Hi everyone, thanks for sticking with me all this time! I am glad to finally be submitting the last chapter to my favourite series I have written yet. The ending has some implications, I am not sure if you will all understand but if you get it, yes you're right! Please comment below, I have considered writing another chapter, however have decided not to unless I get an overwhelming load of interest from you guys in the comments. Let me know what you think, this is my first series so I hope you all enjoy it! Emmy G, thank you for supporting the story, I have written this earlier than it would have otherwise been for you!
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TheStarryEyedDreamer xoxo
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They walked out in the cool air of the night. Derek smoked a cigar, looking devilishly rough and handsome. Ivy leaned against him. Warm and safe against the cold night air, his arm draped over her shoulder.
They stopped and Derek looked up at his apartment building. "This is me then." He said.
Ivy looked at him. "Yeah, I guess so." She paused, neither of them saying anything for a moment.
"I should walk you home." Derek said.
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." She said.
"Ivy - please, don't be difficult again." Derek looked down at her, concern touching his voice.
His anger had melted now that the alcohol was draining from his system. She helped soothe him too, just her presence.
She smiled sadly up at him and he felt his heart melt like butter. She could ask for anything right now and he would be powerless to refuse her. She let go of him and took a step back, smiling sadly.
"Seya Derek." She said, turning and walking slowly, hands in pockets into the darkness.
Derek turned, sadly and looked up at the glass side of his apartment block. He knew he should go inside but it was as if his feet were stuck in setting cement. A memory of earlier that day flashed through his mind.
"I'll never let you go Ivy." He'd said. "Never."
Derek drew in a sharp breath.
Suddenly he spun around. "Ivy?" he called into the darkness. He saw a figure stop and turn toward him. He started walking toward her, faster and faster until suddenly he was jogging. He scooped her up in his arms and swung her around, she squealed, gazing down into his eyes as he held her up above him.
He held her there just a minute, breathless, neither of them speaking.
"Please don't go." He whispered.
She looked down at him, her eyes holding his. "Never." She breathed.
Her lips were crashing into his and he was holding her up as she hugged her legs around his waist.
He carried her over to the wall of his apartment building, pinning her between him and the cold glass. He kissed her neck, she threw her head back, breathing heavily as she twisted her hands into his hair. He kissed and sucked at her neck and her mouth opened in silent pleasure. He loved the taste of her soft skin, better than any woman he'd ever had, softer than silk and sweeter than strawberries.
The night was cold and heavy clouds gathered above their head, thunder rumbling, lightening flashing, making threats of rain. Derek didn't care. All that matter now, was that he put his lips on her and she loved it. He moved back to meet her lips, biting at her lower lips and then smiling against her mouth. How long he had dreamed of this moment, just scooping her up, not a care in the world and kissing her lush lips. He knew he could never get enough. Not after a night, a week, a month, a year. He would never stop craving her touch, her soft lips against his and her sweet skin on his lips. He knew that never again would he so much as look at another woman.
Ivy slid her hands down the back of his head, clutching the back of his neck. His skin was soft and warm against her fingers. His lips tasted of whiskey and expensive cigars. His cologne drifted up to her, mingling with the smell of smoke, whiskey and the cold night air.
She gazed into his eyes, as he smiled against her lips.
"Derek - "She started.
"Sh sh." He whispered. "I don't ever want this to end," he told her and she knew he meant it.
Suddenly there was a huge clap of thunder right above their heads, and rain bucketed from the heavens. Ivy squealed and Derek laughed, letting her drop to the ground then taking her hand and running over the wet pavement, dragging her behind him to the doors of his building.
They burst in from the night, it was late and there was just a single doorman on duty. He barely glanced at them as he pressed the button for Derek's floor on the lift and ushered them inside.
They were sopping wet, despite only being in the rain for a few moments. They held hands in the lift, cold and wet but with huge smiles on their faces. The ride seemed to take forever, but finally the lift slowed to a stop and the doors slid open. Derek smiled at her, took her hand and led her into the foyer of his floor.
He pushed open a huge door, and led her into his apartment - which she now realised was the pent house. Her eyes grew wide as she took in her surroundings. There was a spacious kitchen to the right and an open living room to the left with a second-floor balcony overlooking it. Between the living room and kitchen was a set of stairs, and next to the stairs was a door. His apartment was dark wooden floors and clean white walls. He had a set of black designer couches and dining table which more or less, matched. The counter tops were black marble and the ceiling high.
Derek took her hand, smiled gently at her and led her to the door by the stairs. She followed, still staring around his luxurious apartment.
He led her through the door, it opened into a small bedroom, just large enough to fit a queen size bed and two night stands with a cupboard at the foot of the bed. There was a door to the right which led into a luxurious ensuite.
Derek turned to face her. He took each of her hands in his and looked her into her eyes.
"Ivy we don't - ' he started.
"Shh." She put a finger against his lips.
She pulled his head to hers before he could utter another word, pulling his body against hers and kissing him deeply as she pulled her shirt over her head.
Derek pulled back, panting slightly. "Ivy, we don't have to do anything you don't want to." He said.
"Shut up you idiot." She told him, grabbing his head and pulling it toward her so forcefully it almost hurt when his lips crashed into hers. Derek took the clue and slid his cold hands around her now bare torso, holding her against him. She slid her arms around the back of his neck and leaned back, allowing his strong, thick arms to hold her slim body.
Derek pulled back, panting and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Ivy took his body in, breathless. Even now, the beauty of the swirling ink and scars amazed her. He stood there before her, breathing heavily as his eyes grew dark with lust, desire and something else.
Love.
She ran her cold hands across his strong, smooth torso, tracing the scars and ink as he looked down at her.
She came to rest on the scar just over his heart. She looked up at him and smiled sadly. He returned the smile, gently and took her head, tipping it up to meet his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss against her lips and then stepped back. He looked her up and down slowly, hungrily, as if she was the only thing he'd ever wanted. And she was his. And only his.
He moved forward, running his large hands up her thin waist toward her breasts. He stopped, resting his hands lightly against the lingerie she was wearing. He looked down into her eyes, seeking confirmation.
"Derek." Ivy whispered up at him. "You don't have to ask. I'm yours."
He looked down at her, with a gentleness in his eyes she'd never seen before. "You are mine. And I'm yours." He said.
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
He kissed her tenderly, sliding his hands around behind her back where her bra clasped. He fumbled slightly, trying to get it undone. He never fumbled. He'd done it a thousand times. He'd never fumbled. This girl would be the death of him. He already knew it of course, for a long time now.
Her bra fell from her breasts and he bit his lip. It was all he could do to stop his mouth from falling open. She was more beautiful than any woman he'd ever met. She looked up at him, shyly. He saw a flicker of fear in her eyes and she moved to cover herself. He caught her hands, holding them out.
"No." He said, huskily. "You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen Ivy. Don't you dare cover yourself, don't be shy. You are more beautiful than the gods themselves, and you're mine." He paused. "And I love every part of you."
She still looked nervous but he could tell his confession meant a lot to her. He moved his hands to her breasts, rubbing his rough fingers over the soft skin. She leaned into him, kissing along his jaw as he began to knead her breasts slowly. She moaned softly against his jaw and moved toward his lips, biting and sucking at his lower lips as his hands grew rougher on her breasts, pinching lightly at her nipples.
He could feel his cock grow stiffer in his pants. Apparently, she could feel it too because, as he moved closer to her slightly, she smiled against his lips. A moment later she pulled back and hooked her finger in his waist band. Derek felt his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He knew she was a fiery girl but she was quite shy just a moment ago and now she was taking charge.
She pulled him close to her by the waist band of his pants. She undid his belt, slipping it through the loops painfully slowly. Finally, she pulled it free and threw it to the side. She put a hand flat on his chest and trailed it slowly all the way down to the waist band of his pants, following the lines of his pecks and abs. She knelt slowly and unzipped his pants, allowing them to drop to the floor.
