Page 21 of Caged Captain

Despite everything that’s happened between us, I can’t help the small smile curling up one side of my lips. “I thought you wanted a second chance?”

Marco’s eyes snap open, disbelief flooding his features. “I do. But… you can’t just give it to me.”

I let out a small laugh and drop the washcloth before holding his face in my hands. “I think that’s my choice. Plus, I didn’t say you were off the hook. I’m thinking foot massages every day, feeding me grapes by the pool, which we’ll have to get installed in your backyard, and–”

“It’s yours. Everything. Anything.” He seals his declaration with a kiss, his lips touching mine tenderly at first and then with more intention.

When we break apart, Marco rests his forehead on mine. “Thank you, angel. I can fix this. I can fix us.”

“Just be here with me,” I murmur, brushing my nose against his.

“Always,” he promises.

Marco continues to gently wash every inch of my body, then dries me off and gives me one of his t-shirts to wear. He guides me over to his bed, leaving me for all of ten minutes while he rinses off in the shower. When Marco returns, he crawls under the covers next to me, cradling me in his arms.

“Get some rest, love. I’ll be right here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you ever again,” he whispers before pressing his lips to the top of my head. Marco breathes me in, our hearts finding the same rhythm as we drift off to sleep.

I startle awake, hardly able to breathe, as the last of the nightmare loosens its grip on me.

“I’ve got you,” Marco says, his deep, calming voice washing over me and chasing away the demons. He pulls me against his chest and nuzzles into the top of my head, whispering that I’m safe over and over. “I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.”

I lean back slightly so I can look him in the eye. This muscled, tatted, immensely powerful mafia Captain is broken before me, tripping over himself to apologize.

“I forgave you, remember?” I ask, kissing his cheek and resting my forehead on his.

“But that doesn’t wipe away the trauma you experienced. You’re having nightmares because I left you vulnerable and–”

I cut him off with another kiss, this one deeper and filled with meaning. I know nothing I say will ease his guilt, but maybe I can show him that I forgive him. Maybe I can prove to him with my body that he’s everything I’ve wanted and needed in my life. Do we have more to discuss? Absolutely. But nothing is going to be solved tonight.

Marco parts his lips for me, letting me slide my tongue inside his mouth and taste him. God, I missed his scent, his taste, everything about him.

I moan softly into his mouth, making Marco growl and slide his hands underneath the oversized shirt I’m wearing. My skin prickles with awareness everywhere he touches me. I adjust myself so I’m straddling him, never breaking our kiss, our connection.

I can’t help the needy whimper that falls from my lips when my bare pussy rubs against his cock, covered only in boxer briefs. He lengthens and hardens beneath me, the sensation making me so,sowet.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold him close as I grind down on his lap. Marco groans and breaks our kiss, only tonibble down my neck. I shiver and squeeze my thighs around his hips, needing more.

Marco leans back and cups my face, resting his forehead on mine. We’re both breathing heavily, the air thick with what we crave. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt or take advantage of you, angel. Never again.”

“I’m sure. I need you,” I tell him truthfully.

Marco nods in agreement and slides his hands down my neck, shoulders, and torso until he grips the hem of my shirt and gently lifts it off my body.

I’m bare before him in more ways than one. I feel vulnerable yet somehow bold. Exposed yet covered in the safety that is my Marco. My home. My love. His fingertips trail up my sides in featherlight touches as he looks at me with a mix of awe and reverence.

Leaning forward, Marco captures my nipple in his mouth, gently sucking as his hands slide around to my back, pressing me closer to him. I tip my head back and rock my hips against his, savoring every swipe of his tongue and stroke of his fingers.

Marco hums in approval as he switches breasts, lavishing the other one with the same attention. My core vibrates, making more of my arousal drip down and coat the thin layer of fabric covering his throbbing dick. He swells even more, and a soft growl rumbles up from his chest.

I slide my hands down his chiseled chest, pushing him back a little. He grunts in frustration like I’ve taken away his favorite toy. It makes me giggle, knowing he wants me that much.

Marco looks up at me with the softest, sweetest smile, making me melt for him even as I’m so turned on that I’m ready to burst.

“Love that sound, sweetheart. Love hearing your laugh.”

I don’t know how to respond to him with words, so I kiss him again as my hands trail lower, lower, lower until my fingers graze the waistband of his boxer briefs.

He tilts his head back, breaking our kiss to growl softly. I scoot back enough to reach inside and pull him out, stroking him and rubbing his precum over his thickness.

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