A/N: First a huge thanks to my amazing beta and bb Lily1986 your the best! Second, thanks for the amazing response you all feed my dydia muse! So here is Part two Enjoy!

She wanted to taste him.

She stroked the pad of her thumb against the tip of his engorged manhood smearing his juices that sipped out of him. She lifted it to her mouth and sucked, tasting his sweet-salty flavor that was uniquely him.

He watched her through hooded eyes. She was the most sensual creature he'd ever known. She savored his taste, her eyes alight with mischief clearly liking what she tasted. Lydia looked at him, her intent clear as she moved her hands along his hipbone. But as much as he wanted her mouth on his aching cock he wanted inside her sleek heat more.

Derek pulled her up against him. "Next time."

He fisted his hand into her hair and pulled her into a punishing kiss. He used his other hand to find and stroke her sopping wet heat, inserting two digits and then three. He watched her as his fingers slipped in and out of her. Finding her nub of nerves, he stroked her clit with his thumb. She couldn't think as her body shuddered in his arms with her release. He was merciless demanding every last drop from her.

He loved the little moans she made as he kissed down her throat, marking her as he went. Her breasts were the perfect handful; just overflowing, he squeezed and stroked them as he pulled the tight bud into his mouth.

"Delicious." He mumbled against her skin.

Her senses were on overload as her sensual haze lifted. She watched as he removed his fingers from her and sucked on them, tasting her. He grinned using that arrogant smile, knowing what he was doing to her. She pushed him back against the bed. She grabbed hold of his engorged member and lowered herself onto him. She could feel his thick girth stretching her slowly. He wasn't smiling anymore. His eyes shuddered close and he hissed when her walls closed in on him.

His whole body tensed the deeper he went in. He could feel the sweat on his brow as he fought the impulse to just slam her down and pound into her welcoming heat.

"So tight…" he hissed in between clenched teeth. She was heaven and hell as she fully seated herself and started to slowly roll her hips into a steady rhythm.

She started to pick up the tempo and smooth her hands over his chest. She felt his hands hold on to her hips, matching her movements. She rode him, her full breasts bouncing as she held them up for his view. Feeling himself edge closer to his release, Derek reached between them. He found her center and began stroking it with his thumb. He leaned up and pulled her into a bruising kiss, causing pleasure to crash all around her. Riding out her release, Derek flipped her over again. Hooking her knees over his shoulders he pounded into her pliant body before finding his own release and shooting inside of her before he could stop himself.

Their bodies spent, Lydia curled into him, drawing circles into his skin as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Not to ruin the mind blowing amazing after sex mood or anything but are we going to talk about this?" Derek asked.

"Really? You want to talk?" Lydia couldn't hide her smirk as she lifted her face to look at him.

He grunted.

"Well that's better. I can barely move let alone have an in-depth conversation about what this means for us." Lydia noticed the self satisfied smile now on his face. She moved to lie over his chest crossing her arms under her chin. Derek Hale was now officially Lydia Martin's favorite pillow.

His laughter caused her to almost fall off his chest but he held her tightly to him. She pouted.

"I was referring to how you found me that is..."

"Oh." She blushed slightly moving to get off him. But he just shifted their bodies so that she was now beneath him, her arms pinned over her head by one hand as he lightly stroked her belly.

"Well?" He raised an eyebrow.

She probably shouldn't mention that she couldn't concentrate with him doing that but instead she raised an eyebrow of her own. "Well... You're not nearly as stealthy as you might think. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to search property records. And you own this loft. So... See not such a big mystery after all."

"Maybe I was keeping it hidden for a reason?" His tone was no longer playful as he pulled away from her.

"Maybe I thought it was a stupid one?" She said as she softly stroked his face.

"Maybe you're right." He said once again holding her close.

"I'm always right. Start getting used to it."

He sat up with her as she wrapped her limbs around him. He played with the strands of her hair as she stroked the back of his neck.

"Are you sure about this? I'm not an easy man. Neither is my life. And as for what this means for us. It means you're mine. And I'm yours." His eyes were intense as he stared into hers.

"What do you know about me?"

Her question seemed out of the blue, but she was so serious he didn't think she was trying to avoid his so he answered. "There is the obvious. Beautiful. Brilliant. Strong."

"AKA Bitch." She supplied.

He smiled before continuing. "Yes. But you're also sensitive and kind. Especially when no one is looking. I mean, who knew Lydia Martin volunteered once a week at a food pantry and donated clothes. I'd bet even Stiles doesn't know that."

"He's not nearly as good a stalker as you." She smirked. "Plus it looks good on my transcripts."

"From the greeting those people gave you when you came in, I doubt that's the only reason." He whispered softly into her ear.

She shuddered. "Continue."

He smiled. "Brave. Loyal. You have an amazing heart. And did I mention you are very sexy?"

"Yes." She said as she shifted pushing him back down. Her hair made a crimson curtain around his face. "I'm yours and you're definitely mine."

He grinned. "Definitely."

She closed the distance between them, kissing him softly. It wouldn't be easy. And they probably had to tell the rest of their Motley Crew of the changes to their relationship. But right now, in this moment, Lydia didn't care. The world outside the curtain of her hair just didn't matter. All that mattered was this broken man beneath her, whom she could easily see herself saving.