping into her pussy were drenched and her hips started 93
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a gentle tempo in time with his thrusts. He bent over her, his mouth capturing a stiff nipple and suckling. His erection was rock-hard and stabbing into the back of her thigh, weeping rivulets of pre-come.
Now? he asked, concerned and yet so eager she could feel it.
Yes, now. She wanted him so badly, wanted to feel him inside her.
He stepped back, just enough distance to position the thick length of his cock at her tight, well-oiled rosette. His slick hand worked his cock, lubricating it. The sight of his masturbating almost made her come and she bit hard into her lower lip to prevent it.
She was desperate for him, so aroused she could barely breathe.
Hurry.
Soon, baby.
Now!
And then he was there, huge and so hard, pressing for entry. Pressing until the tight hole flowered for him and the thick head of his cock popped through the tight ring.
Sable gasped and writhed as he entered. So slowly. Pain grew and spread. She turned her head into the pillow and whimpered,
I can feel it, he thought. Relax, baby.
Clenching her sheets, she forced herself to relax.
Derek paused, his breathing harsh, his palms damp where he held her thighs open.
Do you want me to stop?
No, she moaned, feeling his cock against her fingers through the thin membrane that separated them.
Let me in, Sable. I can take the pain away if you let me in.
The warm blanket of his call wrapped even tighter around her and she felt nothing but the heated length of him, tunneling deep with infinite care.
Mine.
Yes.
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Forever.
And Sable said nothing, could say nothing. She wanted to shield her thoughts, but Derek had taken over, controlling her mind as he controlled her body, sliding home balls-deep in the depths of her ass. Pleasure poured from his consciousness into hers.
The muscles of his stomach were clenched tightly as he began to thrust, gently at first to allow her to accommodate him, and then faster.
Hot, so tight and sweet, he groaned, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her belly.
I love you. I love you so much.
Spread wide, she was pinned beneath him, his cock stroking through the oil into the dark depths of her. She moaned, lost in the pleasure, feeling him glide past her fingers on every deep plunge.
Sable shattered in orgasm, bursting into a million pieces. Lost in his love, her love, she felt his cock jerk and his come spurt in hot bursts, filling her ass with his seed. And through the blinding power of their mutual orgasm she was flooded with his thoughts.
So good. Yours, I’m yours. Never get enough. Want you more. Need you. Love you. Love you. Mine. All mine, my love.
Her heart broke.
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Derek woke up with widest grin. He knew he must look starstruck, but he couldn’t help it. He felt boneless and sated to his very soul. His chosen mate knew how to please him very well. Sable had slept for an hour at most and then she’d woken him to a hot cleansing cloth wrapped around his cock, which was later followed by her hot mouth.
Insatiable, she’d fucked him repeatedly throughout the night and he’d given himself completely into her hands. She had drawn him into her calling, drenched him with her luxurious sensuality and loved him to his core. His grin began to hurt, it was so big.
She loved him. Sable Taylor loved him.
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She hadn’t actually said the words, she hadn’t even thought the words, but he’d felt it just the same. Her love for him was a precious thing. His most cherished possession.
He reached for her, but didn’t sense her. Derek frowned and sat up, searching for her with his eyes and his senses. “Sable?”
Silence. In the room and in his mind.
He tossed the covers back and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. A rustling noise stilled him. He dug through the covers until he found the note.
Derek,
We’re docked at your field office headquarters. I’ve gone. Don’t come for me. It’s over between us. I could never feel for you what you claim to feel for me and it wouldn’t be right to lead you on or give you hope for things that can never be.
I don’t want to make this harder for you. I’m sorry if you became more emotionally involved than you should have. It was never my intention to hurt you, but after Marius, your love is not something I want.
Thank you for your assistance in my investigation. Thank you for everything.
—Sable
Derek shook his head and blinked rapidly. Was he having a nightmare? He looked at the open clothes locker and saw that all of Sable’s belongings were gone.
Had she gone insane? Had he fucked the sense right out of her brain?
He must have, if she thought he was going to buy this shit. She loved him. He had no doubt about that. None.
He’d sensed her turmoil all night, had wondered about it and in the end had dismissed it as nerves. She was falling deeper and deeper in love with him, and he knew that scared her.
He crumpled the note in his hand.
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He sighed in resignation as he got out of the warm bed that smelled so strongly of sex and Sable. They were going to have to work on this fucking him and leaving bullshit.
Damned impossible woman.
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Chapter Eight
Derek walked into the quiet squad room. A quick glance at the monitor told him all of the other agents were out in the field. His name on the roster was dimmed, showing his leave of absence status.
“Atkinson.”
He turned to face Captain Hoff. “Yes, sir?”
“Is that Sable Taylor’s Starwing in docking bay 7?”
“It sure is.”
“Where is she?”
Shrugging, Derek said, “Hell if I know.”
“Is she in the med-lab?”
Derek turned and leaned back against the counter, his arms crossing his chest. He eyed the captain carefully. “Not that I’m aware of. Why would she be?”
Hoff smiled easily. “Glad to hear that. I’d heard there was a spot of trouble with her ship. I’m relieved to hear she wasn’t injured.”
“Umm,” Derek hummed. This was getting interesting. “I thought you didn’t like vamps?”
“I don’t. On the Force. She’s a bounty hunter and a good one. She’s helped us quite a bit, don’t you think?”
“Sure. I’m just surprised to hear that you do.” He pushed away from the counter.
“Well, it’s been fun chatting with you, Captain, but I’m still on leave, so I’ll be heading out now.”
“Are you leaving with Taylor?”
Derek studied the captain again. “Why would I do that?”
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A red brow arched sardonically. “You came here in her ship.”
“You sure know a lot about what happens with her,” Derek pointed out.