Dark Passions

68.

Meredith stifled a small giggle as she and Derek slipped away unnoticed from the wedding festivities. Hand in hand, they moved quickly through the dark corridors, heading for their bedchamber. "Do you suppose anyone noticed?" she whispered, as they closed the door behind them quietly.

"I don't care," Derek replied hotly, taking her face in his hands, and slanting his lips over hers urgently. "I believe we delayed as long as possible, my love." Ever since the ceremony, they had been exchanging heated glances, over the meal, and while the dancing had begun. Meredith had been sure that her skin was flushed from his smoldering gazes, and she had been unable to keep track of her conversations with the people around her.

Now Derek kissed her deeply, reveling in the feel of her body against his, her soft curves yielding to his touch. Giving in to his desire for her that he kept in check until this moment, his body was hard and demanding against her. "My love, you looked ravishing today..." he muttered, raining kisses along her throat, and her collarbone.

"Do you intend to make love to me against the door?" Meredith moaned, feeling her legs go weak, and her core tingle, under the onslaught of his hands and his mouth. "Like you did in the library at the Spring Fete?"

"You seemed to enjoy that, as I recall..." he told her wickedly, grinning at her. His hands smoothed along her belly, remembering that moment.

"Oh, I did, my love..." Meredith sighed, "but I much prefer to have you naked over me..." Her hands brushed the front of his kilt, feeling him stiffen beneath the rough material. "But then, you weren't wearing a kilt that evening, perhaps it would make it easier to touch you this way - lift your skirts for me, darling..." She dissolved into a peal of laughter, unable to resist.

"Oh...you will be sorry for that comment, vixen," Derek vowed, picking her up and heading for the bed. "I've been bloody uncomfortable all afternoon in this damned thing."

"I noticed," Meredith murmured, winding her arms around his neck. "You kept checking it..."

"I was worried a stray draft might expose me," he admitted.

"Ah, then Lucy would have been happy..."

"...do not say that..."

"I can't blame the girl...you have such nice legs, after all..."

"Meredith..." he growled, sinking his teeth along her throat playfully. "Do not tease me, or I will be forced to spank you...my legs are only your concern, and right now I wish to have you naked, spread over them..."

"I want you too," she whispered, feeling the flames of desire dancing along her body, wherever his hands touched her, in his haste to help her undress. His fingers caressed her shoulders, and her breasts, pushing aside the silk gown, and stroking down her back to cup her derriere, lifting her against him.

"We have waited long enough," Derek whispered as he backed her towards the bed. "I can't wait any longer..." Their fingers tugged at the rest of their clothing, tossing them aside feverishly, until they faced each other, naked in the dim light that filtered through the curtains.

Meredith tightened her hold around his neck, and pressed her breasts against his chest. "I want you inside of me. Now..."

It was all the invitation he needed. Settling her beneath him on the bed, he spread her legs wide with his thighs and ravaged her mouth with his, his tongue mimicking his thrusts, as he plundered her hot wet pussy, ramming his cock to the hilt, butting against her womb in long hard strokes. She arched her back to take him in deeper, feeling the pulsing in her core tighten until her body racked in one long shudder. Derek growled, lifting her partially off the bed, and came into her deep and full inside of her.