So here we are now...the last chapter to this love story. Thanks to all of you for being along for the ride, and hanging in there through the angsty parts, and for letting me know what you thought as we went along! This chapter is all hot and sexy, just the way you want their wedding night to be. Enjoy...and stay tuned for the epilogue to come!

Chapter Thirty-two

Wedding Night

"Welcome to our wedding night," Derek said softly, kissing Meredith's lips as he swept her up into his arms. The suite was large and luxurious – there was a chilled bottle of champagne next to the king-size bed, and small bowls of fruit and chocolates were on the bedside table. Bowls of fresh flowers graced the table along the windows, and small votive candles flickered warmly everywhere.

"It's gorgeous," she sighed, as he carried her into the room.

"So are you." For a moment, he paused, and looked at her in his arms, giving her that smile that always made her weak. "And you are my wife, in my heart, and in my soul." Derek laid her onto the bed, joining her. He covered her face and throat with tiny kisses, as his hands roamed her silken skin that glowed in the candlelight. "I can't wait any longer to make love to you..." He loosened his tie, flinging it aside, as he straddled her legs. His jacket was next, and he unbuttoned his shirt quickly, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of his chest.

"Ooh…strip for me, honey," she giggled, reaching up to help him.

"Don't laugh, I just want you right now," he warned her. "I've been thinking of this ever since this afternoon, after Alex's inopportune timing..."

Meredith got lost in the blue fire of his eyes. "Yes…I'm well aware of that…and I want you just like that too," she breathed, as he reached for the zipper on her dress. It was all he could do to hold back – his only thought at that moment was how much he needed her, and wanted to be inside her, possessing her completely.

"This has got to go," he muttered, trying to remove her gown, the slippery satin eluding his urgent fingers.

"Here...before you wreck something," she giggled, wiggling out of her gown, and stripping quickly. Just as fast, he raced to keep up with her, tossing the rest of his clothes away, not caring where anything landed.

"Thank god...I want this, your sweet skin, all just for me. We can go slow next time, but right now I need to make love to you." He held himself over her, his arms shaking.

"I'm all yours," she smiled, touching his abdomen, watching the muscle clench in desire. "Make me scream for you, make love to me…" She looked into his eyes, gone smoky now with passion, and her body pulsed in response to the raw desire there.

Derek took a deep breath, steadying himself. He reached for the champagne and the chocolates. The water dripped off the bottle, tracking over her skin and she gasped at the chill. He slipped a chocolate between her lips, and she savored the dark sweetness. Then he poured a small flute of champagne, giving her a sip. The sweetness mingled with the tang, contrasting sharply. He took a sip himself, letting the icy liquid cool his tongue, before he bent over her and sucked one nipple, the cold contrasting with her warm skin. She bucked up to meet him, hips meshing to his, seeking to pull him into her. "Now…god, now…" she begged.

"I promised you dirty, didn't I?"

She merely nodded, before he kissed her hard, and without hesitation slid into her tight warmth. Hard into soft, hot into moist. She spread her legs wider, and wrapped around him. He was possessive yet tender, demanding, yet thrilling; all masculine strength mixed with sweet passion. Derek thrust into her again and again, making the bed bounce beneath them. Meredith met his thrusts and squeezed around him, raking her nails down his back.

"Now?" he muttered, holding her gaze.

"Now…" she sighed, giving up to the pure masculine strength, the way he loved her, the connection between them. At his urgent thrust, driving into her, she gasped, welcoming him eagerly. "Omigod…omigod…" was all she could repeat, her voice low and breathy.

"You feel so damn good, so right," he murmured, pulling out of, and quickly driving back in, giving them both the thrill of the moment. "I love you, just like this…"

"You…too…" she sighed, her mind spinning away. As he felt himself losing the control he needed, he captured her mouth again, delving his tongue against hers, in rhythm with his pounding cock. Their moans and whimpers and incoherent words mixed with the creak of the bed, all other thoughts gone. As they bonded together, male and female, husband and wife, they melded in a torrent of passion and mutual need. Her climax crested, emanating to every part of her body. She rode the wave again as he pounded into her, his own release sweet and hot inside of her. The aftershocks twitched through them, as they held each other tightly. He kissed her forehead, and eased them back down against the pillows tenderly.

Meredith felt spent and dazed, unwilling and unable to move at that moment. His cock was still buried inside of her, and she squeezed just a tiny bit around him, so that he groaned again. "This is only the first round, honey," she said softly in his ear, her tongue teasing the lobe. "Are you ready for more?"

"Always with you," he vowed. He eased away from her, and poured another glass of champagne. He pushed himself up against the pillows, and they shared the glass slowly, savoring the bubbly tang. Then he set the glass aside, and pulled her against him, and for long moments, they kissed and caressed. They felt they could go on forever that way, the world reduced to taste and touch, sight and sound and scent. It was pure eroticism on their skin – his heat was hers, and taste of him was the taste of her.

Meredith stroked the growing hardness of his cock, enjoying his responses to her touches. She trailed kisses down his chest, as her hand kneaded and teased him. With a naughty little smile, she reached for one of the chocolates, licking it to soften it up. Then she slowly rubbed it along his hard length, coating him with sticky sweetness. Taking him slowly into her mouth, feeling the silky skin warm and pulsing against her lips, she swirled her tongue around him gently. Just enough to make him throw his head back against the pillows, and groan low in his throat. She licked him carefully up and down, tracing the veins with the tip of her tongue. He was fully aroused, and she could taste the small drops of his cum at the tip, licking it up as it mingled with the sweet, decadent wetness clinging to him.

As she continued to stroke and lick him, her own little noises of satisfaction thrummed against him, increasing the level of his arousal. Her hair fanned across his belly, long strands catching on the dark hair that arrowed down his abdomen. As he watched her with drowsy, half-closed eyes, she ran her tongue up the length of him and back down again. He arched up off the bed, his body suffused with pleasure, moving in time with her mouth.

"God…Meredith…" he said, his voice hoarse. "Mer-" Her only response was to slide on hand up his chest, and he caught her fingers and brought them to his lips. He sucked on her fingers as she sucked on his cock, in a matching sensual rhythm. Her fingers slipped from his mouth, and he slowly stroked her palm with his tongue, tracing down her wrist and upwards, pulling her until she had to release him and give him her mouth.

Needing her, wanting her, Derek had to kiss her then. She slid closer, and he licked her lips, tasting the combination of dark chocolate mingled with his own wetness, consumed by the pure desire to make love to her again. He didn't even want to climax again yet, just wanting to stay in this hazy, erotic limbo, entwined with her, their hips moving and meeting. Just to stay in this utter mindless fucking – so good and sweet and hot, her soft cries of pleasure increasing his own ardor. He licked the inside of her mouth, and softly bit her lip, sealing her mouth with his, sealing with the same breath.

Meredith loved the way he felt, lean muscle moving beneath her, each flex and thrust of his hips pushing deeper into her. His hand slid across her skin, up along her body, and he pressed up deep inside of her. Sweat broke out across her skin, and tremors began deep inside of her. Derek closed his eyes, and his head went back, as he pumped harder. Getting them hotter, making her wilder. Her legs spread, welcoming him, as she felt the first pulsing jerk of his release into her. More molten heat filled her, and as he thrust again, she went with him, drowning in ecstasy. It consumed them both with pleasure, that went to their bones and their souls, as they became part of each other. So hot and good, she thought lazily, kissing Derek again in an endless deep kiss.

Panting, sweaty, they slid down against the sheets together, unable to move for a long moment. Meredith's eyes fluttered closed, as he cradled her against his chest. This was where she was meant to be, here with him, cherished and safe, for the rest of her life. "I love you…" she murmured sleepily.

"Love you back, honey," he replied, stifling a yawn of his own. "Now sleep…before you kill me…"

Meredith giggled softly. "You're not complaining already, are you?"

Derek grinned at her in the dim light. "Never…"

Meredith woke later, with Derek's arm and leg around her. His body was pressed against hers, his cheek against her neck. This was the only way she wanted to wake up, now and always. The steady beat of his heart behind her was reassuring, and she snuggled closer to him. He made a small sound as she shifted, but his breathing was still slow and calm.

Her thoughts were scattered, thinking of the flight they had to catch for the Bahamas the next day, the busy schedule that awaited her once their honeymoon was over. It was all she wanted life to be, and she was so lucky to be with Derek, to share this love with him. If their paths hadn't crossed when they did, who knows where she would be at this point. Married to Jack…scared to voice an opinion…wondering what would prompt his anger next?

Derek's hand moved slowly along her body, resting at her hip, and she moaned softly. "Are you awake?" he asked, kissing her cheek.

"Mmmhmmm…"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Just being here like this…of our honeymoon…"

"No regrets, Mrs. Shepherd?"

"None. You make me happy – that's the main thing, don't you think?"

His hand continued the sensual exploration along her lower body, as his cock stirred behind her. She let herself melt as his body covered hers, their hot skin touching everywhere. His hands were gliding everywhere, strong and sure, leaving no part of her untouched. He knew exactly what she needed, and he was going to give it to her. "And I can make you happy like no other man - when I know how your body responds to me, when I know exactly where to touch you to make you shake, and how to make you come under my tongue. When I know you are going to be in my bed, in my arms, and every other man knows that too, the way you look at me. I know you're mine."

Meredith saw the intensity in his gaze, "And you are mine," she breathed, pulling him down to claim his mouth again.

"I know, Mer," he replied, his mouth on her breast, his hands at her hips. "I never want to be anywhere but here, like this…" he paused, dragging his tongue around her nipple, "and like this…" he kissed the hollow of her throat, "for the rest of my life."

He raised his head to look at her, his gaze intent, and she felt the sweet pleasure pouring into her. She gasped, as his hands stroked the sensitive skin along her inner thighs, and his mouth came down on hers again. She moved against him, pressing into his hand. He pulled on her lip, and searched for her tongue, their breathing combined.

"Derek…" she sighed, loving what he was doing to her, loving the heavy weight of him on top of her, claiming her as his. She tunneled her fingers through his hair, kissing him harder. "I want you so much.. I need to have you inside of me, filling me up…fucking me hard…."

"Meredith, I love it when you get dirty," he teased her, smiling at her.

She shifted beneath him, feeling the hot throb of his cock against her leg, and she moaned softly. The sound was low and wanting, and he got caught up in her wanting. His arm slid around her hips, lifting her to him, as he pressed close to her, feeling the wet warmth of her waiting for him.

He lifted her up, one hand supporting her as he slid into her, the other hand in her hair, letting the strands fall though his fingers. Somehow they ended up side by side, her leg over him as he slowly thrust in and out of her. He pulled her closer, devouring her mouth, trying to prolong the delicious feeling of just making love, just fucking, and the pure physical delight of being together.

"I love this," he murmured, "I love you." He nibbled on her lip again, as they leisurely moved together. "I could stay here forever, just like this."

"Oh yes," she whispered, as the warm melting throbbing continued, as he slid in and out, her wetness and his hardness combining perfectly. "Forever, only this, forever…"

The End…