Chapter 6 Melodie
MELODIE
Iroll over in bed, smiling when I see Rogue passed out and snoring lightly. We really wore each other out. It’s still dark, but I’m dying of thirst. I’m quick to hop out of bed and grab a glass of water, chugging it before returning to the room.
I was hoping to crawl back under the covers without waking my sleeping giant, but he’s already sitting up when I get back.
“I was just getting a drink,” I whisper.
The words barely leave my lips before a yawn overtakes me.
I stretch my arms over my head, forgetting that I’m still completely naked from our first time together.
“Trying to tempt me, Melodie?” Rogue asks, his voice low and filled with lust. His hooded gaze roams over my body. I’ve never felt so wanted, so cared for, so… loved.
“Is it working?” I breathe out, rolling my body and shaking my hips. I’d feel silly, except the way Rogue is looking at me tells me everything I need to know. He loves the show, and wants more. I do, too.
My beastly biker stands to his full height and prowls toward me, the fierce look in his green eyes causing my thighs to squeeze together. He closes the distance between us, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling my head back so he can crash his lips down on mine.
“Always,” he grunts before taking my lips again.
Rogue takes control of this kiss, walking us backward until my back is pressed up against the wall.
He slides his tongue against mine, his hands roaming up and down my naked body, caressing my hips, my breasts, even my throat and lips.
His strong, capable hands leave a throbbing, warm blaze in their wake.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me into him for a punishing kiss. I’m his. He owns every part of me. That’s what he’s telling me with each stroke of his tongue, each anguished groan that travels through his body and into mine. I feel his kiss everywhere, and I need more.
“Please,” I whimper, not even caring that I sound desperate. I am. He’s right there with me.
“I’ve got you, love. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, gripping my hips and guiding me backward until the edge of the mattress hits the back of my legs. Rogue gently lays me out on the bed, then stands in front of me, looking down at my body. It’s all for him.
I spread my legs, moaning when he growls and clenches his fist.
“Please,” I whisper again, my hands trailing up my torso to cup my breasts. My skin is so sensitive, every light touch seems to go straight to my clit, making it throb in anticipation.
Rogue tears his eyes away from where they were locked on my pussy, and he grunts again when he sees me playing with my nipples.
“Fuck, Melodie. You’re so damn sexy.” He’s on me in the next instant, covering my body with open-mouthed kisses, sucking on my skin and leaving little love bites down my torso. “Need a taste. Then I’m gonna remind you what it feels like to be stretched out by your man.”
His possessiveness spikes my pleasure. I want to be his in every way, and I love the thought of Rogue being my man, ruining me for all other men.
I gasp when his nose and teeth tickle up the inside of one thigh and down the other.
My man chuckles darkly, then blows warm air over my most sensitive spot.
A frustrated whine falls from my lips, and Rogue’s eyes darken as he spreads my pussy lips open with his thumbs.
Never breaking eye contact, he licks me from bottom to top, pausing to swirl his tongue around my throbbing bundle of nerves.
“Shit, I can’t believe I waited so long to do this,” he grunts to himself. Rogue’s gaze turns feral, and he dives into my cunt, sucking down my juices and teasing my clit with his teeth and tongue.
He starts out with slow intentional movements, winding me up, up, up with each lick. Then he thrusts his tongue inside my aching channel, wiggling it back and forth while stimulating my clit with the tip of his nose.
I buck my hips against him, marking my man with the pleasure he’s pulling out of me.
Rogue grunts and grips my hips, pinning them to the bed while he eats me out in ravenous, sloppy strokes.
His slight stubble rubs against my thighs, the slight sting adding to the symphony of pleasure building to a crescendo deep in my core.
My body jerks to one side, and I fight against the urge to sit up.
Rogue reads my mind, spreading one of his massive hands out over my stomach and keeping me secured to the mattress.
His fingers dig into the soft rolls of my belly, and he growls possessively as he kneads my flesh.
I’ve always been so embarrassed about the extra weight on my body, but clearly, Rogue loves it.
When my man shoves a finger inside my cunt and scrapes his teeth across my throbbing clit, I cry out my release and thrash beneath his capable mouth and hands. He holds me through it all, cleaning me up with his tongue before kissing his way up my body.
I jerk and twist beneath him, gasping for air and whimpering with each lingering touch and kiss. When he finally reaches my mouth, Rogue slants his lips over mine and leads us in a slow, drugging kiss.
My legs automatically spread wider so he can settle between them. I feel his long, thick cock glide against my pussy, collecting my juices and driving me crazy. He’s so close to where I need him I nearly cry in frustration.
Rogue sits back slightly and gathers my wrists up in one of his massive hands. He raises my hands over my hand and pins them to the mattress before nuzzling into the side of my neck.
“Fuckin’ love seeing you stretched out for me,” he says into my skin, his voice low, gravelly, and desperate.
Rogue drags his lips down my neck and across my collarbone, then he nips at the tops of my breasts, grinning wickedly when I jump and gasp.
“Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy now, Melodie. Are you ready for me?”
I nod and tilt my hips, nudging the swollen head of his cock against my entrance. Rogue growls and reaches down between us to guide himself inside in one smooth stroke. Fire spreads through my veins, and heat pulses out from my core, overwhelming my body.
I wiggle my hips, making sparks sizzle and burn across my skin. Rogue groans, leaning over me, one hand still holding my wrists above my head while the other trails up my side. He squeezes my breast, pinching my hardened, sensitive nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
My back bows off the bed, and he takes the opportunity to slip his hand between my back and the mattress, pushing my chest up so he can feast on me. Rogue grinds his cock into me, filling me up before pulling back and slamming into me roughly.
My breasts jiggle with every thrust as he sets a relentless pace. I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his sculpted ass, crying out when he hits that spot inside me that pushes me right up to the edge.
I feel my muscles tense as my pussy tightens around his thickness. He lifts his head from my chest and studies my face, no doubt sensing how close I am. My thighs shake and a shiver runs up my spine, seizing my lungs and forcing out a scream as I come around his cock.
Rivulets of pleasure course through my body, making every nerve ending spark to life.
Rogue fucks me through it, never letting up.
He still has my wrists secured in his grasp, despite all my writhing around and trying to twist away from the intense pressure and sharp ecstasy he’s creating deep inside of me.
I swear I’m about to come again, but suddenly Rogue isn’t on top of me anymore. I hardly have time to register his absence before his large hands grasp my hips firmly. Rogue flips me over effortlessly, then pulls my hips back so I’m on all fours.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them wide.
Rogue thrusts into me, growling when he bottoms out. I let out a broken cry as I unravel for him, my orgasm ricocheting through my body but never leaving me completely. I’m so fucking sensitive, so raw as he pounds into me.
“I-I-I ca-ca-n’t…” I stutter out, unable to take a full breath.
“You can, baby. Trust me, you can. Feel this with me. Fuck, feel it, Melodie.”
I whimper and nod my head, staying right here with him in the moment, struggling to hold myself up on shaky arms while my pussy knots around him over and over.
Incoherent words and strangled, almost tormented sounds fall from my lips as Rogue tears me apart, fucks me so good, so hard, so damn rough.
He’s branding me with each savage stroke, claiming all of me, body and soul.
Rogue slides his hand around to my front, spreading his fingers out over my stomach and pulling me even closer to him as he ruts into me. His hand creates even more pressure.
My fingers curl into the sheets, fisting them as I try desperately to hold myself up.
When he brushes the tips of his fingers over my clit, my knees wobble and my arms give out completely.
I face plant into the pillow, my ass still in the air, Rogue still pounding away.
He pinches my clit and I sob out yet another orgasm.
My pleasure spikes as white hot bliss fills my veins.
When it fades away, I’m completely limp.
Boneless. Held up only by Rogue’s punishing grip on my hips.
“Gonna come inside you, love. Gonna make you a mother,” he growls as he holds himself deep inside me. His words make my pussy contract one last time, and that’s his breaking point.
Rogue lets out a feral roar as his cum fills me up. He pulls back and then enters me again as more of his release shoots out of him. There’s so much, I feel it dripping down my thighs, the tickling sensation making me moan and involuntarily tremble in his arms.
I feel the last of his orgasm drain from him, and then Rogue collapses on top of me. He’s sweaty and panting for air as he rests his forehead between my shoulderblades.
I’m not sure how much time has passed as we drifted in and out of sleep, but the room is bathed in the blue-grey light of the pre-dawn. Rogue is fast asleep, his massive arm draped over my waist like a lead weight, pinning me to the mattress. I’ve never felt more secure.
I watch the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the way his tattoos shift with his breath. He looks peaceful, but I know that soon, the alarm will go off. He’ll put on that leather vest, pick up his keys, and go to war.
I carefully slide out from under his arm, trying not to wake him. My body feels different. Sore, yes, but also awake. For the first time, I don't feel like a victim waiting for the next blow. I feel like someone worth fighting for.
I walk over to the small desk in the corner of the room. There’s a pad of yellow legal paper and a pen. I don't write a note; I don't have the words yet. Instead, I sit in his chair and begin to fold.
I make a bird. Then a butterfly. Then a whole bouquet of intricate, sharp-edged flowers. I line them up on the nightstand right next to his watch and his keys.
When he wakes up, I want the first thing he sees to be the beauty we made out of the scrap paper of my life.
“Morning, beautiful,” Rogue says, his eyes half closed.
He has the cutest, sleepiest smile on his face.
It almost makes me forget the hell he’s about to walk into.
“What’s all this?” The giant man sits up in bed, looking at the array of origami creatures and flowers I made for him.
He studies each one like it’s a precious gem, handling the small pieces of folded paper with such care in his large, rough hands.
“I wanted to remind you what we’ve built and what you’re coming home to,” I answer as I sit next to him on the edge of the mattress.
I take a butterfly made from a newspaper page and trace the edges with my fingers.
“I was just a pile of scraps when you found me. But together, we’ve made something beautiful, don’t you think? ”
Rogue’s hands cup my smaller ones, careful not to squish the paper butterfly. “You, Melodie, make everything you touch beautiful. Your smile gives me life, and I will be home, in your arms, as soon as fucking possible. I promise, angel. I’ll always come back to you.”