Chapter 10

AN: Now we get to have a little fun. I think this is it, but cry epilogue and I will probably work on one. I do have another idea brewing, but for a different story. Warning, graphic again for you innocent souls….

It didn't take more than a minute for Derek to want to deepen the kiss. There was something about kissing her that was so different from kissing any other woman. When he kissed her, this blend of hunger and want that was nearly devastating swept over him. There was incredible need there too, the need to possess her, claim her as his.

Not to mention the feel of her soft, sweet lips, a perfect match for him. He always knew they would be. He had so many fantasies about those lips of hers, fantasies that kept him up at night. Very carnal and base fantasies. He smiled a little as he kissed her, now he'd get to try them out!

She pulled away a little bit and looked up at him, confusion marring her brow. "What are you smiling about?"

He shot her a wicked grin, then brought his hands up to cup her face. His thumbs caressed her bottom lip, just slightly. His grin disappeared and desire flamed in his eyes. A thrill ran up her spine; he looked like he could absolutely consume her.

"Penelope," he said thickly, bringing his hands down her body to pull her so close to him she could feel his heartbeat. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

She knew the question was rhetorical; the next moment he was kissing her with abandon, making her whimper with need. They made their journey to her bedroom, clothes dropping carelessly on the way. He encouraged her to lay down, and he quickly followed, never breaking the drugging kiss that was driving her nearly insane with passion.

She wasn't going to get a reprieve; his lips moved to her neck and a whole new field of sensation opened up. She leaned back, trying to give him better access. When she felt like she couldn't take anymore, he finally pulled away.

Her eyes opened; he was gazing at her breasts with such intensity, it took her breath away. His hand came up to touch her, cupping the weight in his palm, his long fingers brushing over the peak. His mouth replaced his fingers, and her eyes closed again, reveling in the feeling of his warm mouth on her sensitive skin.

His other hand was toying with her legs. She was becoming greedy and desperate, opening her legs, arching her hips at him, trying to get his hand where she needed it most. "Please, Derek," she begged shamelessly. "Oh, please…. Oh, God, yes!"

She could feel him smiling against her breast; he was going to pay later for this! But right now, she was feeling much, much too good to complain. His fingers danced against her most tender flesh, stroking in perfect rhythm to his mouth on her breast. Less than a minute later, she was coming apart under his masterful hands.

She felt him slide up her body. She opened her eyes, she felt so sated, lethargic. "This is the way it should have been the first time," he growled before capturing her lips again. His tone was bittersweet. "You deserve to be loved, Penelope, worshiped. Every inch of you…"

His hand began stroking again, stoking the embers of the fire that was just sated in her. When he kissed his way back down her neck, past her cleavage, dragging his hot mouth over her stomach, she was back to being wound like a top, needing release. When his hands slid under her and his mouth replaced his fingers, she got that release, bigger and better than the first one.

Within moments, he was on her and in her, filling the aching void that she didn't even realize she had. She needed this man, needed him to complete her, she was so empty without him. He kissed her, his mouth sealing over hers with infinite tenderness and passion.

She was so limp, so languorous, she could barely move, yet that need began again. His hand moved between them, to increase that want that she had. "Come, sweetheart," he whispered against her ear. "Just one more time.."

The words inflamed her, sent her over the edge, into a throbbing, convulsing bliss, incredible spasms rocking her. He joined her that time, holding her so tightly that breath was nearly impossible.

Afterwards, he held her in his arms, and she held him back. "I am never going to let you go," he said softly.

She smiled a little and snuggled closer. "I'll hold you to that," she said, before sleep took her, knowing that she never had to worry for a second that he would break that promise.