Free VelvetValentines by VJ and Sierra Summers Page A
Authors: VJ and Sierra Summers
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was soft and sleepy, and his body began to stir again.
Derek kissed her brow. “You worked hard tonight, Lise. You
were so fucking beautiful.”
She rolled onto his chest, straddling him. “I felt beautiful.” A giggle escaped her—as soon as it did she clamped a hand over her
mouth. Derek bit back a smile. His Lise was not a giggler.
Derek sat up, pulling her in to his chest. “Mmm, baby, do
you have any idea how pleased I was watching those Doms teasing you, tasting
you? Taking you to the edge?”
She smiled and her eyes glowed with remembered pleasure. “I
know that I have never been so wet as I was watching you watching me and
knowing that you were pleased.”
He raked his hands through her red-gold hair. Locking his
fingers in the thick tresses, he brought her down to meet his mouth. “That’s my
good girl. Your Master is more than happy with you.”
Her teeth caught at her lower lip, and her lids slid partway
closed. “Is there anything else I can do to please you, Master?”
Derek grinned as he wrapped his hands around her waist,
lifting her off him. “As a matter of fact, there is.”
He rolled off the bed and walked to where his pants were
folded neatly on a chair. He waited for the nerves, the insecurity, as he
removed the small velvet box from his pocket, but they didn’t come. Any doubt
he’d ever had about Elise’s love had burned away in the incandescent light of
her surrender. In Derek’s heart, what came next was a mere formality.
He gestured for her to sit on the edge of the bed and smiled
into her questioning eyes as he dropped to one knee in front of her.
She still wore his collar, the white leather making the line
of her neck look even more delicate than usual. There were faint lines
criss-crossing her chest, lingering evidence of the rope binding. Her lips were
red and slightly swollen, and she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He held the box out on his palm, and her eyes went wide.
“Elise.” For a moment there was nothing more, just her name.
Because there was nothing more in the world, just her.
“Derek?” Her voice trembled.
“Baby, a week ago I knew I loved you. I was ready to give up
anything in order to be with you forever, no questions asked.”
“Oh, Derek,” she whispered, and he put a finger on her lips
to silence her.
“A week ago I couldn’t have imagined loving you any more
than I already did.” He smiled ruefully. “Baby, you blew that out of the water
with one glimpse of you in that naughty little cupid outfit.” He cupped her
face in his hand, stroking the satiny skin.
“Last night you showed me that the love I thought I felt was
a pale imitation of the love I’m capable of feeling. The love I feel for you.”
A tear shivered on her long, sooty lashes.
“You gave me everything last night when you gave me
yourself. By submitting to me, you made me your slave.” He brushed away the
tear with his thumb. “Your very willing slave.”
Sitting back on his heels, Derek flipped open the box on his
palm, revealing a cushion-cut diamond solitaire. She gasped, her hand flying up
to cover her mouth.
“Elise Sanders, I love you with everything in me. You gave
yourself to me, and now I want to make it legal. I want to bind you to me in
every way there is. I want to belong to you, every bit as much as you belong to
me.” Her tears were flowing freely now.
“You’ve already made me the happiest man on Earth, Elise.
Now, if you’ll be my wife, I’ll be the happiest man in the universe.”
She didn’t speak, just held out her trembling left hand. He
slid the ring on, then pressed a fervent kiss to the silky skin below the
diamond.
All at once she began to laugh, a deep, joyous sound. She
slid off the bed, parting her legs to straddle him where he knelt beside it.
“I love you so much, Derek,” she said, pressing urgent
little kisses over his jaw. “I can’t imagine a more perfect life than being
your wife,” she kissed
was soft and sleepy, and his body began to stir again.
Derek kissed her brow. “You worked hard tonight, Lise. You
were so fucking beautiful.”
She rolled onto his chest, straddling him. “I felt beautiful.” A giggle escaped her—as soon as it did she clamped a hand over her
mouth. Derek bit back a smile. His Lise was not a giggler.
Derek sat up, pulling her in to his chest. “Mmm, baby, do
you have any idea how pleased I was watching those Doms teasing you, tasting
you? Taking you to the edge?”
She smiled and her eyes glowed with remembered pleasure. “I
know that I have never been so wet as I was watching you watching me and
knowing that you were pleased.”
He raked his hands through her red-gold hair. Locking his
fingers in the thick tresses, he brought her down to meet his mouth. “That’s my
good girl. Your Master is more than happy with you.”
Her teeth caught at her lower lip, and her lids slid partway
closed. “Is there anything else I can do to please you, Master?”
Derek grinned as he wrapped his hands around her waist,
lifting her off him. “As a matter of fact, there is.”
He rolled off the bed and walked to where his pants were
folded neatly on a chair. He waited for the nerves, the insecurity, as he
removed the small velvet box from his pocket, but they didn’t come. Any doubt
he’d ever had about Elise’s love had burned away in the incandescent light of
her surrender. In Derek’s heart, what came next was a mere formality.
He gestured for her to sit on the edge of the bed and smiled
into her questioning eyes as he dropped to one knee in front of her.
She still wore his collar, the white leather making the line
of her neck look even more delicate than usual. There were faint lines
criss-crossing her chest, lingering evidence of the rope binding. Her lips were
red and slightly swollen, and she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He held the box out on his palm, and her eyes went wide.
“Elise.” For a moment there was nothing more, just her name.
Because there was nothing more in the world, just her.
“Derek?” Her voice trembled.
“Baby, a week ago I knew I loved you. I was ready to give up
anything in order to be with you forever, no questions asked.”
“Oh, Derek,” she whispered, and he put a finger on her lips
to silence her.
“A week ago I couldn’t have imagined loving you any more
than I already did.” He smiled ruefully. “Baby, you blew that out of the water
with one glimpse of you in that naughty little cupid outfit.” He cupped her
face in his hand, stroking the satiny skin.
“Last night you showed me that the love I thought I felt was
a pale imitation of the love I’m capable of feeling. The love I feel for you.”
A tear shivered on her long, sooty lashes.
“You gave me everything last night when you gave me
yourself. By submitting to me, you made me your slave.” He brushed away the
tear with his thumb. “Your very willing slave.”
Sitting back on his heels, Derek flipped open the box on his
palm, revealing a cushion-cut diamond solitaire. She gasped, her hand flying up
to cover her mouth.
“Elise Sanders, I love you with everything in me. You gave
yourself to me, and now I want to make it legal. I want to bind you to me in
every way there is. I want to belong to you, every bit as much as you belong to
me.” Her tears were flowing freely now.
“You’ve already made me the happiest man on Earth, Elise.
Now, if you’ll be my wife, I’ll be the happiest man in the universe.”
She didn’t speak, just held out her trembling left hand. He
slid the ring on, then pressed a fervent kiss to the silky skin below the
diamond.
All at once she began to laugh, a deep, joyous sound. She
slid off the bed, parting her legs to straddle him where he knelt beside it.
“I love you so much, Derek,” she said, pressing urgent
little kisses over his jaw. “I can’t imagine a more perfect life than being
your wife,” she kissed