Page 45 of Captive Heart

Small, fragmented sobs wrenched from Melody’s throat and her hips writhed and undulated beneath his ministrations. He sank two fingers back into her core and crooked them at an angle, seeking out and finding her G-spot, caressing it with bold, deliberate strokes until her back arched and a thready, high-pitched wail split the vaulted silence of the cavernous dungeon and echoed off the walls as she shattered beneath his touch.

Micah rode her through the orgasm, amazed at its strength as her core continued to flutter around his fingers.

Finally, he withdrew and palmed her heated buttocks, petting her as she regained her equilibrium.

And then she stunned him completely by bursting into tears, huge, noisy sobs which ripped through Micah's satisfaction and tore at his heart, hurtling his short-lived contentment down into his boots and squeezing his chest painfully.

Fuck! What the hell had he done wrong?

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Micah flipped Melody over and cradled her in his arms.

"Melody?" His voice broke over her name. "Honey, what's the matter? Talk to me!" he pleaded desperately as he stroked her hair and tried to soothe her.

Her leggings were still bunched around her knees and he made a vain attempt at trying to right them in case that was causing her additional distress. But Melody just curled into his chest, grasped at his shirt until it was crumpled in both her fisted hands and wailed soggily, her head bowed and hidden from his view.

At least she seemed happy enough to hold on to him and wasn't trying to push him away, so that was a positive, surely?

Micah wrapped his arms around her and rocked backward and forward, whispering nonsense, doing whatever he could to try to calm the distraught girl.

"Shh, shh, shh," he hushed, holding her as tightly and protectively as he dared, until the sobs turned to little hiccups, and she peeled her fingers away from his shirt long enough to try to wipe the river of tears away from her blotchy face.

"I'm so sorry, Melody. Just tell me what the hell I did wrong, and I swear it will never happen again!" Micah promised in desperation.

A fresh wave of bawling erupted, "No!" This time, it was accompanied by a light pounding on his chest from her small, ineffectual fist.

Okay, obviously not the right thing to say! Micah grimaced and intercepted the tightly clenched hand which was beating on him. Capturing it in his own, he brought it to his lips before tucking it between them and rocking her some more, pressing distracted kisses to her temple while she quivered in his arms.

When she finally settled, Micah felt as if he'd been slugged in the gut when her broken whisper hit his ear, "I'm sorry."

"No, no, no," Micah denied, shaking his head. "I'm the one who's sorry. I should have known better. I should have stuck to my guns. I was already concerned this was moving too fast after everything you've been through." He rubbed a hand across eyes that ached with the tension headache that was rapidly building behind them.

"Just, please, tell me what I did wrong, so I can make sure it never happens again."

Melody sat up straight, grasping handfuls of his tee shirt in her hands and shaking her head vehemently. "No, you don't understand, you didn't do anything wrong, you did something right!" She dipped her head again, her cheeks flaring with colour.

Micah sighed and rubbed her back. "Well, you're right about one thing," he replied ruefully. "I don't understand."

Melody dragged in a shaky breath. "That thing you did…the way it made me feel. I've never known that before. I didn't realise. I…"

She let the breath out in a huff then laughed drily and threw her head back to stare at the ceiling. "Oh God!" she whispered. "I can't…"

Micah captured her face and made her look at him. She quieted under his touch, but still had a vague semblance of mortification about her.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Melody," he interrupted, keeping his voice gentle. "What thing I did? What are we talking about?"

Her cheeks heated again, and she closed her eyes, even while Micah still held her head immobile.

Capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, she bit into it so hard, Micah thought she might draw blood, so he pressed on her lower lip with his thumb until she released it.

She swallowed, hard, her throat bobbing. "That thing you did with your fingers," she whispered faintly, even though there was no one else around to hear. "The way it made me feel. I didn't know…I never…"

She couldn't get the words out. It was like she simply didn't know how to say whatever was on her mind.

Micah stared at her blankly for a few beats. Surely, she couldn't mean what he thought she might be trying to say. He was having trouble wrapping his brain around the concept, but still stepped in to try to help her.

"You mean the orgasm?" he asked uncertainly.

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