Bleeding Heart (Captured Miracle Book 2)(10)

Pushing me down onto my back, he didn’t break contact with my mouth. His hands were everywhere, but they weren’t uncertain. Every path they trailed pulled a heat from so deep within my body, it didn’t take long until my entire body was burning for him. Arching my back, I pressed my chest into his - aching for more contact - deeper contact.

I wanted him.

I needed him.

I burned for him.

Moving my hands along the moist skin of his back, I tried to pull him closer to me, but he didn’t move. With one arm resting beneath my neck, holding himself up, his other searched my body where the inches of space and electricity crackled between us. I wanted my bathing suit off. I wanted his bathing suit off. I wanted him to surround me - own me - complete me - fill me. It had been six days since I’d felt his body against mine - and that was too long. Somehow, in the short time I had belonged to Calix, he had become my addiction. My body yearned for him, craved him in a way I had craved nothing before. The drug he injected into my bloodstream when he touched me, kissed me, pressed his body against mine - it was dominant over any substance this world held. He was so much more than the master of my body - the dark, haunted man was keeper of my soul. And I knew, without doubt, that he also held the key to my heart.

“Please,” I whispered against his lips.

“Tell me love.” He breathed his command.

For the first time, I didn’t shy away from telling him exactly what I wanted.

“I want to feel you. I want to feel your body against mine, Calix.”

“You do?” He sounded surprised as he kissed the corner of my lips.

I nodded. “I need this - to feel you this way. It’s been too long. Please.”

My words were choppy, but my mind was running on overdrive. I couldn’t concentrate on anything that wasn’t the man hovering above me.

Calix didn’t reply with words. His lips spread into a smile against the delicate skin of my throat beneath my ear as he kissed me. His hand moved beneath my back to the clasp of my bikini, quickly, expertly releasing it and I sighed. Then, he worked the tie of the material around my neck, freeing me entirely of my top. When he pulled the material away and gazed down at my chest, entirely exposed to him, a small moan sounded in the back of his throat.

“Fuck,” He breathed.

My heart raced.

Calix moved down my body, kissing the tip of both breasts as he moved - but he didn’t linger. Which was good. I didn’t want him to linger. I wanted him to take off my bottoms and then I wanted him to remove his own. I just wanted to feel him. I wanted this connection. I needed it. I ached for it. I felt so impossibly empty without it.

Finally, I felt his fingers hook into the band of my bottoms and I closed my eyes. I could feel him watching me, but I didn’t do anything but lie there - like he’d originally told me to do.

My heart was racing and my breaths were coming in short, fast gasps. When Calix’s lips connected with the crease of my sex, I gave a small cry of surprise and he lifted his head on a grin.

“Calix - please.” I lifted my hands to him and his eyes glowed with desire at my obvious need for him.

He didn’t hesitate to remove his shorts then. I watched, with a wildly beating heart, as he bared his long, impressively thick length to me. Again, like every time I saw him, I felt a little flutter of fear in my belly. I knew he planned on fucking me - eventually - but I didn’t know how he figured it would fit. Hell, even the thought of him pushing the width of his fingers inside me had my mind reeling with fear.

Trying to steady my breath, I looked up and found Calix’s eyes. He was staring into my face, watching me take him in. His expression was hungry - his eyes a brilliant shade of cobalt. Behind him was the backdrop of a starry night sky with a deep, solid silhouette of a peaked mountain. He looked beautiful now - and I could only hope I looked just as wonderful in his eyes. Thinking of the wanton way my body was laying before him, I felt a blush of pink warm my cheeks. My legs were spread, my knees lifted, and he sat between them, posing on his knees. The head of his cock was moist and dark. It looked both foreboding and enticing.

“Do you like what you see, love?” He asked gruffly.

I caught my breath, countering. “Do you?”

He sighed, lowering himself to plant both hands on either side of my head. I felt the tip of his penis press against my lower stomach as he hovered over me, keeping space I longed to abolish between us. My entire body trembled in anticipation for his touch.

“For two years, Nova, I’ve watched you and wanted you. For two years, I fantasized about the day you would be like this, beneath me, looking up at me with those big brown eyes.” He made a growling sound in the back of his throat. “You better believe I like what I see.”