Kira's breath hitched at the authority in his voice, but she obeyed, crawling onto the large bed and positioning herself on her hands and knees. The sheets were cool beneath her palms. She felt exposed, vulnerable… and strangely, achingly ready.
He's so commanding, Kira thought as she settled into position. This is just the contract. Nothing more. So why is my body already trembling for him?
Derek stripped off the rest of his clothes in seconds and moved behind her with predatory grace. His large hands gripped her hips, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh as he pulled her back until the curve of her arse pressed firmly against him. The thick length of his cock slid along her slick folds, teasing her entrance with slow, torturous strokes.
"Already wet for me," he growled, his voice low and filthy in the quiet room. "I won't go easy on you tonight, Kira."
