Emma watched with wide eyes, in anticipation, as the beast surrendered to the power of the necklace, after some minutes of fighting it, and swiftly shifted to a tired and gasping Derek. Surprisingly, he was still in his suit.
Emma didn’t want to think on how he had managed that. She was just happy that he was okay.
Quickly, she told the squirrel to remove the bonds.
Prescott obliged of course, and Derek fell to the floor, terribly worn out.
Before Emma could take more steps toward him, Melvina zapped past her and knelt before her son, holding to himself and muttering comforting words.
Emma understood. She was sure that the woman was crying. She would cry if she was the one too.
So, she waited.
Watching as Derek stood up, watching as Melvina smoothed his suit from creases, still watching until their gazes met.
Time stood still.
She didn’t know which of them started the run first. But all she knew was that they were in each other’s arms, before she could say ‘Jack’.
Inhaling in his deep forest scent again drove her so crazy, that she didn’t know when a tear slipped off her eyes. She had missed him so much.
And she told him so, intermittently, even as his hands slipped down her back to her waist, and his nose landed at the crook of his neck.
She heaved in, waiting in burning anticipation, as he dropped a kiss on her neck, then on her cheek, but never on her lips.
What the heck! She thought, craving for the attention of his lips on hers.
Seeing that he wasn’t going to do that anytime soon, perhaps for the looks on them, even though he wanted to do so(the crazy lustful look in his eyes which he was trying to control, was enough proof for her), she decided to take the initiative.
“I love you.” She started, hugging him tightly again.
He said the same, whispered it hoarsely in her ears. Her wetness clenched.
And when he broke away from the hug again, she bit her lips, staring at his deep blue eyes, drowning in them, aware of the trail that a lone tear had left.
Her eyes trailed round his beautiful face and stopped at his lips, his well sculpted lips.
“Kiss me.” She mumbled sensually, knowing that he would hear her.
She wasn’t disappointed, smiling when she felt his hands tighten around her waist, seeing his head dip down to let his lips meet hers.
He kissed her. Once, twice, until she had had a taste and realized she will never have enough.
And when he tried to back up, perhaps remembering that they weren’t alone in the room, wanting to say something, she shook her head, not having it.
Rather, she tightened her hold on his neck and pulled him down to her, and the rest of his words were lost against her mouth. He kissed her gently, carefully, but it wasn’t gentleness that Emma wanted, not now, not after all this time, and so, she knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her.
Derek groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms tightened the more around Emma, his last shred of awareness dropping off. He had thought to hold back, thinking that his little witch would be shy to perhaps kiss him appropriately in public, before his parents.
How wrong he was!
She had missed him with the same intensity as he had, and it pleased him greatly. And now that she had driven him to this extent, he might as well not care too.
They kissed like crazy. Like their lives depended on it.
Derek’s tongue slipped inside Emma’s mouth, gentle but demanding, and she thought that it was nothing like she had ever experienced with the other guys she had dated. Derek was different. Has always been. Was she his mate?
She suddenly understands why people described kissing as melting because every square inch of her body dissolves into his whenever they kiss.
She felt again the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that left her limp.
He was kissing her with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. His insistent mouth on hers, sent wild tremors along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling, sensations she had missed since they last had sex.
She needed it again. She thought, gripping his hair tighter, and pulling him closer.
She knew that they were making out in front of his parents and friends, her sister perhaps and her professor, and some others. But she didn’t care. She didn’t care about any of that. All she wanted at this moment was Derek.
Pressed against him, she felt all of him.
His shampoo, and that extra scent that’s just … him. The most delicious smell she could ever imagine. She wanted to breathe him in, lick him, eat him, drink him. His lips tasted like honey. His face had the slightest bit of stubble and it rubbed her skin but she didn’t care. She thought it, sexy. He felt wonderful. His hands were everywhere, and it didn’t matter to her that his mouth was already on top of her. She wanted him closer, closer, and more closer.
But before the swimming giddiness spun her round and round till she would let him insert his fingers around her aching breasts, she heard a loud cough.
A cough that successfully broke the spell.
**
Leonarya was reading one of her magic books, when she heard a tentative knock on the door.
“Come in.” She said, dropping the book on the table, and crossing her legs on each other.
She knew it was Kyran.
So, when Kyran stepped into her room, she wasn’t surprised.
But she was, her anticipation building, when she saw Casper, one of her favorite men.
“Did you get her?” She asked, without preamble, ignoring the thought of failure and doom that had hung in her mind since Freya had left the community.