Dark Passions

55.

"Meredith, love, come to bed..." Derek murmured in his wife's ear, as she looked down at their sleeping son. She leaned down and brushed a lock of Michael's hair back, and caressed the plump little cheek. It was late in the evening, after the wedding festivities. They had finally managed to get away from everyone who wanted to hear about the amazing fortune of Meredith and her new elevated social status. Women who never had the time to speak to her before suddenly wanted to invite her for tea, or both Derek and Meredith to dinner.

"I think I'm glad we are leaving for Gracewood soon," she sighed now, as Derek's arms slid around her waist. "I really am not the type of woman to spend all her time gossiping and going from party to party."

"No, you're not, and I love you even more for it," he assured her, his lips feathering along the nape of her neck. "I much prefer the kind of woman you are...loving and kind...and sweet and sensual..." Punctuating his words with little kisses over her shoulder.

"Keep going..." she giggled, turning to face him. "I like this..."

Derek looked into her eyes, giving her the look that always made her shiver. "Mmm...I think I would much rather show you," he told her, brushing his lips across hers, teasing and tempting. Meredith met his kiss eagerly, parting her lips, meeting his tongue with hers, tangling together. The kiss deepened, and Meredith could feel the heat exuding from him, as he pulled her tightly against him.

Then he swept her up into his arms so quickly she barely had time to realize what he was doing. "I need you now, vixen..." he muttered, heading for their bedroom. "I know just what Marcus meant earlier about the day being too long. I had to restrain my own desire for you."

"You showed remarkable reserve, then," Meredith sighed, as he placed her down carefully at the side of their bed. "Except for the look in your eyes, that I have come to know...like you were making love to me with your eyes..." The eyes that were smoldering again now.

"Indeed..." Derek pushed the straps of her thin nightgown down her shoulders, suddenly impatient for her. "Just like I want to do now...my lovely, adorable wife...whom I love more than life itself..." His palms moved across her breasts, feeling the nipples hot and hard against his touch. "Meredith...I have to confess, I find I want you more and more with each passing day of our life together. I want to bury my cock in you, feel your sweet body around me. I'm consumed with thoughts of making love to you everywhere, and I barely wait until we return to Gracewood so that I can ravish you when and wherever we please. I long for you as soon as we are apart, darling." Derek sighed softly as he rested his forehead against hers. "You have my heart and my body captive, you know. Earlier today, in the chapel, I was reminded forcibly of our own wedding, when I saw you coming towards me. It reminded me how fortunate I am to have you as my wife." He caught her face again, running his thumb along her bottom lip. "Forgive me for being so outspoken, but ever since the shooting, I never want to go a day without telling you how much I love you, and making love to you."

Meredith felt a little shaken by the fierce ardor in his tone, the depth of his feelings raw in his face. "Derek, you never fail to make me feel adored. And you know I feel the same about you. I melt when you look at me; I feel weak at the thought of your hands caressing me; and I shake at the force of the desire that runs through me at the thought of your cock filling me." She paused for a second, biting her lip. "I know that is terribly wanton of me, I'm sure that most good wives do not feel so wicked."

"Ah, but there again, I love you the way you are. We are well matched," Derek murmured in her ear.

"In every way..."

Meredith looked down at his hands gliding over her, holding her possessively, the long firm fingers toying with her nipples. As she watched, he slowly grasped them and squeezed them, and she gasped at the sensation. "Does that feel good?" Derek murmured, adding his tongue, licking her to soothe the little dart of pain.