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You were having sex with a guy, Trevor, for the first time in months and he made you remember why so much time had passed since your last sexual encounter.

From time to time you remembered to moan, just not to stay too silent, with such fakeness you sounded like the most experienced porn actress.

You know those ones that you barely touch with a finger and they’re already screaming and moaning at the top of their lungs as if they were having the best orgasm of their life? That was you.

How the hell did that guy not even understand that your moans were fake? Even the damned stones would have understood.

But not him. Trevor seemed so satisfied with his performance and you could see from a mile away that he hadn’t touched a woman in years, that he was only and solely focused on his pleasure.

His hips were moving too frantically, he had no rhythm and it seemed as if he was chasing something.

It was these random encounters that made you hate sex. You weren’t one of those women who needed sex in their life 7 days a week, you were fine without it, but sometimes you needed that human contact, that adrenaline, that desire, feeling your intestines turned upside down and your organs moved from their original spot, you needed to feel like dying while having an orgasm.

God how you missed sex like that.

You hated to admit it, but the only man who had been able to make you feel so much pleasure, to make you forget your own name was him.

Stop, don’t think about him right now.

You realized you were too quiet so you started panting and moaning again as if Trevor was rocking your world instead of almost putting you to sleep.

Man, you regretted inviting him so bad.

But what could you say? Desperate times, called for desperate measures.

When the hell is it going to end?

“I’m coming…” he groaned and you mentally sighed in relief. You didn’t even bother faking an orgasm, you just got out of bed and locked yourself in the bathroom, not even saying a word, hoping Trevor would get the hint and leave before you came out.

You turned on the shower and waited for the water to get a little warm before entering the stall, your only thought directed towards your vibrator best friend who was impatiently waiting for you.

-

The case the BAU was working on was successfully closed and the unsub got arrested before he could kill his next victim. You were on the team jet, returning in Virginia, and you were making yourself a cup of tea when you felt a presence behind you.

You turned and rolled your eyes when you noticed Derek Morgan standing behind you, his muscular arms crossed over his chest and a sneering smirk — both panty-ripping and slapping — plastered on his face.

“What do you want now Morgan?”

You had noticed Derek giving you strange looks all day now, but you had never had the chance to ask him why since you were both busy on an important murder hunt. You weren’t sure how to describe the way he looked at you, like he was teasing you on one hand but also analyzing and scrutinizing you from head to toe on the other.

You and Derek weren’t complete strangers, to say the least.

You ended up in bed together after a night of drinking after a successfully closed case, months ago. You wanted to forget it, god you tried so hard, but your mind kept replying that night every day since it happened.

He thought you didn’t remember anything, but every time you looked at him you could only think about how that bastard had been the best and most beautiful sex of your life.

And you hated it.

Stupid Trevor, why did you have to be the worst sex of my life and make me believe even more I’ll never have something as overwhelming as I experienced it with Derek?

Both you and Derek silently decided it’d only be a one-night stand but there had certainly been no shortage of jokes and barbs from him, or the languid and mischievous glances he’d throw you, like he wanted to undress you with his gaze, or how he’d give you that panty-ripping grin when he caught you staring at him.

You had always thought that Derek was a handsome man, since you joined the BAU. You’d always fantasized about him from day one, god you was so attracted to him likefew, but knowing what it was like to have sex with him had turned your world upside down.

And it didn’t help that you were so frustrated after the Trevor fiasco.

That day Derek was wearing an all-black look, almost as if he knew how crazy he was driving you.

Please calm down now.

“Oh nothing, I just wanted a coffee,” he replied, his voice so husky and soothing that just hearing it almost made you want to beg him to give him a blowjob right there in front of everyone.

Fucks sake I’m becoming an animal.

Your heart almost stopped when you realized he had taken a step towards you, almost making your drop your cup.

“You’re welcome, the kitchen is all yours then.”

“How was your night?” he asked, making you stop in your tracks before you could exit the jet’s small kitchen.

You sipped your tea, your heart skipping a beat. “It went well.”

His grin grew even wider, and you wondered what the hell was going through his mind. “Just well?”

“What do you want, Morgan?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh nothing, baby girl. I just asked a simple question.” His eyes moved from your eyes to your lips and your mouth suddenly felt dry. Derek noticed the way you wet your lips with your tongue, even though it was completely unintentional.

Even though your stomach was in a tizzy, you feigned calm and tranquility as you took another sip of your tea. “Well, I answered you, now if you don’t mind, I’m going to…”

He cut you off. “You know, if I hadn’t known before, I would’ve actually given you an Oscar for Best Actress.”

You frowned. “What?”

His grin grew even bigger than it already was. Your breath caught for a moment as he took another step towards you.

He was close.

Too close.

Your eyes never left his, which despite the dim light shone like two bright beacons in the night. His scent flooded your nostrils and that was enough to rekindle your senses.

Why the fuck did it have to smell so good?

“Oh yeah,” he fake-groaned in a low but high-pitched tone and you wished the earth would swallow you right then.

That’s what the bastard was talking about, he heard you.

Derek Morgan heard you having sex and, in that moment, you hated Trevor even more.

“Why fake actress?” You asked, an eyebrow raised.

“You look so beautiful when you fake a confidence you don’t have,” he retorted, reaching up and stroking your cheek with his index finger. It took all of you not to lean into his touch and close your eyes. “But the blush on your cheeks always gives you away. It’s so damn cute.”

Your breathing was visibly quickening, and you found yourself putting the cup of tea on the sink because you knew it would slip out of your hands sooner or later. You tried to put distance between you and Derek, but the space was too small.

“Morgan, they could hear us.”

“We’re just talking,” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and — even though you fought it — you couldn’t help but look down at his lips, so beautiful and sensual. “I’m congratulating my dear colleague on her amazing performance.”

“Will you just stop? It wasn’t a performance. It was sex, have you ever heard of that, Morgan?”

He chuckled, his fingers still playing with the lock of your hair. “Oh yes, of course, that’s why I can tell reality from fiction and that orgasm, my beautiful agent, was the furthest thing from reality.”

“It’s not true,” you muttered, unable for the life of you to pretend and be more convinced. Derek’s eyes traveled along your body, making every cell that passed under his hungry gaze light up and set ablaze. He wet his lips and you almost moaned at the gesture. And that would’ve been a real moan. “You’re so creepy, did you really listen to me having sex with someone else?”

“It’s not my fault our rooms were practically attached,” he replied, his voice lowered and a hint of irritation surrounding it. “Believe me when I tell you the last thing I want is to hear you with someone else. But it comforts me to know that he wasn't even up to your level.”

“Oh, and what do you know? You weren't there with me.”

His chocolate brown eyes met yours again. His face came so terribly close to yours that you thought he was going to kiss you right then and there.

And the bad thing was that you wanted it and you were going to let him.

“Because I know what you look like when you're coming, I know what you sound like when your body is shaking with a real orgasm, I know how to touch you, how to make you lose your mind,” he whispered but his voice reached your ears powerfully. You clenched your hands into fists because that one whispered sentence made your vagina throb.

“You remember?” You whispered back, alternating your eyes between his and his lips. God how you wanted those lips on you, on every inch of your body.

You decided that you would think about how pathetic you sounded later.

His left arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards his body, already interrupting the tiny space between the two of you. A sigh escaped your lips involuntarily when you felt his erection press against you. Your hands, which were resting on his sculpted chest, clenched his shirt in a fist.

“I have done nothing but replicate that night for the last three and a half months, every fucking day.”

With his free hand, Derek moved your hair aside, letting it fall over your shoulders and leaving your neck free.

You sighed when he placed his hot mouth on your skin, leaving a series of chaste kisses that made you lose your mind. You forgot for a few moments where you were, that at any moment any member of the team could walk in there, but you couldn’t give a fuck.

“I know how your body shakes with pleasure, you pant uncontrollably, your moans aren’t loud,” he kissed that spot below your ear, “but they are so intense and so fucking sexy, I can come just hearing them. You don’t scream, but everything that came out of this mouth when you were with me was real. The way your body writhed, the way your pussy tightened around me was real. Tell me baby, did this happen with him? Did you feel like you were going to explode?”

“Oh God… Derek…” you muttered, your eyelids half-closed as his lips kissed your neck and his teeth nibbled your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. You didn’t even realize you’d tilted your head to the side to give him more access but you didn’t care, if that man wanted to fuck you right there, you would’ve let him without hesitation, even if it meant everyone would catch you.

That’s how desperate you were.

“I don’t think so,” he answered his own question and raised his head so he could look at you.

You bit your bottom lip, trying hard to hold back the urge to kiss him until you were out of breath.

His erection continued to press harder and harder against your body and you writhed, just wanting some relief.

“I tried to forget about that night, believe me. I was drunk but I remember every single gasp, every breathy moan, everything that dirty mouth said to me,” his thumb traced your bottom lip and you parted your lips spontaneously, your breathing quickening and your heart beating like you had just done a hard workout. “I remember perfectly the way you looked at me, how your eyes shone while you had my dick in your mouth, how you smiled at me when you turned around and looked at me while I fucked you from behind… Every little detail is burned into my memory and I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.”

“Fuck Derek please…” But you were begging him for what? You didn’t know.

His lips slammed against yours before you could finish that sentence and you moaned.

Yes, damn it, you moaned, and all you could do was pray that no one had heard you.

Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck as he held you tightly against his body, both of his hands gripping your hips with a firm, steady grip. His tongue wasted no time in possessing your mouth as soon as you gave him the chance and you lost yourself in that kiss.

All the frustration that had built up ignited like a match hitting gasoline, ready to explode and drag you into the ash.

You were rubbing yourself against him, his erection so hard you wanted nothing more than to free it.

“Y/n! Can you get me a cup of tea too please?” You heard JJ’s voice and that little bubble you and Derek were trapped in burst, making you separate from each other.

“Yes, I’ll be right there!” You exclaimed back, never taking your eyes off Derek whose chest was rising and falling rapidly in response to yours, his lips slick with saliva.

“Don’t even think for a second this is over,” he whispered, grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ll kill before I let another man take what’s mine.”

“Not very jealous, huh?” You bit your lip and he sucked in a breath.

“Yeah. I’m quite possessive of what’s mine.”

“Since when?”

He grabbed your face with one hand with a tight grip, determined to leave you no escape but at the same time gentle, careful not to hurt you or leave marks. “From this moment on you are. Understood?” He kissed you one last time and you found yourself nodding in a trance like a poor idiot.

Girl stand the fuck up!

“See you soon, baby.”

When Derek had said those last words you didn’t think he was serious but when that same evening he knocked on your doorbell, you couldn’t hide your amazement and — above all — your excitement.

God what kind of witchcraft had that man done to you?

You waited a couple of moments before opening, just to keep him on his toes.

When you opened the door Derek revealed himself at his best, breathtakingly wonderful. You noticed he had changed clothes, he was wearing a white shirt and black pants and you wondered why he had dressed so elegantly to come to you.

But then you remembered when you—still drunk—told him how sexy he looked in a white shirt.

Needless to say, the memory of it made you want to bury yourself.

“Took you a long time, baby girl,” he grinned, a cheeky smirk plastered across his lips as he took pleasure in the way your eyes hungrily roamed over his body.

“What are you doing here?”

“I told you, this isn’t over.” He took a step toward you and then walked past you into your house, not even waiting to be invited in. Typical Derek Morgan.

“Come in, I guess,” you muttered under your breath before closing the door and following him into the living room. You watched him sit on your couch, legs spread and arms stretched over the back, his eyes on you as they devoured you.

He was so fucking hot you wished you had Reid’s eidetic memory so you could never forget that image.

He looked like a king sitting on his throne, ready to spit out orders and sentences left and right that you’d have happily obeyed whatever he asked.

Good job, sending back feminism back a hundred years.

His presence filled your modest home, it felt like every inch of it belonged to him and a part of you hated how good he looked sitting there on your couch.

He nodded to the empty seat next to him, never taking his eyes off you, as he looked at you and observed you so intently almost as if he wanted to find your most intimate secrets.

“You want something?”

His eyes traveled down your body and for a moment you cursed yourself for not wearing something sexier than a simple t-shirt and shorts. But, in your defense, you didn’t think he’d actually show up at your house.

He nodded as he looked back up at your face. “You.”

Your stomach clenched in on itself and for a moment you didn’t know what to do. Your options ranged between kneeling in front of him and running away to your bedroom and locking yourself in just because of the intensity of his gaze.

“Should I drag you here or what? I don’t bite, you know.”

“I wish,” you muttered under your breath but the deep, sexy chuckle that escaped his lips proved that it wasn’t as short as you thought.

“Come here, baby girl.”

Your feet moved on command and you stepped towards him. You were about to sit down but he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him, making you sit on his lap.

Your arms spontaneously wrapped around his neck, just like they had done that same afternoon during that kiss. Your eyes looked and studied his face as if you hadn’t already imprinted every detail of his features in your memory.

Desperate? Very much so. But who could blame you.

That man was walking sex.

And he was sitting on your couch.

“I don’t understand you…” you started to speak, trying for a moment to think with your brain and not with your vagina.

“About what? I’m afraid you need to be more specific, baby.” Just as it had happened only a few hours before, his fingers began to play with a lock of your hair that had escaped from your messy ponytail.

“All of this. We had sex months ago, we both pretended it never happened and even forgotten about it. You hear me with another man, and now you act like this, you want me, you come to my home… I don’t understand Derek. What do you want?”

“I already told you. I want you,” he replied, “And I don’t want any other son of a bitch to put his dirty hands on you.”

“And why? What has changed from today until a few days ago when you were pretending nothing was happening?”

“You call what happened in these last few months ‘pretend nothing happened’?”

He was right about that, there had been times when you and Derek had been close, so close to ending up in bed again and breaking your promises. Even when you were around people there was always that attraction that pulled you towards each other.

He paused a little. “You really want to know what changed?”

You nodded.

His fingers moved to your face, his thumb caressing your cheek with a sweetness that almost made you go crazy.

“Absolutely nothing, that’s what changed. I’m as obsessed with you as I’ve been since that damn night and as I’ve been since I laid eyes on you the day you stepped foot in the unit.” His words, although almost whispered, were firm and his eyes never left yours as he spoke, almost as if he was trying to convince you he was sincere. “I pretended to forget for you, because that’s what you wanted and because I didn’t want to make things worse since you didn’t even look at me for two weeks, right?”

He wasn’t wrong.

You didn’t say anything.

“I was so stupid and I’m sorry. If I had done something we wouldn’t have, or at least I wouldn’t have, spent three and a half months of torture. Seeing you every day at work and not being able to touch you, seeing you and reliving every minute of that night we spent together with the knowledge it wasn’t going to happen again,” he sighed, a hand stroking your back. “Seeing you and knowing there was another bastard who was lucky enough to be with you. I imagined you would’ve eventually be with someone else, but hearing it… It was awful and I’ll be damned if I’ll let that happen again.”

He moved closer to you and pressed a kiss to your cheek while his other hand was still resting on the other cheek.

You chuckled. “Lucky you, first time I have sex with someone and you manage to hear me.”

“Wait, really? He was the only one?”

“Well… Yeah… I tried but you rocked my world pretty bad Agent Morgan,” you spoke as your fingers caressed the back of his neck. “You know, I always hoped you’d try again because with or without alcohol in my system as an excuse, I would’ve given in in a nanosecond.”

He frowned. “Don’t play with me. If you think I’ve never hit on you these past months then you’re completely wrong, you know you’ve always been the one to say no.”

“Well you’re right about that,” you chucked, placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose and watching him try to suppress a smile. “It’s just… Like I said, I thought you didn’t remember that night, I told myself it was a one night stand and I’d definitely find someone else who…” you paused “Oh and wipe that grin off your face.”

“No, no, go ahead, baby girl. I love hearing about how I’ve turned your life upside down with my sexual skills.”

“Idiot.” You laughed and gave him a small slap on the back of the head. “I was saying… Trevor was the first one I hooked up with but… Well… As you could hear it was a disaster, I had to use my vibrator when he left.”

“Oh well well, that’s the really interesting part. Tell me more, baby, I’m all ears,” he smirked and you giggled like a schoolgirl. Yep. Like a schoolgirl.

God, you were so fucked.

“Seriously? How are you already hard?” You said, gasping as you felt his erection press under your thigh.

“Baby I’m always hard when you’re around. Especially now, you’re sitting on me, looking so beautiful, smelling so good and you’re telling me about how you touched yourself, c’mon what did you expect?”

You stood up from his lap, earning a confused look from him but before he could ask what you were doing you positioned yourself on top of him again, this time straddling him as your legs surrounded his.

A mischievous smile appeared on his lips while his hands wasted no time gripping your ass. You sighed, in that position you could perfectly feel his erection pressed against your pussy and that was enough to rekindle the desire.

You caressed his shirt-covered chest, with slow and sensual movements, without his eyes ever leaving you. He looked at you as if you were the eighth wonder of the world, as if he was a pirate and you were the treasure he had just discovered.

“So you want to know how I lay naked in bed, still dripping wet from the shower, how I spread my legs and put the vibrator on my pussy while I thought about you and how you fucked me so, so good?” You whispered in his ear and his fingers tightened on your ass, pressing you more onto his erection and making you sigh again.

“Fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth. You placed your lips on his neck and he immediately tilted his head to the side, giving you full access. You stuck out your tongue and began to lick his skin while your lips sucked and your teeth nibbled.

Derek let out a deep, guttural moan as you sucked and licked his skin. His hands continued to squeeze, press and grope your ass more and more, almost as if trying to release the tension he felt.

“Do you want me to show you?” You nibbled on his earlobe, basically dry humping each other.

“What?” he asked, dazed and confused.

You let out a chuckle. “How I used to touch myself thinking about you.”

You didn’t know where that confidence was coming from, you just knew you were horny as hell, that you were done talking and that this time you weren’t going to let anything stop that man from fucking you six ways into Sunday.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, please.”

You giggled. “So desperate.”

“For you? You don’t have a clue.”

“Come with me.”

“I’d rather come in you. Actually, no, I believe in my pants if you keep this up.”

You burst out laughing again before getting up from his lap. You held out your hand and pulled him up with you before leading him to your bedroom. Did you have to say how he didn’t keep his hands to himself for even a second and how he kept touching your ass nonstop? No, you could imagine by now.

He was undressing you with his eyes. His gaze continued to travel up and down your body, analyzing every inch of exposed skin and imagining every depraved thing he could do to you.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he said and wrapped his arm around your hips, pulling you closer to his body. His mouth was on yours before you could respond and for the second time that day, he sucked the soul out of you, kissing you until you were breathless.

This time, however, there was nothing that could stop you.

You were a mix of wandering hands, sighs, you touched each other as if it was the first time and as if you never wanted it to end.

Derek wasted no time in slipping his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. The air was thicker and hotter, your body possessed by the sensation of being engulfed in flames.

His hands moved to your face, one around your throat and the other around your ponytail which he pulled, forcing you to lean your head back.

Your mouth was still half open in an attempt to catch your breath after that pornographic kiss. You moaned when his lips kissed your neck, when you felt his tongue slide over your skin leaving a wet trail behind it, his teeth nipping and his lips simultaneously sucking every inch of skin he could access.

“Oh Derek…” you sighed in ecstasy as he continued to lick and suck the skin of your neck, moving down your chest and then back up, almost in disbelief that after months of pent up frustration his imagination had finally come true.

“Yeah baby girl, I’m going to make you feel so good. You’re so beautiful it drives me crazy,” he whispered against your lips and you closed the distance, sucking in his breath and canceling out his words.

You slid your hands down his chest and, in the heat and frenzy of finally having him naked, you ripped open his shirt, ripping the buttons and letting them fall scattered across the floor.

You pulled away as your brain processed what you had done and you gasped, noticing the now ruined and open shirt, his chest on full display. “Oh God Derek I’m so…”

Before you finished your sentence he grabbed you by the back of the neck and slammed his mouth hard on yours again, this time stopping your words, kissing you so deeply and so intensely that your knees went weak.

It was sloppy, messy, and the best kisses you’d ever had.

That’s what you’ve been missing.

The feeling of the ground disappearing beneath your feet, of having a person who wanted you so much your absence took his breath away, to the point that he couldn’t stop kissing you, touching you, breathing the same air as you.

“If you do something like that again you’ll make me come in my pants before we even start and don’t think for a second that I’m kidding,” he murmured against your lips between kisses and you smiled, letting out a giggle. You hated and loved the way that man made you giggle like a little girl.

Before you could even realize it, both of your clothes ended up on the floor, leaving you both naked. As his mouth continued to devour you, you slowly backed away until you both fell onto the mattress, his arms resting on either side of your head to cushion his weight on you.

You moaned as his lips trailed down your neck to encircle your breasts, first the right and then the left, biting and sucking on your nipples as his fingers spread your pussy, penetrating you with them with absolute ease.

“Derek please…” you sighed as he pushed his fingers in and out of you. “I want you so bad, fuck please.”

“So wet for me, my sweet, dirty little angel… All mine to ruin,” he murmured as he continued to brush your lips with his and you nodded, desperate, in the throes of pleasure as your hands cupped his face.

“Yes, yes, all yours, yes…” you felt your walls begin to contract and you knew your orgasm was already upon you. God, how you hated to admit it, but there was no man like Derek who could make you lose your mind, who could bring you to the edge with just two fingers.

You kept writhing beneath him, overwhelmed by the pleasure that you had missed so much, so intense you almost passed out.

“I’m… Oh God…” You dragged your nails over his bicep.

“Yes baby, come on my fingers, show me how only I make you feel,” he whispered in your ear as his lips licked and marked your skin and it sent you over the edge, making you explode in an orgasm not even your vibrator had ever given you.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to catch your breath but he didn’t give you time to recover because he had spread your legs and positioned himself between them again, lining up his cock with your entrance.

He wrapped his hand around your throat and you gasped, feeling your head spinning and light, as if you were on some kind of narcotic. What the hell had that man done to you?

“I want to eat your pussy until I pass out but I need, I need to be inside you right now,” he continued to tease you with his cock, rubbing it along your wet folds, making you both pant with anticipation. Before you could respond though, he entered you and in that moment you finally felt complete.

“Oh shit yes…” you moaned, breathless, enjoying the feeling of fullness. “You feel so good inside me.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed under his breath, breathing heavily as he concentrated on not coming right away. But too much time had passed and your pussy felt so damn good that he literally had to think about other things to keep from exploding right then and there.

“Please move,” you wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your heels into his ass, your body shaking with the desire, the kind of pleasure you knew only Derek could give you.

“Fuck baby stop squeezing me like that or I’ll come before I even get started.” His voice was rough, desperate, the restraint in his tone barely hanging on. He finally started moving his hips, rolling them in a slow, controlled rhythm that sent a stinging jolt of pleasure through your body.

It wasn’t enough though, not to satisfy you completely. But Derek was doing it on purpose, he wanted to torture you, he wanted to make you beg and go crazy for every inch of him and it was safe to say he was doing it perfectly. He fucked you slowly, deeply—too deeply, making you feel him in every inch of your body.

You continued to pant as he fucked you, tension building in your stomach, tightening with each of his thrust, your hands pressing into his back so deeply they left marks.

You never looked away from his eyes, not even for a second.

And neither did he.

“God Derek please, give me more… I need more,” you panted. A low groan rumbled in his chest as he pressed his forehead to yours, both of them coated in sweat, his lips parted as his ragged breath tickled your mouth. You kissed him deeply, your gasps and moans mixing as well as his own.

His muscles were shaking, every inch of his body trying to resist letting go completely but he didn’t want to. He wanted to last as long as possible, to experience that feeling of pleasure and euphoria as long as he could, especially after so long.

“Fuck,” he groaned again, his voice strained as his fingers pressed tightly into your hip. “You destroy me.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck and licked and bit every inch of your skin he could reach, making you literally tremble beneath him.

When he raised his head again you kissed him again, biting his bottom lip, sucking his tongue. This made him thrust deeper and that almost made your heart stop.

“Shit yes do it again,” you moaned, “Break baby, break for me. I want to feel all of you… Please,” you brushed your lips against him, your hands on his cheeks.

And that’s when he completely snapped.

He started moving his hips deeper, harder, keeping up a rhythm so devastating it consumed you completely, made you lose your mind.

“Fuuuuck yes baby,” you gasped, almost breathless as he kept hitting over and over again that spot inside you. “Just like that oh my god, ah…”

“Baby I’m not… Fucking hell… I’m not gonna last…” He couldn’t hold back any longer, buried so deep inside you, wrapped in heat, in need, in the unbearable pleasure of your body. “This pussy feels so good, all mine to fuck.”

You tried to say something but it was almost impossible. You were losing yourself and as you dragged your nails down his back, holding him tighter, you felt another orgasm build up inside you.

Your breathing became frantic, your back arching beneath him, and he knew you were as close as he was. He could feel the way you tightened around him, your body responding to every stroke of his dick.

“Derek…” you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders as you crashed your lips against his. Your kiss was frantic now, desperate as his hands grabbed a fistful of your hair.

“Come for me,” he groaned into your ear, his voice raw with need. “Let go, baby. I got you.”

That was all it took.

You shattered beneath him with a cry, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your walls clenched around him, pulling him in deeper, and that was enough to send him over the edge, his own climax crashing through him like a tsunami.

He collapsed onto the mattress next to you, drained of energy as he waited for his soul to return to his body. He pulled you into a hug, holding you as if you were a lifeline. Your arm wrapped around his torso, your head resting on his chest as you felt the frantic beat of his heart in your ear.

“My God Derek, you’re destroying me. I don’t think I can feel my legs anymore,” you murmured, your eyes half closed. He dropped a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment as his free hand caressed your hair—which you had no doubt resembled a swallow’s nest at that moment—and your face.

“Look at me,” he whispered instead and cupped your chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting your head towards him before kissing you softly. “How can you be so beautiful?”

You smiled, before kissing him again. “Now what?”

He raised his perfect eyebrow in question.

“Between us, I mean.”

He frowned. “I thought I made myself clear enough. You’re mine just as much as I’m yours, don’t think for a second that it’ll go back to the way it was before. I want you and I want to explore what’s between us.”

You opened your mouth to speak but he continued, stopping you. “And if you think I’m going to let another man get close to you, you’re sorely mistaken, I know a thousand ways to kill and ten thousand ways to get away with it, remember that.”

You fought back a smile, a flock of butterflies flooding your stomach. “So it’s already decided? I don’t have a choice?”

“Yes and no,” he said, dead serious. “You won’t get away from me again, I’ve already made this mistake once and it won’t happen again.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and you snuggled up to him again, but not before planting a kiss on his lips. “There’s no danger Agent Morgan. Aside from ruining me for everyone else, I already told you that you rocked my world pretty bad.”

“That’s what I love to hear,” he smiled triumphantly, before hugging you. “Damn I’m so obsessed with you,” he kissed you, over and over again.

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