Page 51 of Silver Fire

Derek had only removed his jacket and tie when they got home. He now unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on. He found it erotically stimulating to bury himself inside her with most of his clothes on.

Leaning over her, he undid his trousers, pushing them down a little with his boxers. His heavy erection sprang free.

Crawling back up her body, he lowered his mouth to her breast to circle her nipple with his tongue, tracing maddening circles around the peak. He smiled when her fingers dug into his hair and heard her moan. When she bucked her hips, his fingers tested her readiness again. Two fingers in, she was still a tight squeeze. He knew three fingers would make her panic.

“This might hurt a little, Sophie, just keep your eyes on me,” Derek murmured. He kissed her lightly on her lips.

“You um, smell like me,” Sophie groused, turning her face away.

Derek chuckled and didn’t say anything. She was adorable, but right now he couldn’t wait to be inside her.

He fisted his cock and coated its head with her slickness before feeding it in slowly.

“Derek—” She was starting to panic, her hips tried to shift away, and her core muscles clamped down around his shaft.Shit. He was going to lose it.

“Sophie…relax,” Derek grit his teeth.

“I am…but,” she gasped and squeezed tighter.

Groaning, Derek felt like a noose had collared the head of his cock. Cursing under his breath, Derek withdrew and spread her thighs apart, pushing her knees close to her collarbone and draped her ankles on his shoulder, effectively tilting her pelvis up.

“Derek!” Sophie cried in shock and he took the opportunity to bury himself inside her in one swift thrust. He bent down and swallowed her cry of pain with his mouth, consuming her in a deep searing kiss, taking her mind off the sudden intrusion. His mouth moved fiercely over hers, probing her depths with his tongue until she started to whimper, begging him for more.

Retreating from the kiss, he muttered. “Did I hurt you too much? I’m sorry, Angel.”

“No…it’s fine,” Sophie said weakly, uncomfortably. “You feel so…big.”

Derek chuckled softly into her hair, relishing the sensation of being planted balls deep inside her but fuck he had to move.

“Angel,” he said raggedly. “I need to move, baby.”

Sophie nodded.

Derek slowly withdrew to the tip, and then thrust forward, the delicious slide sheathing his cock like a warm wet glove. This was nirvana; he never wanted to leave. She felt fucking incredible. He wanted to stay buried inside her forever.

“Fuck, Angel,” he groaned as he began to flex his hips, taking slow measured strokes to have her get used to him.

“Harder,” Sophie urged. One of her legs was still draped on his shoulder, the other one cocked to his side, her heel digging into the small of his back.

That was all she needed to say, Derek’s control evaporated and he unleashed his pent-up craving for her, plunging into her so hard, she slid up the bed. Locking her into place, he pounded deep inside her. Fast. Hard. Relentless.

“Eyes on me, Sophie.” He wanted to watch her come. He kept his gaze locked on hers as he moved inside her, their hips rubbing against each other felt like fucking heaven. He alternated thrusting and grinding erotic circles on her clit. Her eyes grew hooded again, she was close, she mewled and then she screamed, writhing beneath him, he continued thrusting into her until suddenly he bucked and swore as he felt an orgasm so powerful, he was unprepared for its intensity. He shoved into her one last time, his neck muscles bunching as he threw his head back and roared his release. He gripped Sophie convulsively, burying his face in the curve of her neck and bit her shoulder in a mark of possession.

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Sophie scrutinizedthe red imprint on her shoulder. The skin had not broken, but it was caused by a bite. Derek had marked her. She felt weird about it, thrilled and anxious at the same time. The man was intense, but he definitely knew his way around a woman’s body. When Sophie first saw his erection, she was certain she would be ripped apart. The slight hesitation on Derek’s part only spurred her anxiety. Luckily with his experience, he was able to distract her from the impending penetration, and he slid inside her with some discomfort and little pain. Everything that followed was pure ecstasy. He had ruined her for other men. She was sure of it.

He had carried her to his bathroom and cleaned her up. Now he was laying on the bed, naked, relaxed and lazily watching her move around the room.

“You didn’t say anything about marking me,” Sophie teased lightly.

“I’ve never done that before,” Derek murmured in a bemused tone. “You just taste incredible. Eat you up.” His last words were mumbled.

Running a brush through her hair one last time, she made her way to his massive bed. She frowned. “This bed could fit four people. Custom-made for orgies?”

“Damn it,” Derek said impatiently. “Get into bed. We are not having this conversation now.”

Sophie shrugged. “Just saying.”