Chapter 22: Derrick's POV
Ayla.
The air was different, thicker, hotter.
It smelled like her, like vanilla and the lavender shampoo she used and something that was just my Ayla.
She was beneath me.
Damn!
Her legs were wrapped tight around my waist, bare and warm and trembling. My hands were in her hair, fisted and clenched, holding her to me like if I let go she’d disappear.
Like she did before.
Her nails dragged down my back, raking me in a desperate, claiming way.
"Derrick," she moaned.
The sound broke in half in her throat as she gasped.
"Please. I need you."
The words hit me like a fist to the chest.
I thrust into her. Slow at first.
But it was too much torture, I wanted to feel every inch of her, I wanted to memorize the way she tightened around me, the way her brea
