Bleeding Heart (Captured Miracle Book 2)(43)

He hissed in a breath and I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with fire in the depths of his cobalt eyes. “Fuck baby,” he gripped my hips with strong hands. “That’s fucking hot.”

I blushed and felt the need to pull away just as Calix lowered his head. Then, I lost myself to the heaven that was his mouth. Calix closed his mouth wide over the entirety of my sex, before pulling his mouth closed, dragging his lips around my clit before sucking hard and then gentle and then hard again. My body began shaking, the same heat that had been building when I’d been rocking against his cock ignited to new life and I struggled to restrain my moans. His tongue flicked over the swollen bead and I flinched, my entire body rocking in the teasing pleasure as he twirled his tongue round and round. Before long, my hips were moving against his tongue, and I was using him to pull my orgasm from deep within. My movements weren’t planned, but rather instinctual. They were hot, filled with fire and passion I never would have thought I possessed. But for Calix, I engulfed in flames every time whether I wanted to or not - and tonight - I wanted to.

Sensation rolled through me as he moved lower, licking in a circular motion at the entrance of my sex. My body quivered and my hands held tight to the sides of the chair as Calix pressed the pad of his thumb to my clit before pressing his tongue just inside of me. And I exploded. Stars danced behind my closed lids as an unfamiliar sound tore from deep in my throat. My back bowed and I closed my thighs around his face, trembling violently as he lapped at my orgasm.

Only when I was coming down from my high, did Calix lift his head. He looked satisfied and hungry all in one - and it was that look that made my belly clench in new desire and I marveled at the need I held within for this man.

“You’re so sweet.” He informed me as he slid his arms beneath the small of my back, lifting me up into his chest. “So fucking sweet, love.” He said again, and then I found myself in his arms with my face buried in his chest.

He was walking me across the deck, into the bedroom, and toward the bed. I knew this without an ounce of doubt. My heart began a steady climb into my throat as he moved and I held on tight to his big, strong body, seeking comfort from the very man who induced my fear.

I knew we were beside the bed when Calix stopped. Gently, he pulled me away from his chest to place me on the bed on top of the comforter. In this moment, as he looked down on me, with that beautiful hunger in his eyes, I felt equally exposed as I did enthralling. My heart was a wreck inside my chest. It was beating a painful symphony as I stared up at him, the light of the flickering candles danced over the beautiful expanse of his body.

His ebony hair was tousled and his jaw was set firmly, exquisitely, as he watched me take him in. He really was powerful. Even looking at him now, when he was entirely bared to me, exposed to me in such a trusting way, I could see he was powerful. His power wasn’t from money or the men he employed or the things he possessed - but it was the way he held himself. He was so firm, so magnificent, so - Calix.

Suddenly, I wasn’t afraid anymore. I didn’t know how it happened, and no matter how long I dissected it, I doubted I would ever understand the reason why - but I just wanted him. All of him. Entirely.

“You’re perfect.” I said softly. And I meant it.

It wasn’t a whispered tone - it was simple and quiet and perfect. Watching Calix breath in deep after hearing my words, I knew I’d touched him with the honesty in their depths. And for the first time, I wished I could tell him I loved him and that he would believe me. But it was just too soon. Something was telling me, warning me, to refrain from speaking those words to this powerful man.

Biting my lower lip to keep the words from finding their way from my mouth, I held his eyes with my own. And then he moved. My heart leapt. My body tightened and I breathed in a sharp, deep breath that tasted both of the salt of the water and the sweet freshness of the peonies beside the bed.

Slowly, Calix crawled over me. He placed his knee between my legs, pushing my legs apart as he settled himself slowly, swiftly, between my legs. My skin felt flushed - everywhere. The blood had risen to the surface of my skin, over sensitizing and warming me from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. As he placed his hands on either side of my head, before slowly lowering to his elbows as he slid one forearm beneath the crook of my neck, my entire body quaked in anticipation and wonder.

I remembered feeling afraid of Calix when he was like this, completely surrounding me. But tonight, I only felt small. I felt delicate and beautiful as his eyes swept over my face and his big body covered mine. We were chest to chest - hip to hip - core to core. I felt his silky shaft throbbing against my center and I wondered when he was going to make the move - I wanted him to make the move. But I didn’t encourage him - I didn’t know how. Instead, I simply stared up at him as I memorized the feel of his wonderful body over mine, the way the heat seeped from his skin into mine, and the feel of his ragged breathing as my own breaths mingled in the air with his.