Bleeding Heart (Captured Miracle Book 2)(54)

“Calix,” I moaned, as his hand moved over the wetness pooling between my legs. “Please,”

“Tell me what you want, love.” He said with a control in his voice I couldn’t help but marvel over. How could he possess even a shred of control when I was like this, on my hands and knees on the bed, ready for him, wet for him - aching for his cock to slam deep?

“You.”

“I need more.”

“I want you, Calix.” I whispered. “Oh God,” I felt his fingers move inside me, pushing deep, finding a rhythm, and then they were gone. I cried out in frustration. “Fuck me.”

His palm slapped down on my ass and I flinched forward, shocked at the sting on my rear. “I’ve asked you to tell me what you want, Nova. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Oh God.” I whispered. “I want,”

His hand rubbed over the stinging flesh and I paused. Then, gone was his gentle hand and in its place was the stinging bite of his palm. “Tell me.”

“Oh,” I moaned, pressing my face into the bed as my fingers curled into the sheets. “Oh, Calix.”

“Nova,” He rubbed my rear and I tensed in anticipation for another slap over my rear.

“I want your cock.” I cried out hurriedly as his hand left my rear, when I started speaking, his loving hand returned to its gentle rubbing over my flesh. “I want your cock deep inside me. I want to feel you pushing - I want,”

“Continue.” He growled and I tilted my face to open my eyes as I gazed back at him. What I saw was fucking hot. It was unlike anything I had ever seen in my life - and I knew this image would be there, burned in my mind, until the end of my days.

Calix was standing behind me at the foot of the bed. His blue eyes were burning hot and his lips were red from my previous kisses. His body was bared to me, only the light of the candles flame touched his golden skin, caressing his every line and edge. With one hand, he palmed my ass while the other stroked his hard, long cock. The veins in his velvety skin protruded from the swell of his flesh and I felt my sex clench as I watched his thick, calloused fingers working the soft flesh of his cock. His eyes were trained on me - and he was waiting for me to continue.

Watching him, I spoke. “I want you to use me, Calix. I want you to pound inside me hard. I want to be your pleasure - I want you to push hard until you come. I want you to make me cry out and I don’t want you to stop.”

“Fuck me.” He breathed - and then my world changed as he slammed inside me fast and hard. I swear to all things holy, that I saw stars. I couldn’t even cry out as he dove deep before stilling as though remembering himself. “Shit, Nova,” he ground out, his hands running over my back to curl around my neck where I’d pressed my face into the bed in case I screamed out in the intense pleasure filled pain of his intrusion. “I’m sorry - I wasn’t,”

“Sorry?” I didn’t want him to be sorry. I wanted him this way - all of him - no restrictions. “Lose yourself, Calix. Lose yourself inside me.” I begged. “Please, make me come undone.”

“Jesus,” He sounded weak and I pulled forward before slamming my hips back. My breath caught in my throat as his hands came down hard on the side of my hips. “Fuck me, baby.” Then he took control and I knew he lost himself - because I lost myself too.

The world around us fell away until all I could hear was the sound of his front slapping against my back. His cock, so hard and long, filled me to completion before robbing me only to do it again and again. I was panting, screaming, crying, and begging - I just didn’t know if I was begging him to stop or to continue.

His every thrust was filled with a sweet kind of pain that pushed me to the brink of my sanity and then I felt his knee lift onto the bed, as he buried himself deep inside my body.

“Move with me, baby.” He ground out from between his teeth, sounding as though he were in pain. “Climb up the bed.”

“I,” And then he ground his hips into me and I moved.

When I was in the center of the bed, I felt his hands on my waist and then he was pushing me down onto the flat of my belly, his cock still buried to the hilt inside me. “Ah fuck,” he groaned against my shoulder as his front met with my back - and then his hips began moving again, hitting me in a whole new way. This was a sweet torture I wanted to die experiencing.

With his every slow stroke, I felt my fingers flex in the sheets as I bit my lip to keep from moaning in utter ecstasy. Sweat formed between our bodies as he slid in and out and he raised a hand to cover mine - the one flexing in the sheets. With one leg thrown over my hip, his cock buried deep, his front against my back, his breath in my hair and his hand over mine, I was entirely consumed by this man. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.