Chapter 41: Perfect Moment in Time

Much later, after they have roamed the countryside in the soft darkness, finding their blood hosts among the locals departing the pub in the small village, Meredith puts the little Bible away carefully. "Wait there..." she instructs Derek, waving towards the big brass bed.

"What are you doing?" he asks, a little grin playing along his mouth.

"Just wait..."

She pauses at the doorway from the little bathroom, wearing another of the La Perla lingerie outfits she bought before the wedding. Striking a pose, leaning one arm against the frame, letting the silken caftan sleeves flutter along her body. The color is like buttery caramel, bringing out the gold highlights in her hair. The bra is edged with matching lace, and the thong is a barely there scrap of material. Her eyes sweep over him, and her pulse quickens. The sheets are pulled away from his nude body, displaying the elegant lines of his muscles, as he waits for her. His eyes half lidded, with that sensual look that she loves so much, and his hair is rumpled in that sexy way that makes her heart skip a beat. "You like?"

His little growl of approval when he sees her is enough of an answer and sends the wet heat pooling in her core. She glides across the floor, the delicate little heels of the totally frivolous shoes barely making a sound on the polished wood. Desire, hard and heavy, pours through him as she makes her way to the bed. The sleeves of her caftan billowing behind her like the wings of an angel.

"You know just how to arouse me, baby…" he murmurs, as she joins him on the bed, all silken skin and sweet fragrance. Her mouth touches his throat, giving him sinful little licks against his pulse point that drives him just about to distraction already.

"I do," Meredith sighs, feeling his cock move against her inner thigh, already seeking her dampness. Then she sits up, trailing her fingers along his chest, towards his groin. He makes a soft, predatory sound of pleasure in the back of his throat as his body responds with flashes of heat and molten need that he knows will never be sated, no matter how many centuries they are together.

She closes her fingers around him, making him hiss in pleasure. He is hot and incredibly hard, and she can feel the pulse of blood accelerating through him. Her thumb glides over the sensitive tip of him, making him jerk upwards. Their eyes lock, as she continues to taunt him with the sure strokes of her fingers.

Derek inhales a shuddering groan of pleasure, as she plays along his aching cock. His own hands glides along her thighs, teasing the skin along the edge of the thong, fingers moving languidly over her dampness. "I can tease just as much as you…" he says softly, as she leans over him. She catches his mouth in a deep kiss that is full of heat and promise, her tongue meeting his. Derek slides his fingers along the delicate scrap of lace that is her thong. Teasing the skin, scenting her arousal. "You're so wet already…ready for me…"

"I want you more than ever…"

Fingers stroking the soft material covering, feeling the wetness that signals her desire. His fingers snap the thong against her, anxious to see her without it.

"Undress for me, love…"

Meredith gives him a seductive smile, letting the silken robe fall from her shoulders. It settles across his thighs, as she touches the catch of the bra. She slides her hands along the satin covering her breasts, teasing the nipples into hard peaks as he watches her.

The bra slides away and Derek gives the thong a tug at the same time, pulling it apart at the lace. "I'll buy you another one…" he growls impatiently, "I need to taste you now." He pulls Meredith upwards, over his mouth, gripping her hips. His tongue touches her, delving and sliding over sensitized skin, as he tastes the wetness that he craved. His fingers sliding against her as well, teasing the hot little center of her pleasure as she shakes from the intensity.

Meredith bucks over him, a soundless exhalation of pleasure in her throat, caught in the sensations he is creating. Her fingers twist into his hair, and he catches her gaze, loving the look on her face as he gives her pleasure.

"Do you like that…?" he asks, knowingly, tossing back his sweat-damp hair. She nods, breathless, then gasping as he returns to her, sliding his fingers faster along the slick skin. Adding his tongue again to torment her, as she tightens around his touch as the incredible feelings build ever higher.

"Yes…" Meredith gasps, breathless, "you know I do…"

Derek growls seductively, taking his time, giving her the magic of his mouth again and again, until she cries out in a surge of ecstasy. Her orgasm explodes on his tongue, and she clutches the bed frame with her hands as the tremors shake her body.

"Ready for more?" he laughs, quickly pinning her to the bed, and spreading her legs wider. Bracing himself above her, poised for the moment his body is craving, ready to join her in a mutual journey to heaven. The head of his cock teases her, sliding through wet curls, and into her body so perfectly, it gives him an erotic shiver along his spine.

"Yes…hurry, please…"

Meredith surrenders, feeling him inside of her, relishing the perfect moment in time. It only got better and better, using her legs to meet his every push into her body. Reaching with him for the every-deeper surge and connection, so in tune with each other, they were part of each other. Her hips rock with his, her impending release making her breathless.

Derek can feel how ready she is, how hot and wet and tight around him, until he can barely think, only move with instinct. Feeling his cock tighten as she squeezed around him, taking him into a crashing wave of pleasure. Meredith feels him explode, hears his hoarse rumble of satisfaction, and the thrusts of his hips as he loses himself. Her own release rockets through her, meeting his final strokes, sending her spiraling into a shattering climax that leaves her unable to move.

Falling against her, Derek holds her tightly, feeling the last quiver around him, taking the last bit of his strength. Usually he is ready for more, but this time they have reached new heights. Their hearts crash together as one, as he presses little kisses along her face, and her mouth, too incapable of moving himself. Her hands move along his back, her legs curling with his, as he stays buried deep inside of her.

He finally lifts up on his elbows and looks at her, feeling more fulfilled and content than he ever realized possible. That they had each other to share the future with, that she was everything he ever dreamed of, wrapped in a small package of feminine strength and beauty. He kisses her forehead, nearly overcome with emotions.

"I love you so much, my sweet."

"I love you, Derek…are you all right?" She brushes his hair away from his eyes, surprised at the depth of emotion glinting there.

"Always with you. I just feel like this was more than just making love with you – it seemed like more…like something changed."

Meredith touches his chest, feeling his heart racing. "Maybe you're right…I felt it too…maybe this was our perfect moment in time…"

Derek catches the meaning behind her words, and he gives her another slow, deep kiss. "Perhaps it was...we'll have to wait and see..."

Mark paced the length of his bedroom, hands jammed in his pockets. Since Derek is still off on his honeymoon, and Alexei is away romancing his woman in Seattle, he is a little at loose ends. There's not even any Renegades to hunt anymore, to take away the edge of boredom. Maybe he should just drop by Savage Garden, see what mortals are willing to be bitten. There should be some willing females there to take his mind and body into oblivion. He isn't thinking of Addison, no, not at all. Women are all dispensable, always have been. He never wanted more than a single night, and a taste of their blood. That he desires Addison again is completely unexpected, and obviously can't happen again.

Thatcher is right, he needs to put her out of his mind. Unless he is going to tell her the truth, there's no point in even thinking about her. And no way he's going to betray any kind of vampiric secrets to her. With that thought in mind, he takes himself to the club. Gregor meets him at the door as usual, his implacable expression breaking into a grin. "My man, Sloan, the women are waiting for you. Gabriel is in the house, and the music is fine."

"Good, sounds just like what I need." Mark eyes a delectable young lady in full Goth regalia, her skin as pale as death. She winks at him, and he feels a small frisson of desire. Good, this is good…enough to make him forget a certain red-haired vixen. He can play by the rules, just watch him...