And then Derian begged. “Please, don’t stop
this time.”
Emily gathered Derian close, her mouth a
breath from Derian’s. “I won’t.”
Emily kissed her then, a kiss to steal her
breath, a kiss to steal her reason, a kiss to steal her old life and take her
to a place she’d never been. Derian came hard, she came helplessly, trembling
in Emily’s arms.
Chapter Twenty-four
Derian woke at dawn with Emily spooned against her,
back to front. Her arm was around Emily’s waist, her cheek nuzzled against
Emily’s nape. Chestnut hair twined across her face. The oddest sensations,
contradictory yet forged into a single flame, fired her blood. Contentment,
warm and soothing, along with banked desire, edgy and wanting. Kissing the back
of Emily’s neck, she lightly stroked Emily’s breasts and abdomen, fingers
drifting lazily. Pieces of the night played through her mind—Emily moving
beneath her, sharp cries of pleasure, pleas for more and again. Emily riding
her, stroking her, taking her—surely and without reserve. Derian’s clit pulsed
and she groaned, sliding a hand between Emily’s thighs. She was warm and wet.
Emily gave a pleased murmur and pressed her
hand over Derian’s, rocking her hips into the curve of Derian’s body. Derian’s
contentment rapidly gave way to consuming craving.
“That’s a nice way to wake up,” Emily said
drowsily.
Derian kissed a spot below Emily’s ear she’d
discovered the previous night that Emily liked very much. The swift gasp of
breath encouraged her to keep going, turning Emily gently onto her back to
claim her mouth. She eased on top of her, keeping her weight on her arms, and
indulged herself.
Emily nipped at Derian’s earlobe. “If this is
what you’re like in the morning, I’m very glad you stayed.”
“It’s a new experience for me,” Derian said,
making her way down Emily’s neck to her breasts. She rubbed her cheek against
Emily’s rapidly hardening nipple. “And one I like very much.”
Emily loved the weight of Derian’s body over
hers, the sensation one of equal parts owning and being owned. Stroking both
hands over Derian’s shoulders and down the arch of her back, she clasped
Derian’s hips and wrapped her legs over Derian’s. Their bodies fit together as
if they’d joined a thousand times, but the excitement racing through her was as
great as the first instant they’d touched. “I’m afraid you may have unleashed a
demon.”
Derian chuckled and slid a little lower. “I
certainly hope so.”
Thought fled as Derian’s mouth awakened her.
Emily gripped the sheets when she could no longer reach Derian, her body open
and vulnerable and alive with anticipation. Derian’s groan, a low rumble of
possessive pleasure, shot through her, stirring her even more than the
impossible glory of Derian taking her with her mouth and hands. How could every
move be so perfectly timed, unerringly stroking and pushing her to places she
had never realized she could go?