He shrugs and turns abruptly with his hands in the pockets of his pants. As he saunters away, he whistles a cheerful tune. Seeing this new side of him makes me feel uneasy inside. Why is he suddenly in a good mood? I didn’t know he had good moods. Did he hit his head or something?
In a state of confusion, I brush past him, deciding to just go back to my bedroom for the night. It’s draining to deal with someone who’s not in their right mind. But before I can take a step on the grand staircase, a strong grip twists me around and pulls me in, my face bumping into something firm and warm.
“Ouch!” I whimper, inhaling a familiar musky scent mixed with liquor.
“Were you worried about me?”
My eyes widen. I’m in Derik’s arms. There’s a hint of hopefulness in his voice. I can’t keep a clear head when I feel his hands running up and down my back. I’m instantly melting under his touch.
No! No! No!
My mind is telling me to pull away from his grasp, but I’m helplessly lured into his strong, wide chest. A rush of warmth floods my core when I feel him planting tender kisses on my hair.
“I-I…it’s the first time you didn’t pick up. I guess I panicked a little,” I confess softly as he cradles my chin with his hand, our gazes meeting.
A glint of surprise crosses his eyes, and he bends down and scoops me up in his arms. Alarmed, my hands instinctively find their place around his neck for fear of falling to the floor. With our eyes locked, my heart throbs hard and loud against my chest when I see burning desire in the same eyes that usually look at me so coldly. He begins to carry me up the stairs.
“W-What are you doing?”
He flashes a smile, one that breaks all kinds of defenses I’ve built around myself these past three years. I can feel my stomach twisting with an intoxicating mixture of emotions that’s making me lose my senses.
“I was thinking of this.”
In a swoop, Derik crosses the distance between our faces, planting a kiss on my lips, shocking every single atom in my body with tiny bolts of electricity. It’s soft and tender as if he has always longed for it. I can feel my heart bursting with a combination of surprise and pleasure as I respond clumsily. He breaks away from the kiss and marches intently up the remainder of the grand staircase.
Reflexively, my hands tighten around his neck, reminding him that he’s still carrying me.
“Don’t drop me!” I whisper nervously.
He responds by sprinkling small kisses on my neck, making me whimper slightly as I tighten my body against his chest, yearning to feel his heat. I can’t think straight, quickly becoming drunk off his tenderness.
I snap back to reality when he tosses me onto an unfamiliar king-sized bed.
My eyes wander across the room, realizing it isn’t mine. Biting my lower lip, I shoot him an inquiring look, trying to conjure some words, but I swallow them when I meet his smoldering gaze.
“We can stop if you don’t want this, Natalie.” His voice is low as he breathes heavily like it’s taking all his strength to restrain himself.
Feeling suddenly devious and courageous, I rise from my back and perch on
my knees at the edge of the bed.
He gulps.
“Come closer,” I order.
I let go of all my senses and find myself unbuttoning his shirt, touching him shamelessly as I go until I’ve removed all his clothes. My hands explore the length of his wide shoulders and strong arms. His skin burns against mine, rousing all the hidden desires I hadn’t known existed within me. Running my hands over his muscular chest, I firmly tease his nipples, making him groan in surrender as he grabs my wrists. My mouth curls into a seductive sneer and I pull him closer for a kiss, one hand around the back of his neck while the other finds his hard abs. The kiss is deep and passionate and ravenous as his tongue expertly slips into my mouth, playfully sucking, luring me into a pit of lust. His large, warm hands slip beneath the straps of my dress, sliding it down over my shoulders and off my hips.
I pull away to catch my breath, finding myself clothed in nothing but my flimsy lace underwear. His eyes scorch at the sight of my round, firm breasts; my cheeks burn when he lightly pushes me back onto the well-cushioned bed, leaning over me, confining me with his hands on each side of my shoulders.
“Stop staring…” I murmur shyly.
“Why? Am I not allowed to enjoy the view?”
He raises one eyebrow before indulging himself. He buries kisses deep between my breasts. I moan, arching my back, feeling his hot mouth sucking and licking one of my nipples while he busies his hands massaging my breasts. The pleasure flooding my senses is indescribable and overwhelming. I’m already about to lose my mind when his hand gently trails up and down between my legs over the thin fabric of my underwear.
“Ahhh…” I whimper breathlessly, unconsciously pulling his head closer as his tongue makes circling motions around my hard nipples. He wraps his large fingers around the crotch of my underwear, swiftly tearing them off my body, and making me gasp in surprise and delight. An ample finger slowly slips between my sensitive folds.
His lips travel down my belly, kissing and sucking trails along my perspiring skin. Sliding a second finger inside me, he moves slowly in and out, creating lewd noises that make me blush and look away.
“Look at me, Natalie,” he orders. His voice is soft, yet full of lust.
I tilt my head to meet his gaze as one of his large palms parts my legs. I’m getting lightheaded, but a moan of protest escapes my mouth when he removes his fingers from my wet entrance.
His face approaches mine, devouring my lips in another deep kiss. I gasp, feeling the weight of his copious manhood rubbing against my clit. Excitement and anticipation fill my senses, and my legs part wider to accommodate his large figure. I place an arm against his chest to break the kiss, flashing him an amused grin.
“You’re quite gifted down there, Mr. Lewis,” I tease as I wrap my free hand around his arousal, guiding it inside my sensitive area with eagerness.
He grunts and I moan as he enters my body.
“Ohh…God.”
Damn it. He’s too big!
I gasp in a mixture of surprise and pain as tears form at the corners of my eyes.
“Does it hurt?”
Derik halts for a moment and looks at me worriedly. He pushes a few strands of hair to the back of my ear. The tenderness in his gaze only stirs my desire. He looks at me as if I’m the most delicate thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, and it makes my heart flutter incessantly.
