Chapter 43: Sweet Seduction
Derek enters their penthouse, pausing at the foyer when he realizes the only light is from several flickering candles. They're on the floor, along the marble tile where they reflect in little licks of flame. He grins to himself, picking up Meredith's scent, and enjoying this scene she has set for him. Then he walks further inside, finding more candles on the piano, reflecting in the dark glass windows. More mark a path towards the bedroom.
His boots click along the floor as he makes his way across the room. He tugs his tie open, and begins to unbutton his shirt, already anticipating what he will find beyond the bedroom threshold. Already visions of his lovely wife are dancing in his thoughts, his desire for her having been enhanced by the blood that he has taken before coming home. His cufflinks are the next to loosen, before he stops at the doorway.
With a smile, he slips out of his jacket and leans casually against the doorframe. His whole body tightens, as he surveys their bedroom. More candles flicker along the floor, and the bedside tables, and the air is perfumed by their sweet scent mingled with Meredith's that calls to him like a siren. His eyes see clearly in the dim light, and he hisses a breath in delight when he spots her.
The bed is covered with black silk sheets, and several pillows are scattered over the surface. And kneeling in the center, Meredith waits for him. She is wearing a pale lavender silk negligee, with straps that seem too delicate to be effective. Her hair is caught up loosely, with lavender ribbons woven among the tresses. The little ribbons trail down her throat and draw his eyes to her pulse point. The ruby amulet glows warmly against her pale skin.
"Hello, love," he murmurs.
Meredith gives him a naughty little smile, and crooks one finger at him. "Come here, sweetheart…"
Derek drops the jacket to the floor, unheeded. The tie follows and he rips the rest of the buttons open on the shirt, discarding it, as he swiftly crosses the floor. "This is quite a nice surprise," he grins, pausing at the edge of the bed removing his boots as well.
"I was feeling an intense urge to make love to you, and I wanted to make it a real scene of seduction…"
"Oh, you succeeded, love."
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, Derek lowers himself to the bed, willing himself to slow down, despite everything in him that wants to take her hard and fast, sliding against the silky sheets. His body is already aching for her, his cock hard and throbbing against the confining pants. "You realize that this gown may be in shreds…?" he mutters, crawling closer to her. Meredith leans forward to meet him, and he moves into kiss her, holding the back of her neck possessively. His warm breath fans her cheek, before his lips slant over hers, and his tongue slips into her mouth. He flicks along her tongue, before thrusting harder, wickedly, deepening the kiss into a ravaging one.
When he lets her go, she finds herself pinned to the silky sheets, with his body straddling her. His eyes roam along the barely covered curves of her body, as if seeing her for the first time again. The gold is beginning to consume his eyes, as he reaches out to touch her. Slowly, he explores the sweetness of her breasts, along her belly, and over her hips. "So beautiful, Meredith…I love coming home to you every night like this." One finger hooks under one delicate strap, easing it down her shoulder, dragging the filmy silk away from her breast. He follows the material with his fingers, rolling the nipple between them, squeezing just a little, and then soothing it as she gasps. He does the same to the other strap, and repeats the attention to her other breast, this time leaning down to flick his tongue along the rosy tip as well.
Meredith arches up to meet him, a little whimper in her throat. Desire whips through her, along her nerves, as he continues to tease her, and wet heat pools in her core. His fingers alternate with his tongue, as he inches the material ever lower. He growls low in his throat, as the passion roars in his veins.
"I need you, Derek…" she whispers, trailing her fingers along his broad back, and down to the waist of his pants. Her hand moves to the erection that begs for her touch, rubbing him through the material. "Don't hold back, please baby…"
This is the only encouragement he needs, and he moves away from her only long enough to strip his pants away. Then he is between her legs again, pushing the gown out of the way. One rip and it would be gone, but she gives him a wink and shimmies out of it, tossing it aside. "I happen to like that one."
Then her delicate body is displayed against the inky sheets, the ruby amulet is the only adornment. Her legs fall open invitingly, and he touches her, seeking the wetness there. Caressing her sensuously, before sliding one finger into her, stroking her into bliss. His mouth drops to her as well, his tongue against her clit, as his fingers move rhythmically in and out.
Cum for your male…now…
Meredith moans, as the pleasure mounts and builds, higher…higher…until it peaks and she drops into ecstasy. Her skin is hot and wet against his hands, as she shudders beneath him. Derek feels the clench around his fingers, every little squeeze making her cry out for more. In the blink of an eye, he is over her, staring down into her pleasure drugged eyes. "You need more, baby?" he asks, his fangs now gleaming in the candlelight. Desire thrums between them, the air heavy with arousal, damp skin and ragged breathing between them.
"Always…"
He kneels between her, his cock in his fist, running the crown along her damp folds. The swollen head bumps against the wetness, seeking entry as he torments them both with his deliberate pace.
"Just take me…hurry…" Meredith places her hand over his, running her thumb along the tip, guiding him lower.
"Sweetness…this is too much fun to take quickly," he teases, sliding just a little into her. So wet for him, she welcomes him, rising her hips to meet him. Her lush little body is pulling him deeper, as he savors her wetness around him. She moans in anticipation, as he goes harder, withdrawing and then plunging in again. "So deep inside of you now, love…is that better?"
"So…much better…" Her hips angle to meet him, her fingers along his back, nails scraping his skin. Each exquisite thrust joins them even more, as two parts of a whole, their blood pounding in time. Derek groans, moving over her, melding his body against her, skin touching everywhere. His hands tug hers over her head, threading his fingers with hers, as he continues to rock against her.
"Harder...?"
"Deeper…want deeper…"
He feels like they are already fused, each stroke taking him closer to the edge of his climax. Already lost in the moment, his fangs graze her throat, needing to bite her again. As his teeth pierce her skin, Meredith starts to cum, in great blinding waves, taking him along with her. His mouth pulls at her throat, as his cock surges into her over and over. Finally, he releases her throat, licking it before looking at her again. His eyes blaze gold in the dark, as he keeps her pinned down, his hips bucking against her, sending her spiraling into another orgasm.
"Derek…don't stop…harder…"
With every surge, they take each other to the next level, and his mouth takes hers again. The climax hits them both simultaneously, in a scorching release that makes her nearly mindless, everything else shut out except the feel of his body against her. Feeling his seed hot inside of her, as she rocks against him, unable to do anything but hold onto him.
Spent, sated and dazed, Derek collapses over her, stroking her cheek, still throbbing inside of her, as their hearts thunder against each other. Finally, he rises up on one elbow, and gives her a soft kiss, his eyes fading to his usual indigo. Tugging at one of the little ribbons, he toys with it, his mouth quirking into a grin.
"Well, whatever reason you had for this seduction, I am glad you thought of it," he remarks, still touching her skin, unable to keep from caressing her.
Meredith giggles softly, running her fingers along his cheek, feeling the little stubble beginning to roughen his jaw. "I love you, and I just wanted to surprise you…"
"I love you as well, darling girl. You will continue to surprise me for the rest of eternity, I'm sure." He kisses the little lingering mark where he bit her, the taste of her blood still lingering on his tongue. "And I will never…ever…get enough of you."
Meredith can feel the desire for her stirring against her thigh, his cock still primed for more. Her own body quivers in response, as she touches him, making him give her a wicked smile. "Then show me how much more you can take, baby…" she purrs, her little fangs ready to put her mark on him this time…
Much later, Meredith curls contentedly against Derek. "What did you learn from Mark earlier?"
He kisses the top of her head. "Not much, I'm afraid. He's chasing women and taking more blood than ever. Determined not to break the rules, in his words."
Meredith frowns. "Father says not to worry – that Mark will find his own destiny, but I still feel for him." She traces the definition of Derek's muscular chest wither fingertip.
Derek closes his eyes in pleasure at her touch. "And you may completely distract me from conversation again if you keep doing that…"
"This?" She runs her hand along the flat of his abdomen, feeling the muscles bunch in delight.
"Yes, that…" he chuckles. "Mark may be a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them. He'll learn his lesson. If he wants this mortal badly enough, he will need to be open with her. That's the only way."
"Hmmm…." Meredith dips lower, over his hips. "Father also hinted about grandchildren…"
"He did?"
"He is convinced I will conceive a child – that our bond is too special not to." Her mind is filled with the implications of that.
"And what do you think? Is your body telling you anything…can you sense a change?" he asks, pulling her over him. His hands graze her belly. "Have we already started on the family?"
"I don't know, seriously, Derek. Maybe…" she smiles, putting her hands over his.
"Or maybe we just need to work on it further, love."
His cock rises between her thighs, eager to consummate just that all over again.
"Maybe we should," she agrees, falling forward, her hair tickling his chest, the ribbons long since discarded. This time he is sliding against the silky sheet, as she kisses him. His passion rises, just as she settles over him, guiding him deep into her. "Dawn is coming…"
"And so are you…" he grins wickedly, taking her faster, thrusting upwards in a long deep slide, so that she gasps. Before the sweet light diffuses the night sky, they bond once more, body and soul…