Bleeding Heart (Captured Miracle Book 2)(11)

My breath caught, but before I could speak, he’d claimed my mouth with his. His kiss wasn’t soft and gentle. It was determined, hungry, and commanding. He was claiming me, I realized, as he slammed his body against mine, covering me, surrounding me. I felt his swollen desire press against my pussy, sliding through my wet need for him.

He groaned against my mouth as he rocked his hips forward, the width of his large body forcing my thighs further apart as he dragged his length against my throbbing center. “You’re so wet, love.” He spoke through nibbles to my lips. “So fucking hot for me.”

“Yes,” I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles at his back. “For you.”

My words seemed to fill Calix with life, because his rocking against me quickened. I wanted him to take this to the next step. Feeling his chest against mine, pressing his weight into my body, was wonderful, but I wanted more. I wanted him not only around me, but inside of me. I wanted this claiming of his to be official.

My thought was only further encouraged as he pulled his hips back, pressing the tip of his hot cock against my swollen clit, before pressing it slowly down against me - almost at my opening - but never pushing past my innocence. I wanted him to. So badly, I wanted him to own me this way - to be the man that had this part of me - the man that gave me this memory to keep.

In that moment, my decision had been made. I wanted Calix McKnight - completely.

“Make love to me.” I whispered into his mouth.

Calix swallowed my plea and stiffened in my arms. He didn’t say anything as he dropped his face into the crook of my neck, doing nothing more than breathing me in.

It felt like his silence lasted for eternity.





Chapter 4

Calix breathed me in for what felt like hours as I lay beneath him trying not to allow appearance to the tears I suddenly, so desperately, wanted to cry. I felt his body against mine and between my legs, he was still throbbing and hard - so I didn’t understand why he wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t he acting on my plea? This is what he had been pushing for since he’d taken me. This was what he wanted. Why wasn’t he moving?

“Love,” Calix’s voice rumbled against my throat before seeping through my skin and swimming through my blood. I felt him - everywhere.

I bit my lip as he lifted himself onto his palms, looking down into my face. I knew my eyes were pleading, hopeful, and afraid. I knew my heart was pounding because I could hear and I could feel it. My entire body trembled.

Calix looked tortured as he studied me. And then he shook his head and he choked out. “No.”

I stiffened. Actually, I froze. What?

“Why?” I finally found the ability to utter the single syllabled word on a pained, whispered breath.

Calix bowed his head, looking for a moment like he might change his mind - but then I saw resolution and I knew that wouldn’t happen. Calix was rejecting me. Of all the things I expected from this night, this hadn’t even been in the realm of possibility.

Was it because I’d asked him to make love to me? Should I have asked him to fuck me instead? Was there really even a difference?

“Love,” Calix sounded pained. “I can’t.”

“Why?” I asked again.

“Because this isn’t how you imagined it.” His reply was so quiet I’d had to strain to hear him.

“What?” I frowned, searching the blue of his eyes for answers.

“You said you imagined a bed, candles and wine.”

“Who cares?”

“I do.” He growled, his eyes flashing brilliantly. “I care, Nova.”

“Why?”

“I’ve told you repeatedly, that I want to give you everything you desire. Everything I hold the power to give to you, love, I want to give you.” He sighed. “You wanted your first time to be in a bed with candles and wine - that is what you will have.” He promised. “I can give that to you.”

It’s times like these, when Calix McKnight, my kidnapper, touches my heart. It’s times like this, that through his faults, I see a glimpse of a beautiful, wonderful, kind man. And I think to myself, I really could love him.

Determinedly, I reply. “Then take me to bed.”

Again, he shook his head. “No, love.”

Again, I felt the bitter sting of rejection. “Why?”

“Because you also told me you wanted your first time to be with your husband, love.” Calix wiped my hair away from my face, looking down at me gently. “I won’t take you until then.”

Suddenly frustrated, I shook my head. “I’m ready now. Why won’t you just do it?”

His eyes darkened. “Why are you in such a hurry?”