“What a sophisticated way to declare ownership!” he snorts.

“I don’t remember signing any kind of deed, though.”

Derik cocks a brow and shoots me a warning glance, his hand sliding between my legs. He smirks coyly, making heat shoot up my cheeks.

“Naughty,” he remarks, softly biting the tip of my ear. His fingers gently caress my sensitive folds.

“T-the fabric is so delicate. It wouldn’t look right if I had something on…” I explain.

“Is it?” he teases.

I hum, linking my arms tightly around his neck, rubbing my chest against his while my hips rotate in anticipation, creating friction against his long and slender fingers.

“It wasn’t a mistake picking this dress, huh?”

I whimper in anticipation.

But Derik abruptly gathers back his hands as if he’s suddenly scared of getting burned. I scowl at him while his mouth curls into a sexy grin. Before I can spit another word, he grasps my hand and leads the way across the garden, heading straight to the exit, ditching the party. His strides are long and quick, and I scamper to keep up. I’m panting lightly when I find myself tucked behind the seatbelt in the familiar passenger seat of his Maybach.

Derik shoots me a lustful gaze before letting the engine roar as he speeds back to the villa. It takes a while for my pulse to relax as my eyes relish the lovely nightscape. When the car pulls into the driveway, I quickly get out and strut inside the house, surprised by the quiet.

It’s almost midnight.

Of course, Mrs. Whittle and Mrs. Lindt have gone to bed.

“Were you expecting someone to save you?”

Derik’s husky voice thunders across the open living room. Rotating, I find his towering figure leaning against the newel at the foot of the staircase. Speechless, I roll my eyes and climb the steps nervously while making a mental note not to tease and provoke him ever again.

Before my thoughts can settle down, Derik scoops me in a swoop and carries me with a single arm. Hungrily, he sears my mouth with a penetrating kiss as he marches across the halls. With his tongue dancing in rhythm with mine, I feel my stomach twisting into a knot, making it harder to breathe. His scent fills my senses, overwhelming me with euphoria.

“God, I missed you!” I whisper against his mouth when he breaks away to give me space.

He responds with a grin.

Encouraged, I nibble his jaw and then softly bite the exposed length of his neck, earning a loud groan of satisfaction. I hear a door behind me make a creaking sound as his free hand removes the hook that holds my dress in place.

Swiftly, he presses me against the wall with the cloth falling to the floor, revealing my naked body.

“That was easy,” he mumbles, kissing the tip of my nose with an eyebrow raised.

My cheeks heat up. His burning gaze makes me shiver like a cornered bunny

as his eyes feast on my body. The longer he looks, the hotter I feel.

It’s insane.

“Feeling shy?”

I choke and shake my head. Embarrassed, I pivot only to realize that we are inside my room. It’s dark, but the moonlight emanating through space from the French doors creates a mysterious atmosphere, the white curtains swaying in the evening breeze.

Derik spins me around and lightly pushes me to the edge of the bed.

Unceremoniously, he strips off his clothes as he stands a foot away from me. My eyes focus on his flexing muscles as I gulp like a thirsty badger, analyzing and admiring every part of his lean body. With a soft thud from his belt, his arousal is exposed.

He is so big!

This isn’t the first time we’ve seen each other nude, but I still can’t get used to it. Though hot, I shiver at his touch as he grasps my arm and leads it to his well-defined six-pack, encouraging me to touch him.

“Touch me,” he orders.

I meet his gaze, his eyes burning with passion and lust as he watches me expectantly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. If it wasn’t for his assertive tone, I’d take it as begging. He pants as my fingers move around, tracing every inch and corner of his sculpted body. Then, I wrap my palm firmly around his arousal, making him grunt.

“Like this?” I tease.

Cautiously, I plant a soft kiss on the tip of his cock as I cup his balls with my free hand. When he groans, I feel extremely pleased. Then I get up and gather my strength; placing my hands on his shoulders, I spin him around so that my whole weight rests on his large body. When we land on the bed with him under me, I’m satisfied.

“You’ve been learning quite a lot of new tricks, Ms. Quinn,” he comments hoarsely.

I giggle.

“Anything to please you, Mr. Lewis.”

I devour his mouth passionately as my hands caress his arms, my hips gyrating and rubbing my wetness against his arousal. Panting heavily, my lips trail against his neck. I suck his nipples and mischievously nibble. Derik lets out another groan when I wrap my hands around his cock, peppering kisses against his hard pecks. Slowly, I move to lick the tip of his member like a lollipop. I tease his length with my tongue, making swirling movements when I reach the rounded head. His masculine scent drowns my senses, waking my carnal desires, my pussy growing wetter.

Derik grabs my ass with his hands and nimbly shifts us so that I’m under him.

His magnetic gray eyes seem to suck my soul dry as he stares deeply into me. I gulp hard when he parts my legs to make room for himself. But to my surprise, he lowers his head and starts licking my mouth, neck, abdomen… and my wetness.

“Oohh!” I shriek when his tongue traces the length of my center. My cheeks are hot, realizing that he’s tasting my honey. I feel inhibited, but the pleasure makes me arch my back, my fingers combing through his hair.

“Ahh…that feels so good,” I moan impatiently, my rationality leaving me as carnal desire takes control. I pull his head closer when he slips his tongue inside and makes swirling motions.

Derik abandons my throbbing lady parts, kissing upward along my body.

When he reaches my neck he plunges in, filling me with his length, leaving me breathless as he slides in and out. My muscles tighten around him as he moves, slowly at first. When he picks up pace, cries of pleasure methodically escape my mouth.

“Yes! Oh, shit!” I exclaim as beads of sweat trickle down my chest.

Encouraged, Derik cups my breasts with his hands and sucks them like a baby in need of milk. He pounds into me hard and fast, working me to the brink of insanity.

“You like that, hmm?” he asks breathlessly.

Not waiting for a response, he rocks, rotating his hips, and pushes his dick deeper and harder, reaching nerves that send me shuddering violently in pleasure. His movements are demanding. Instinctively, my hips move in rhythm with his, sending me to the edge of bliss.

My walls quiver around him.

“Oh, yes…” I whimper, nearing my orgasm.