Derek's hands tightened involuntarily around her, his lips parting with want, and need, as she gave voice to her desires.
"I want you," he said softly, voice hoarse. "I don't think I could go that long without you, either, but if you'd wanted it...I'd have made do." He had two other slaves, after all. But if she needed him too, at least right now, then that was ideal.
"...I need to take you back to your room now," he said again. "Because if we stay here a moment longer, Isaac is likely to walk in on something he'd rather not see."