Captured Miracle (19 page)

I didn’t say anything and I didn’t open my eyes, but my body responded to his words. I felt the swell of liquid between my legs and wished he would touch me there again. When he touched me there, I found such a sweet release.

Hearing Calix pull his hand from where it had been positioned by my head, I opened my eyes. He was sitting beside my body on his knees, his erection was proud between his legs. The way he was looking at me - so hungrily - made me feel a low ache for him. Something more than desire. Something primal. Almost as though I was hungry for him too.

Not knowing if I should sit up or continue lying there on the floor, I asked. “What?”

Calix reached out to stroke his fingers gently over the length of my stomach. Goosebumps littered my flesh at the feathery touch of his fingertips. “I could look at you forever, love.”

At his words, I wanted to tell him I was his. And that I would always be his. The desire was so strong, all that stopped me was the emotion clogging my airwaves. I literally could not speak.

Calix didn’t say anything more as he ran his hand down from my stomach over my thighs and to my knees. There, he used his other hand to pry my legs apart. The little fight I gave him was useless. I wanted him to touch me.

I expected him to place his hand against me and rub me the way he had before. But he didn’t. To my shock and surprise, he moved himself to sit between my legs. My heart jumped at this very intimate position. With my legs spread wide for him, I was exposed.

“Calix,” his name on my lips was a definite plea. But I didn’t know if it was for him to touch me, or for him to stop this torturous seduction.

“Relax love,” he cooed, trailing his pointer-finger over the slit of my lips. “I want to taste you.”

“What?” I gasped. “No.” Squirming, I tried to close my legs around his large form, but he held firm on my knees.

“Has anyone ever tasted you, love?” He asked, lowering his face between my legs.

“No,” I gasped, pushing myself along the floor of the shower as the tip of his tongue made contact with the slit of my pussy. “Never,”

Calix moved his hands from my knees to my hips, holding me in place against his mouth. I had never been so open to another person before.

He made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat that warmed me from the inside out. “I’ll be the first then,”

I didn’t have the chance to answer him before he pressed his tongue between my lips, stroking up the length of my pussy. Explosions of feeling pulsed through my body and I cried out. My fingers curled into my palms, making trembling fists as I tried to hold onto myself. Calix, however, was determined to shatter my resolve.

Calix swirled his tongue around my clit, pulling it between his lips before giving it a small nip. The coiled pressure in my stomach doubled as I cried out, panting for him with abandon. My cries did nothing to halt his lapping - if anything, they only made him work that much harder to pull the pressure from deep within.

As Calix flattened his tongue against my clit before giving it a quick flick, I lost a little piece of myself. The orgasm that ripped through me made my hair stand erect and my toes curl. It was mind numbing, world changing and heart shattering. I knew, from this moment on, I would never be the same.

Chapter 17

Calix wrapped me in a fluffy bronze towel, rubbing me dry. The man was still dripping wet - and hard as a rock - but he was caring for me attentively. Sometimes, in regard to Calix, I felt as though I had whiplash. He could be so cruel and manipulative one moment while caring and sweet the next. It was hard to keep track of which side of Calix I would be facing. Closing my eyes, I let him care for me. As silly as it was, I wanted him to care about me. Intimately.

I didn’t know what it was about Calix that made me feel a little crazy inside, but I also didn’t know if I wanted to fight these feelings. As much as I should fight them, I just didn’t know if I had the ability.

I felt his hands still on the sides of my arms where the towel was wrapped tight around me and I opened my eyes. Blue eyes, so bright, were staring down at me. He wore a serious expression on his face that made my heart leap a little in my chest.

He cocked his head. “Are you tired?”

I shrugged. I wasn’t. But I should be. It was late. “Not really,”

He nodded. “I’d like to sit outside on the balcony for a bit with you.”

I gave a small frown, “Okay.” I wanted to ask him why, but I didn’t. I could see that there was something on his mind, but I didn’t know what it was and I didn’t want to pressure him to tell me either. After everything we had just done - or after everything he had just done to me - I didn’t know if I wanted an answer. What if he was upset by what he’d done to me? I mean, he should be upset. It had been wrong of him to force me the way he had - but I had liked it. Actually, I had found pleasure in his actions while he had found none.

Maybe that was what was wrong. Maybe he wanted release, too. But - could I do for him what he’d done for me?

Looking into those deep blue orbs, I knew I could. I could do anything for him - and that frightened me. These feelings I was having toward him were wrong. They were too fast, too strong, and they were dangerous. I should loathe him. And in a way, I suppose I still did. But my mother always used to say that love and hate walk hand in hand. You can’t have one without the potential for the other.

I had never really understood that saying until now. Now, it was clear as day.

“What are you thinking, Nova?” Calix asked intently. His eyes flickered over my face as though seeking the answer from somewhere in my eyes.

“I was, um,” I lowered my eyes to the ground before glancing up at him. “Are you upset with me?”

He straightened as though I’d slapped him. The movement was so abrupt, that I just stared up at him. “Why would I be upset with you, Nova?”

“Well,” I blushed furiously. “I, um, came and,”

“And what?” He asked slowly. I had a feeling he knew what I was going to say, but wanted to hear it anyway.

Taking a deep breath, I got it over with. Quick and painless like ripping off a band aide. Accept that it
was
painful! “You didn’t...come.”

“Did you want me to come?” He asked bluntly.

I shifted beneath my towel, painfully aware that he was naked and hard as ever. “I just don’t want you to be upset.”

He nodded crisply. “I’m not upset.” He walked past me to the sink. “Come brush your teeth.”

I moved closer to him, feeling timid for no good reason. The man had had his amazing mouth on places of my body I never could have imagined anyone kissing, and I somehow found the ability to be shy with him now. Taking the loaded toothbrush he handed me, I began brushing my teeth. I tried not to stare at Calix’s naked form as we brushed our teeth, but it was hard. I didn’t know why he hadn’t put a towel on and I didn’t know why he wasn’t getting soft. Surely he was hurting. I’m certain if I had to walk around with something so large and hard, I would be hurting.

I wanted to ask him, but my mouth was full. Leaning over the sink, I spit and rinsed my mouth. Calix followed, repeating my motions before putting the toothbrushes away. I watched as he pulled a large toothed comb from a drawer.

“Turn around.” He waved the comb in the air and I raised my brows.

“Are you going to brush my hair?”

“Yes,”

“I can do it.” I took a step toward him, but he shook his head.

“I want to do it.”

Nibbling my lip, I asked, “Why?”

“Because you’re mine to care for.” The intensity in his eyes was too much. Quickly, I turned around as he had requested. Gently, he combed through the tangles of my hair. He’d washed it for me in the silence after he’d loved me with his mouth. As he moved the comb through the strands, I caught a whiff of the honey scented shampoo.

Honey wasn’t a very popular scent, but it was always what I had used at home. Calix must have known that, because I highly doubted his purchasing the rare scented soap was by chance.

When he was finished, he set the comb on the counter to run his fingers through my hair. He massaged my scalp the way he had in the shower with the shampoo and then the conditioner. I sighed, leaning into his strong capable hands. As he touched me so gently and carefully, I felt my body relax and my eyes grow heavy. Okay, maybe I was tired.

Calix leaned forward and I felt his lips press against the curve of my neck where it joined with my shoulder. “Are you dry?”

I nodded. “Are you? You’re the one who hasn’t used a towel.”

“I’m fine.” He pushed me to he door. “Come.”

“Shouldn’t I put some pajamas on?” I asked hesitantly, my steps stuttering.

“No.”

“But,”

“You will sleep naked with me from now on.” His voice was firm.

“But I thought we were going outside.” I protested weakly.

“We are.”

“Naked?” I squeaked. I felt my eyes grow in horror. “What if someone sees?”

He smirked. “No one will see.”

“How do you know?”

“Because if they see, then they were watching, and then I would have to punish them.” He rattled off the explanation as though his words weren’t threatening and I shivered. He frowned. “Are you cold?”

“Yes,” I lied.

I watched his naked behind as he strode to the bed where the duvet had been carelessly thrown earlier today. Picking it up with one hand, he gestured to the balcony. “Keep your towel on until I say.”

“You are afraid of someone seeing!” I accused.

“I don’t share, Nova.” He said gravelly. “Your body is for my eyes only. No one will
ever
see you, do you understand me?”

Gulping, I nodded. “Yes,”

Why did that statement make my heart flutter and my belly warm? Why did this man affect me this way? No one I had ever known had ever made me feel fuzzy inside with only words. Maybe it was because no one had ever spoken such brazenly possessive words. Maybe I liked that in a man?

“Good.” He nodded his chin to the door, interrupting my thoughts. “Come.”

I followed him onto the balcony, peeking over the railing into the yard for anyone who might be taking an innocent stroll. Thankfully, no one was walking the grounds. I breathed a sigh of relief. Calix laid down the blanket before climbing into the teardrop swing. It was large with a circular bed and the top domed into the shape of a teardrop.

I watched as he settled back against the swing, spreading his legs. I blushed. “Come,” he patted the space between his legs. “I want to hold you.”

Obediently, I crawled into the swing. Calix gave me a warning look. “Ditch the towel, love.”

I dropped the towel from my shoulders, placing it on the corner of the swings entrance. Sitting back against the swing, Calix looked dangerous. His blue eyes looked dark in the shadows of the night - like obsidian gems. His jaw was set rigidly and I knew he was watching me - wanting me. I could see his want like I could see the stars flickering in the night sky. Shifting my back to him, I scooted backward into his arms. I felt his cock pulsing against my back and to my surprise I felt desire pool in my core. How could he affect me so quickly - without even doing a thing?

Calix wrapped the blanket around us both, his arms holding me snug against his back. Being here with him like this - was weird. Despite his desire - and my own - the moment didn’t feel sexual. It felt intimate and yet comfortable.

With a small sigh, I let my head settle back into the nook of his shoulder. I never imagined the male body would be so comfortable, but it was.

Dipping his head he moved his lips over my temple and I closed my eyes, committing the feel to memory. This was a moment I knew I would forever cherish. As unorthodox our getting here was, this moment still felt
right
. It felt perfect.

“Tell me about yourself, love.” His tone was low. So low, I felt the sound of him in my bones. And I liked him there - in the deepest part of me.

“I don’t really know what to tell you,” I whispered without opening my eyes.

“Anything.”

“What do you want to know - that you don’t already know?” I shouldn’t have ruined the beauty of this moment with such a question. But I did.

I thought Calix would stiffen beneath me, but instead, he just pulled me tighter against his chest. “I want to know what you want from life.”

“I don’t know anymore.” I answered honestly. How could he ask such a complicated question? Before Calix, I knew exactly what I wanted. I knew who I would become without doubt. But now, I didn’t know. I didn’t know what he would allow of my life or even what I wanted any longer. The thought was depressing. And I realized I was losing myself.

He pressed his lips to my temple. “What did you want before?”

“Before you took me?”

“Yes,” he sounded hoarse. “Before you became mine.”

I snuggled deeper into his arms, needing a sense of comfort. This seemed to please Calix because a large sigh escaped from his throat, and again, his arms tightened around me.

I started to speak, “I wanted to go to college.”

“For?”

“I wanted to become an editor. I love reading. I read everything romance.” My throat tightened. “My sisters and I love romance. Especially Jaylah.”

“Yes,” he chuckled tensely. “The two of you spend nearly every Friday night lying on the living room floor watching sappy love stories.”

I gasped. “You know that?”

“I know a lot about what you do, love. I simply know nothing about what’s inside your mind.”

I tried to ignore his statement. “I wanted to stay by my family. I never wanted to move away from them and I wanted to find a good man who loved me. Maybe have kids...”

His breath caught. “You want kids?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged, feeling emotional. “I don’t know if I want to think about it anymore.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to think about it?” He asked, his voice gruff.

I struggled in his arms, suddenly wanting him to release me. He didn’t. Instead, he held me tighter. “Calix, please, we were having a nice evening.”

“Tell me why you don’t want to think about kids anymore?” He demanded.