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He clasps my chin, “So what do you say?”

“I don’t want you to ruin your guestroom,” I pant. “Guess I’m going to have to stay in here.”

Smirking, he purrs, “I’m so glad we could come to an agreement.”

Uh yeah...that was totally a normal way of negotiating. His eyes swirl, searching for mine and suddenly his intensity makes me too dizzy to be able to stay in his presence.

“I should try out your bed if I’m going to sleep in it,” I blurt, climbing on top of it but tense when Derex lets out a needy growl. I throw a frantic look over my shoulder, noticing he has his eyes fixed on my ass, his fists clenched at his sides and I roll over. Red in the face and full of confusing excess energy, I start jumping up and down in his bed and Derex chuckles.

Actually chuckles...the man who looks like he has ice in his veins and I’m the one who made him laugh. “Get down from there,” he grins.

“Why?” I say, bouncing even harder now.

“Because you’re so fucking adorable and I need to kiss you before things get out of hand,” he replies, his voice turning huskier and his eyes go grave when I stop. Pulling my fingers through my hair just in case there are any knots, I take a deep breath and obediently walk over to the edge until I’m looking down at him and he’s looking up at me. There’s not that big height difference between us anymore and he wraps his arms around my waist.

“It feels good just holding you,” he rasps, stroking the side of my waist. “I’ve never been close to something as clean as you.” His eyes deepen with need. “It makes me want to do bad things and teach you to enjoy them.”

My heart starts thrashing in my chest and I let out a pant when he tilts his chiseled granite face up and plants a warm kiss on my mouth. The taste of him goes straight to between my legs and I moan, nearly falling off the edge if he hadn’t been holding onto me. His tongue thrusts between my lips, fiercer than a fighter and hungrier than the night itself and this is the first kiss of all kisses ever kissed. He weaves our lips together, eating at my mouth until my pulse races as if it’s near danger, but there’s no danger around.

It’s just Derex and I give into him fully, adapting to his body as if being close to him is a basic need of mine and he holds me tighter than a tree holds onto its roots. I feel him strike cords in me, then drum them with his fingers until his music drives me crazy and I moan, “What is happening to us?”

“Just accept it,” he pants raggedly with furious lips and he moves on to kiss my throat. “You have no choice, my dear Luna. As fucked up as I am you’ve been made for me, my poor girl.”

“You’re an extraordinary man,” I breathe back, “you’re not...” I don’t even want to use the wordfucked upbecause he’s not like that. I feel something building up inside of me, the more he kisses me and it’s hot and rushing, the arousal intense and I sag against him, the need for him almost totalitarian. My body’s flushing against his, my core longing for his thrusts and when he picks me up, I wrap my legs around him, craving this man for all that he is in whichever shape he comes.

My hands go to the coat he’s still wearing and I remove it from his big shoulders when something falls to the floor and makes a loud sound. “What was that?” I shriek, looking down and I blink when I notice it’s a shiny gun. “Oh...”

Derex tenses. “For work,” he hurries to explain and he picks it up after I’ve slid down his body. “We all carry these around.” A muscle ticks in his jaw as he opens up his dark closet and puts the gun high up on a shelf. There’s a little bit of tension between us now and throwing me a concerned glance, he stabs his fingers through his hair then looks at his bed and then looks at me.

“You said something about the pool earlier,” he says with a calculated cough. “If you want to go for a swim, I’ll heat it up for you.”

His words distract me from the weapon and I look into his gorgeous eyes. I’m so hot that a dip in the pool sounds perfect.

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“It should be warm enough now,” Derex murmurs, rising from his squatted position by the pool. He glances at me from the corner of his eyes. “Go ahead, moon baby. Jump in.”

My breath gets caught in my throat. I didn’t bring a bathing suit, Derex dragged me here so fast over half of my stuff is still back at my old place. “I don’t have anything to put on,” I breathe and his eyes darken with deviousness.

“Bashful,” he says with a gentle smirk. “Scared I’ll like what I see a little bit too much? Don’t worry, I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be inside if you need me.” To my surprise he walks off and my fingers itch from how badly I crave to bring him back. I didn’t expect him to leave just like that and a part of me wants to trail after him, spend every breathing hour in his powerful presence and another is really eager to cool down and get a grip.

Taking my clothes off, I stand there in just my underwear but then I bite my lip...pending. Derex isn’t here anyway, so I yank them off too and get in butt naked. I squeak at the first lick of water, doing a couple of quick breaststrokes before swimming over to the edge and put my hands up.

Resting my head on my arms I think about how it’s been a long while since I enjoyed myself like this, long while since I fully could breathe out...I twitch at the sound of something large and ominous plunging into the ruby water and I don’t get a chance to turn around before a rough body presses up against my back and a masculine growl slices the air.

“It’s just me.” Derex’s hand goes to my throat. “Couldn’t stay away if you insist on getting naked, one look at that ass and my heart nearly fell out of my chest.” He rubs against me and I feel a hard length prodding me, until I’m overcome with desire and compliance. “Don’t say no to this,” Derex pants. “I need you, right here and right now.”

“Then I’m all yours,” I whisper, knowing in the back of my mind that he’s going to terminate me because destruction lingers in his veins and I whimper when I feel him fondling me between my legs, his mouth sucking on my throat and I moan. “Derex...”

“Relax,” he purrs, “I’ll make this good for you.” His fingers move to massage my insides and I feel his muscles ripple against my back. This man wants so much from me and it’s not just the physical but I can’t put my finger on what else he needs from me, though whatever it is I want to pour and pour it into him, until he’s satisfied. I wriggle against him and the tension in him rises. “Fuck, that’s it...”

I’m so slick and smooth, I feel ready to take him no matter how big he is. Even if this man shatters me, I won’t care and stars dance behind my eyes as I feel him growing. “I’ll go slow,” he grits, “you stop me if it gets too much but I’ll fucking die if you do...”

Determination flares in me and I promise myself not to stop him. The craving’s so intense it makes me lightheaded and I want to be claimed and cherished, spreading my legs a little to give him better access and he groans in approval. I inch closer to him and he snarls, causing me to yelp when he snatches me around the waist and makes me lean over the edge with my bare ass in the air, positioned right in front of his brutal face.

I throw a distressed glance over my shoulder and he licks his lips, before spreading me and diving right in with his mouth. The new, shocking touch makes me squeal and fidget, my skin exploding in goosebumps as he explores me with his tongue. My lashes flutter at the sight of him, my heart clenching in tune with my core because I never thought a savage man would have it in him to kiss me like this.

“You like w...what you see?” I stutter and my voice sounds weak and numb and he growls,

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