Her secret mate

The last night together I

Darcy moved fast, taking two steps at a time, crossing the corridor in long strides that almost made my head spin.

We reached my bedroom in no time.

The moment we had the privacy of a closed door, his lips were on mine again,

Quickly, he turned us both around and pressed me. The cool wooden surface felt nice and it was completely opposite to the heat his body was radiating. As he pressed me more into the door, our lips attacked one another. And I do mean attack. The way our lips moved against one another cannot be called any other way other than attack. There was no usual sweetness that I felt in his kisses or gentleness... no, it was pure raw lust that was drawing us now.

But he was not the only one blinded by this need. I was just as bad or maybe even worse. I caught his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling it a bit back so I could sink my teeth into the soft flesh of his lips, needing to taste more of him.

I guess the little ping of pain was pleasurable to him because it forced a growly moan out of his lips, that opened his lips for me and I could take the kiss deeper.

Without any hesitation, my tongue slipped into his mouth. I had to taste more of him, I just had to feel all of him. My hands slid into his hair, grabbing the thick strands, and pulling him close, needing to be closer to him. I felt my nails scrap his scalp and he released another moan this time straight into my mouth and captured it, tasting its sweetness on my tongue.

He pulled back a little and our eyes met. The burning desire in them was not something I had ever seen in them.

Darcy was always a gentle and attentive lover, but tonight it was clear that lust won over any other instinct.

His hands stayed on my ass as he took one step after the other, taking us deeper into the room until the back of his legs hit the bed. Quickly, he turned around and leaned down to crawl into the bed, while laying me down first.

My hands slipped from his hair as I reached for the bed out of instinct. This gave Darcy the freedom to stay up as he looked down at me with the most beautiful wicked smile on his lips.

"Was this what you were imagining as you were undressing with your eyes on stage?"

I chuckled and leaned back against the pillows behind me.

"Close, but you have too many clothes on your body for my fantasy to be real."

Slowly he reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt. With a wicked gleam in his eyes and a smile to match it, he took his time. Being extra careful with each button, as if it would fall apart if he moved faster.

I knew that he was teasing me and I gave in. I jumped and sat on my knees in front of him. I grabbed the lapels of his shirt and pulled on them with all my strength. Buttons went flying all across the room and his beautiful chest was now completely open to me.

Biting my lips, I let my fingers trace the well-defined muscles. His skin felt so warm under my fingers and I could not help myself. I leaned into him because I just had to taste his skin. Which was a bit stupid because I had done this multiple times, but still the need was there and I was not going to deny myself of it.

The moment my lips touched his warm skin, I heard and felt him take in a deep breath.

Enjoying his reaction and feeling a bit giggly, I started laying soft kisses all over his chest that turned into slow licks, that led me to his n****e.

The moment the tip of my tongue touched the stiff head, he released a little moan.

Feeling encouraged by the sounds he made, I took it even further, letting my mouth close over it. My tongue made a few circles, wetting the skin and making the already erect n****e even stiffer and now I could let my teeth glaze the sensitive skin.

Another deeper moan encouraged me to take it a bit further and I let my teeth press a bit harder on it. I guess it pushed him too far because the next thing I knew, I was lying on my back and Darcy was ripping the dress off my body.

The sound of ripping fabric filled the room and it hit part of my brain that I didn't know I had.

The moment the cold air of the room hit my naked skin, a soal deep moan left my chest and it was met with a low growl from him. That deep-chested sound coming from his chest made my already damp panties even wetter, but only for a second, because they were the next ones to go. They went a lot faster and easier than the dress, but for obvious reasons, it was that much hotter.

He threw it across the room, just as he started to lean down, capturing my lips with his. I met him halfway as I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. He did not fight and let me do it, as he climbed on the bed, leaning over me now completely. His huge frame covered me completely as he deepened the kiss, his hands landing right next to my head caging me completely.

And I did not mind it.

My own hands were in his hair again as I dragged him lower, needing more skin to skin contact. Needing to feel all of him pressed against me.

He did not fight me on this either, leaning into me completely, covering my body with his, but it was still not enough, because he was not completely naked and I needed to feel his naked skin against mine.