Not enough. I moved my hips in time with his hand, bucking up against his belly and the hard bulge below it. The small friction was the only relief, like tiny gasps of air.
Oh, it felt so damn good. I pulled away from his lips, tipping my head back against the cushion, and let out a soft cry.
“Shh, Serafina,” Derrick whispered. “You need to be quiet so no one can find us.”
His fingers slowed down. Pain replaced the soft satisfaction from his touch, filling up my chest like I was drowning.
Derrick leaned in, his lips tracing my cheekbone. “Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” I said through my heavy breath.
He gave me a quick, ravenous kiss and then moved down to my neck, then between my breasts, then my belly.
Derrick pushed himself up from the couch, standing over me for a couple of pounding heartbeats.
My vision blurred, the candlelight getting darker as my heart thudded. I was dying. I could not get satisfaction. I was going to drown on my desire.
Satisfaction or death. Satisfaction or death.
“The heir to Lycaster bows to no one.” Derrick dropped to his knees at the edge of the couch. “But I will kneel foryou,Serafina Helia.”
He hooked his arms around my legs and jerked me toward him.
I yelped as I slid on the chaise, but I quickly covered my mouth. Derrick looked at me with a crooked smile and raised eyebrow.
“Good girl.” He parted the draping fabric of my starry skirt. “Now try to stay quiet for me.”
His head dipped between my legs and he kissed me there just like he had kissed my lips.
A wave of satisfaction rolled over my whole body and I gasped.
I closed my eyes and moaned into my palm, containing my screams of delight to the inside of my throat. One of Derrick’s fingers joined his mouth and tongue, gently exploring inside of me. I wiggled my hips with the rolling pleasure, but Derrick’s other arm held me down so I could not squirm away from him.
He bit the inside of my thigh and shot me a look before he put his mouth on me again. The pressure built inside me, about to reach its peak. Passion raged through my whole body, pushing me closer and closer to that sweet release I needed.
Satisfaction or death.
I tipped my head back on the chaise, my entire upper body arching up as Derrick feasted on me.
“Derrick!” Stars flared behind my eyes. My legs trembled. I had to have him. I had to finish. “Derrick!”
With a flick of his tongue, he sent me over the edge, crashing into release like a wave against a mighty cliffside. My legs shook in his grip and I gritted my teeth, biting back my screams.
Then everything went still.
I blinked and the filigreed medallion on the ceiling came into focus. My entire body shook, no,shivered,like I had just walked inside after a torrential downpour.
Why was I so cold?
My stomach turned and my throat constricted. I clamped my teeth down as I held sickness back.
Derrick panted against my thigh and then he rose to his feet. He looked down on me hungrily, a satisfied smile across his devious lips.
What was he doing? Why was I on my back?
I glanced down and my eyes widened. My breasts were bare and my nipples were peaked. All I wore was my starry skirt.
Oh no…the Cupid’s Blood.The Cupid’s Blood.
