Chapter 49 Livy
Livy
Derek slid on the condom and secured the ties, then slicked something over his length—by the way it glistened, it was some sort of oil. Livy let out a slow breath. It was really going to happen. They were about to do this.
Her gaze trailed over his defined chest, his too-prominent ribs, locking on the one that stuck out too far, then traveled down his muscled abdomen. He was all rivers and valleys of muscle everywhere she looked. Her lean wolf.
Her limbs were weak with lethargy, but even so, the telltale simmering need began to build between her thighs again.
Every stroke of his fist over his length, every flex of his arm muscle, had the pressure strengthening.
She could stare at him like this forever.
Feverishly stroking himself until every one of those muscles went taut, until he succumbed to his release.
Her breath stuttered as sinful images filled her mind, as she realized exactly what her thoughts would lead to: Him covering her with his seed.
A claiming. One day she was definitely making that happen. But not tonight.
She bit her lip. She couldn’t wait to be his in every way possible.
And he hers. She only had to hope they could find a way to make it happen in truth.
Perhaps some would call her foolish for giving her body over to Derek outside of marriage.
Especially with the knowledge that marriage might not be an option for them.
But she couldn’t find it in herself to care.
If all they had was this time, she was going to take full advantage.
Take every piece of this man she could have.
“How do you want this to happen, clever girl?” He arched a cheeky brow. “Want to ride me?”
She knew why he was asking, the concern was clear in his eyes, in the way his hand trembled ever-so-slightly where it caressed her thigh.
Her heart went soft. He was trying to hide his nerves with a bit of teasing.
He didn’t want to hurt her, send her spiraling like the last time.
She had a feeling that wouldn’t ever happen with him again.
“What if we did it like this?” She wiggled closer to the edge of the mattress, his cock rubbing against her center.
His lids lowered, fingers digging into her skin. “You’re sure this will be all right?” His tone was nothing but gravel.
She nodded, slowly rocking against him, and he hissed out a breath through his teeth. She’d love nothing more than the opportunity to ride him, be in full control of this man. But there was absolutely no way her thighs were holding her up right now.
“This way your weight isn’t on me,” she murmured, then slid one leg up his side, wrapping it around him and digging her heel into his back to pull him closer.
She might not be in full control, but she could still be demanding.
“But you can still give me what I need.” Her pulse ticked up, feathering against her neck.
Derek’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his cheeks flushed as he ground against her.
He notched himself at her entrance, pressed against her, not enough to push inside.
A tease. Just like that, the fire in her veins was back, the lust searing just beneath the surface. Ready for another round.
“Like that, love?”
“More,” she breathed.
Something dangerous glinted in his eyes, and then he thrust home.
She inhaled sharply, a small moan escaping.
Oh. That was quite nice. Exceptionally nice.
She’d thought it was supposed to hurt. She remembered Aunt Mellie explaining things to her on one of her visits a couple years back.
Some women experienced sharp pain and bleeding, her aunt had said; others, discomfort.
All Livy felt was…stretched beyond measure. It was lovely.
He drew his hips back before pushing forward in a shallow imitation of a thrust. Her fingers fisted the bed linens.
Another slow, shallow slide. His gaze never left hers, studying her with an intensity that reached deep inside of her, an intensity she felt punctuated with every small thrust. She ground her teeth and glared at him. He was teasing her, the numpty.
He grinned.
“Derek.” She growled at him.
“I know you think I’m being a bastard,” he said with a pained chuckle. “I’m actually trying not to embarrass myself.”
He pulled back farther and then drove into her.
Her mouth opened, but no words came out.
Determination lit his features, his brow furrowing.
He drew back, then sank into her. Harder.
A cry fled her, her legs frantically sliding up his sides.
She rocked back into him. She needed more, more of this feeling of not knowing where she ended and he began.
It was nothing she could have ever imagined.
On his next retreat, she dug her heels into his back, pulling him against her as he snapped his hips forward, forcing him impossibly deep.
He stilled, his eyes slamming shut, fingers digging in so hard she was sure she’d bruise.
“You. Feel.” A growl ripped from him. His harsh breaths echoed violently around them, punctuated by pained grunts.
Finally, some of the tension left him. “Too fucking good. Once again, love, this is going to be pitifully short.”
“More, Derek.” She didn’t care if it would be short. It didn’t change that it was everything.
She reached for him. He went to her instantly, bracing himself on a forearm above her.
She delved into his hair, tangling her fingers so tight she hoped she’d never be able to let go.
She tugged him down for a wild kiss, tongue and teeth clashing, while she ground against him, even as he remained still.
Derek pulled back from the kiss. With his eyes blown black, combined with his jet-black waves falling around his face, he looked like the devil coming to pull her down to the Underworld. Her Hades. And just like Persephone, she wouldn’t be able to resist him. She’d never been able to resist him.
“God, Livy. You need to stop grinding against me like that.”
“I don’t care, Derek. Lose yourself with me. Just let go.”
A growl tore from him, laced with frustration and resignation. He would give her what she asked for. And he knew it.
He straightened, then her hips were being lifted, her body shifted up the bed. Her legs tightened around him as he climbed onto the mattress, one arm sliding under her back. He held her tight, keeping them joined, as he settled on his knees.
It was wicked, the picture they presented. She had full view of their sweat-slicked bodies, the way hers led straight to where she rested in his lap, where they were joined, like they were one.
His biceps bulged while he held her hips and slowly thrust into her, the taut muscles of his abdomen rippling.
She wanted—no, needed—this image of him permanently painted in her brain.
Long, lean body. Chiseled, straining thighs.
Rounded, solid chest. Neck stretched back, lips parted, rough exhalations exploding from him, coal-black curls swaying with every thrust.
Wild. Untamed. Breathtaking.
Her beast.
Mine.
“Touch yourself, Livy.” He gritted his teeth. “Get yourself close. Tell me when you’re at the edge. Then I promise I’ll give you everything you need. But I won’t go over without you.”
Her hand reacted before her lust-fogged brain could catch up. Her fingers skated in frantic circles, her attention locked on where he sank into her. He was so thick. She was so full. Oh, God.
Her senses screamed, overwhelmed, spiraling and coiling tight.
Hot velvet hardness dragged against her fingers, sinking into her. Deep. Hard. Determined.
Liquid heat flooded her. “Derek. Now.”
And he finally let the beast loose. The one she’d craved for so long. He fell forward on one hand, his other dug into her backside, yanking her into him as he snapped his hips. “Fuck.” A feral noise tore from his throat as he drove into her. Hitting places inside her that had her seeing stars.
She could never have imagined it would be like this.
The way he rammed into her, like if he thrust hard enough, he could forever be a part of her, fuse them together.
The tension in his body radiated against her, every bit of his violent lust consuming her.
A man possessed. It was as though their bodies took on a life of their own, that’s how deep the need ran, how powerful it was.
They were reduced to nothing but their reckless and raw desire for one another.
“I can feel you pulsing around me. God, it’s never been like this—” He broke off on a guttural noise.
The heat inside her burst into flame. She cried out, his name on her lips as she shattered.
His hoarse shout filled the chamber as he buried himself deep, collapsing against her.
His frame shook. Or perhaps it was her shaking.
She didn’t know. She was in pieces, body and soul torn apart.
They slowly floated back down, and as they lay there, trembling in each other’s arms, she melded back together. Around him, including him, forever him.
He immediately went to roll off her, but she latched onto him, pulled him atop her.
“Livy, I don’t want to—”
“You won’t, Derek. It’s all right. I promise.”
His weight, the feel of him on her, it didn’t bring back unwanted memories. Him surrounding her…now it made her feel safe.
Even with her reassurance, he pushed up, resting on shaky forearms, face inches from hers. He gently brushed his nose across hers. “I have never been more destroyed in my life.” His ragged breaths danced over her lips. “Fuck, Livy, I’m nothing but yours.”