Derek licked slowly up her soaked folds, savouring every drop of her release like a man dying of thirst. Kira's thighs trembled around his shoulders, her fingers still tangled tight in his hair as aftershocks rippled through her.
She could barely breathe. The pleasure had been so sharp it bordered on pain, and yet she already wanted more. When Derek lifted his head, his chin and lips glistening with her essence, the raw hunger in his amber eyes made her stomach flip.
He crawled up her body, kissing a wet trail over her stomach, between her breasts, until his mouth claimed hers again. She tasted herself on his tongue and moaned into the kiss, wrapping her legs around his hips.
"Derek…" she whispered against his lips, aching and empty.
"I've got you," he rasped.
