Reborn To Change My Fate

Chapter 359 - Three Hundred And Fifty Eight

Derek’s voice was not a whisper. He spoke at a normal volume, his deep voice carrying easily across the silent room. There was absolutely no hesitation or shame in his words. It was a raw, honest declaration of his burning desire.

Over by the washroom door, the maids froze. They heard the King’s bold, intimate words perfectly clearly.

The young maids were blushing fiercely. Their faces turned a bright, hot red. They quickly looked down at the floor, trying to make themselves invisible as they hurriedly continued pouring the hot water. They did their work as fast as they possibly could, completely embarrassed to be interrupting such a private, heated moment between the king and queen.

Marissa felt a sudden rush of heat spread across her own cheeks. She was not a shy woman, but having an audience made her heart beat much faster.

She placed her hands gently on Derek’s bare shoulders, trying to calm him down for just a minute.

"Wait," Marissa spoke softly, glancing nervously toward the washroom door. "Just let them finish."

But Derek was not a patient man tonight. He had waited all day through the long coronation and the crowded banquet. He was done waiting.

He found the top button at the back of her heavy white silk dress.

"I don’t want to," Derek replied stubbornly. His voice was low and husky.

His large, clever fingers grabbed the small pearl button and pushed it through the tight silk loop. He began to pop them open, moving down the long row of buttons on her back with surprising speed and skill.

Marissa gasped softly as the tight corset loosened. She tried to step back, but his hands held her firmly in place by her waist.

He opened all the buttons down to the small of her back. The heavy, stiff structure of the coronation gown completely gave way. The expensive white silk and gold embroidery slid off her smooth shoulders. It fell to the floor with a soft, heavy swoosh, pooling into a white circle around her feet.

Marissa was left standing in the middle of the room in only her thin, white cotton undergarments. The cool air of the bedroom touched her heated skin.

She stood up very straight. Her chest heaved up and down quickly. She felt incredibly exposed, but the burning hunger in Derek’s dark eyes made her feel incredibly needy, too.

She turned her head to look at the washroom door.

"Are you all done?" she spoke. Her voice was breathless and slightly shaky. Her face was completely red from the intense heat of the moment and the bold actions of her husband.

The maids quickly stepped out of the washroom holding their empty copper buckets. They did not dare look up at the half-naked King and Queen. They kept their eyes firmly glued to the carpet.

They nodded rapidly, their faces still blushing deeply. "Yes, Your Majesty," the head maid squeaked out.

"You may leave," Marissa ordered quickly. "Thank you. Close the door behind you."

The maids did not need to be told twice. They hurried across the room as fast as their legs could carry them. They rushed out into the hallway. The heavy oak door slammed shut with a loud, final click, locking from the outside.

They were finally completely alone.

Immediately, Marissa turned her head from the closed door back to him.

Derek did not wait another single second. The moment her eyes met his, he lunged forward. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her to his laps, tightly against his bare chest.

Derek kissed her.

His mouth crashed down on hers, his lips parting hers forcefully as he claimed her mouth. He tasted like rich red wine and dark, burning passion.

Marissa did not pull away. She matched his fervor completely. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, tangling her fingers deep into his thick, dark hair. She opened her mouth to him, returning his hungry kiss with an equal, desperate fire. She pressed her soft body firmly against the hard muscles of his chest, feeling the intense heat radiating from his skin.

Derek’s hands moved quickly. He was wild and completely focused. He quickly removed everything that was left between them. He pulled the thin cotton strings of her undergarments, letting the last pieces of white cloth fall to the floor till she was completely naked.

He stepped back for just one brief second. He quickly removed the dark trousers, tossing the last piece of his clothes onto the floor. He stood before her, completely bare, strong, and deeply aroused.

Without breaking eye contact, Derek leaned forward. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and under her knees. He lifted her effortlessly into the air.

He carried her the few short steps into the large, four-poster bed. He followed her down, pressing his heavy body over hers, trapping her safely against the soft mattress.

Marissa looked up at him. She saw the intense, predatory focus in his dark eyes. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. She pulled his head down close to hers.

Marissa whispered into his ear. Her breath was hot against his skin.

"I love when you are wild and in control," Marissa confessed, her voice a low, husky purr that sent a violent shiver down his spine.

To prove her point, she opened her mouth. She gently bit his ear lobe with her white teeth, pulling on the soft flesh. Then, she sucked it softly, letting her wet tongue trace the curve of his ear.

Derek groaned loudly. His entire body went rigid with intense, overwhelming pleasure. The small, wicked action completely shattered the last bit of his restraint. His hands gripped her waist tightly, ready to take her.

But before he could move, Marissa pulled her head back slightly. She looked directly into his dark, burning eyes. Her expression shifted from playful seduction to something incredibly deep, serious, and profoundly emotional.

She thought about Ryan sleeping down the hall. She thought about the empty rooms in this massive palace. She thought about the second chance at life they had both been given. She wanted to build a real future with him, a future filled with life and loud laughter.

She gently stroked the side of his face.

"Give me a child, Derek," Marissa pleaded softly. Her voice was strong, clear, and totally honest. She looked at him with absolute love and complete surrender. "I’m ready. I am truly ready to have your child."