Page 62 of Captive Heart

The slow slide of skin on skin and every little degree of distinction, smooth muscle, taut buttocks, crinkly hair, slick heat, hot sweat, and the smell of musk and sex, all put her senses on overload.

Then there was the ever-tightening knot of passion that fisted in her chest, sending vibrations of desire into every atom of her being.

Melody locked her ankles around Micah’s hips, urging him closer, faster, harder. She wanted more. She wanted it all. She wanted the cascade of sparkling golden light she could sense in the periphery to engulf her and explode and take her on a rollercoaster ride she would never forget.

Sensing her urgency, Micah picked up the pace, lengthening his strokes, his strong thighs powering his bucking hips as he ploughed into her, bottoming out at her cervix and sending sparkles of sensation skittering through her lower abdomen with every purposeful plunge.

Still, she was greedy for more, so she rocked her own hips up to meet him, her breath heaving out on a soft cry with every powerful thrust, which adding to the backdrop of sounds; passionate moans, slapping flesh, forceful grunts, and the rhythmic creak of the wooden bed frame as it rocked with them.

Melody could feel the vivid veracity of completion within her grasp, but it wasn't quite there, she couldn't quite reach it, she needed something else.

The quiver of frustration had her blindly begging, "Micah, pleaaase…" except she didn't know what to ask for.

Perceptive as always, Micah dipped his head and took one of her stiff, peaked nipples into his hot mouth, suckling briefly before he bit down gently. The quick spike of erotic pain was everything Melody needed, and reality spun away as she erupted in a quaking mass of searing, white hot pleasure, which started in her core and crested outward until it encompassed her entire being.

And still, it wasn't over. Micah rode the wave with her, urging it onward, squeezing it tighter, until he'd wrung out every ounce of ecstasy in her body. Only then did he plough his fingers into her hair and plunder her lips in a gut-wrenching kiss, before gutturally roaring out his own pleasure and spilling his seed.

Melody closed her eyes and absorbed the aftershocks of their combined bliss.

Her breath was coming in short bursts, and she could hear Micah panting in her ear. Their bodies were heated and slick with sweat and Melody found she simply couldn't move. The orgasm had robbed her of strength and all she wanted to do was lie here and glory in its radiance.

She welcomed Micah's weight atop her. It made her feel cherished and cocooned, but it didn't last long as he rolled away with a satisfied groan and groped his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

Melody closed her eyes and enjoyed the coolness of the night against her heated skin. She should maybe think about getting up and showering, but the moment was too sublime, and all she wanted to do was soak it up.

Micah was everything she’d ever dreamed of and more, and a small smile graced her lips as she sensed his return. It widened in satisfaction when he climbed back into the bed beside her and pulled her flush against his chest, pulling a sheet across their cooling bodies.

The last thought she had, before she slipped into dreams of fantasies and future, was that she wanted to stay with him and enjoy these moments forever.

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Micah awoke to an overwhelming feeling of peace and satisfaction unlike any he’d felt for many years. It was as if his soul had been nourished, and he knew it was all down to the remarkable woman whose bed he shared.

That she'd given of herself so wholeheartedly and completely, after everything she had been through, was a gift that Micah would always treasure. It had touched him in ways he couldn't even start to quantify.

And maybe this really had been his shot at redemption after the way everything had gone to shit with Sara. Nurturing Melody, caring for her and showing her, proving to her that there was still good in the male species, even if she hadn't seen much of it.

While it had started with a punishment, he really hadn't paddled her that hard. Micah simply couldn't bring himself to do it, knowing what she'd been through, seeing the evidence of her previous rough treatment in the scars that marred her porcelain skin.

But Melody seemed to have let go of a great many of her barriers, so what he’d given her was enough. Because she understood the intent and allowed herself to release all of her pent-up emotions without having to be broken in order to force a reaction.

For that, he was thankful, because had it been any different, there was no way he would have been able to satisfy her needs, which was something he found he desperately wanted to do.

It was Sunday morning, and although there was still the club clean-up to take care of after last night, he was in no rush to move from this comfortable nest. Besides, there was plenty of time.

Melody lay sprawled against him, her legs tangled with his own, her head resting on his chest and her hair in a wild disarray around the both of them. He'd help her brush it out later, he thought with a contented smile, tightening his arms around her and pressing a light kiss to the top of her head.

Melody sighed and stretched, sleep still lulling her, and his cock thickened in response. There was going to be no keeping that bad boy down, now that it knew what was in store.

He groaned quietly as she moved sinuously against him. It was an unconscious move, not meant to arouse, but there was no point in trying to tell his dick that. Especially when her hand moved across his abs, causing them to jump before settling perilously close to his rock-hard shaft. Micah sucked in a pained breath and was about to intervene and move her hand away, when instead, her fingers curled around his erection and a soft, sleepy voice murmured, "I think someone is pleased to see me."

"Undeniably." Micah chuckled, hauling her over so she lay across him. Melody carried on rubbing up against him like a feline in heat, purposefully scraping her breasts against his chest hair, and Micah groaned and grasped her hips, holding her still while he ground his pelvis into her softness.

God! He felt like a randy schoolboy! And maybe that wasn't so much of a bad thing. He felt freer and more light-hearted than he had in too many years. It was a good feeling, one he wanted to hold on to.

Melody pushed herself into a sitting position, straddling him comfortably. She looked almost ethereal with the soft backlights of the bed canopy reflecting against her abundant silver hair and creating a kind of halo effect. She really was quite beautiful, and it was easy to appreciate now she was clean, healed, and nourished. Nothing at all like the scrawny, muddy vagabond he'd taken in, scant weeks ago. Her enigmatic violet eyes, both knowing and yet innocent at the same time, were captivating and compelling, and he couldn't help stroking his hands up and down the soft skin of her pale arms, wanting to retain the connection with her.

"Do you want to tie me up?" Melody asked out of the blue as, from her perch astride him, she eyed the various eyebolts and fastening fixtures installed throughout the bed frame.

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