Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Fuck me.
Hell. Yes.
Victor’s hands were too rough as he lifted her up and took her to the bed. His mouth too wild and hard as he took her lips. Tasted her. Took and took and took.
But he couldn’t seem to pull back.
Melody’s hands stroked over him. She was moaning and rubbing against him, and she wanted him to fuck her.
Not a dream. Not some desperate fantasy. The real deal. She was back. His Melody.
And he was going to fuck her until she screamed his name.
He lowered her onto the bed. Heaved up long enough to wrench off her top. Her breath came in quick pants as she grabbed his shirt, too. She yanked, and buttons went flying.
Her eyes widened. “I am so—”
He kissed her again. Drove his tongue past her lips and tasted the sweetness that he craved. He wanted to rip away her jeans and her panties and plunge as deep into her as he could possibly go. He wanted her nails raking down his body as she bucked against him.
Slow down. Slow. Down.
A refrain in the back of his mind. But he couldn’t slow down. His hands were practically shaking with need because this was Melody. Finally. Back.
His.
Her fingers slid over his sides. Across his back. “I want you inside me,” she whispered against his mouth.
Like there was any other place in the entire world he’d rather be.
But his lips claimed hers once more, and he kissed her just a little longer because he’d missed the softness of her mouth. Craved her so badly.
Missed her touch.
Her sighs and her moans.
Missed every single thing about her.
He eased away. Stared at the white bra she wore.
Saw the curve of her breasts. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Victor backed away. Her legs dangled over the edge of the bed.
He hauled off her boots and socks, and his hands went to her waist. His fingers tangled with hers as she helped him to unsnap her jeans. Unzip them.
Then he was hauling those jeans down her legs. The jeans and her panties, and she was left clad only in the bra. For a minute, he just drank her in.
She pushed up onto her elbows. “Uh, Victor?”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
His gaze flew to meet hers. No, she couldn’t have missed him. Not when she didn’t even remember him.
“I was walking around and feeling like my heart was missing. I think I might know why. I think I gave it to you, didn’t I?”
And he could remember words that she’d spoken to him so long ago. The best words that he’d ever heard.
I love you.
When he’d been at his darkest, those words had tortured him. They’d also given him the strength to keep searching for her. To believe that she would come back. Melody had to return.
I have her back now. Back. Safe. Alive. The next step? To kill the bastard who took her from me.
His gaze slowly drifted over her body. Those perfect breasts. The bra would be going. He wanted her nipples in his mouth. She always went wild when he played with her nipples. And he knew just how to play. Knew how to give her so much pleasure that she shattered beneath him.
On down his stare went and…
The scar on her stomach. Such a long slice. A reminder of the hell she’d faced.
I won’t just kill the bastard who took you. I will make him suffer. He will beg for your forgiveness.
“Victor?”
His gaze rose once more.
“You look…” Melody bit her lower lip.
“How do I look?” His hands curled around her legs. He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed as he stood beside the mattress. Her bed was raised, higher than normal, and it put her at the perfect height for what he wanted.
“Angry.” A pause. “Scary.”
“You should never be afraid of me.” Because his rage would never be for her. He only wanted to give her pleasure. And he would.
His hands rose to caress her inner thighs. Then, slowly, deliberately, he pushed her legs apart. A rough sigh escaped him. “Oh, baby, I have missed you.”
Then he feasted as his mouth lowered to claim the heaven between her thighs. His mouth took her. Soft at first, then harder as the frenzy of need within him drowned out everything else.
She’d gasped at the first lash of his tongue.
Her hips tried to back away, but his hands whipped up and locked around her waist. He brought her even closer to his mouth as he licked and he sucked and he tasted her again and again.
Mercilessly. Using his tongue and his lips in just the way that he knew she wanted.
He sucked her clit. Licked her over and over. Heard her gasps and felt her fingers sink into the thickness of his hair.
He’d missed her taste. Her sexy scent. Missed the softness of her body and the way she trembled before she came for him.
The way she was trembling right then—
“Victor!” Her hips jerked. Her thighs trembled. “Victor!”
He’d missed that scream of pleasure. And when she came, he lapped up her orgasm. Worked his tongue over her. Into her. Again and again.
Her heaving breaths shuddered in and out. Slowly, so slowly, his head lifted.
She still wore her bra. Problematic.
He stood. Stared at her as she sprawled on the bed—her bed. With her hair on the bedding behind her. Dark hair. White bedding.
I missed you.
If she ever left again…
No. He stopped the thought. It would not happen.
He reached out. Pulled down the left strap of her bra. Then the right. He tugged down the material so that he could see those pert, perfect breasts. Her nipples were tight, and his fingers skimmed over them. First one, then the other.
His fingers. Followed by his mouth. He sucked and he tasted, and she hissed out a breath. “My nipples feel so sensitive.”
They’d always gotten extra sensitive, right after she came for him.
His dick was thick and hard, so eager for her. He kept licking her nipples. Sucking. Kissing.
Take her. Thrust into her. Make her come around your cock.
Not yet. Not…
Yet.
He kissed a path down her body. His lips were extra careful when he touched the scar on her stomach. I will make him pay. Pain for pain. I swear it.
Her fingers curled around his shoulders. “Victor?”
His head rose.
Pink stained her cheeks. Her lips were red. Swollen from his mouth. Her eyes bright with passion. She stared at him with lust. With need.
Melody. His Melody.
He pulled from her, but only so he could yank open the front of his pants. His shirt still hung open. He should probably toss it away.
Screw it.
He kicked out of his shoes. Ditched his pants and his boxers. His heavy, thick cock thrust forward, and she was reaching for him.
She was wet. Ready. He’d made sure of it. He guided his cock to the entrance of her body as her legs dangled over the edge of the bed. No condom. He wanted her, skin to skin, but…
Fuck. Don’t be selfish with her. Don’t.
“Condom,” he gritted.
“I…” A lick of her tongue over her lips. “I don’t exactly have one on me.”
The head of his dick had dipped into her.
Heaven.
Torment.
Perfection.
“I had a full check at the hospital. No diseases. No, um, nothing like that.” Husky, trembling words as her hips arched against him and tempted him to thrust into her. To go deep. Exactly where he wanted to be. “I got one of those birth control shots. I-I haven’t been with anyone. I told you that.”
He hadn’t touched another woman since her. “I’m clear. You have nothing to fear from me.” He would never risk hurting her in any way.
Never.
Her long lashes lifted so that her incredible green eyes were on him. “Then what are you waiting for?”
His control shredded. He sank into the hot, tight paradise that was Melody, his Melody, and there was no holding back.
No stopping. He pounded deep and hard into her even as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hips arched up against him.
She met him, wild, heaving thrust for thrust. Her breasts bounced.
Her lips parted. Her eyes never left his.
He sank into her. Withdrew. Drove into her as far as he could go.
Her moans urged him on.
Her hands gripped the bedding. Twisted. Knotted.
His fingers slid between her legs. Rubbed her clit even as he pounded and pounded into her.
She came again for him. Pleasure swept into her bright gaze, and she gasped out his name as her body heaved and shook, and he was hauling her off the bed.
Up against him. Her legs locked tightly around him.
Her hands flew out to curl around his shoulders.
He lifted her up and down. He turned, pinned her to the wall, and drove into her even as her inner muscles contracted greedily around him.
Her mouth went to his throat. She licked. She sucked. She bit…
Fuck me, she bit in just the spot she knows I like. In just the way I like.
Melody. His Melody.
Her nails raked over him.
He exploded within her.
Drums were pounding. A thunderous echo.
Wait. Not drums.
Her heartbeat. Pounding and pounding and seeming to echo in her ears. She was trapped between the hard wall and Victor’s equally hard body. Her legs were curled tightly around his waist, and he’d just come inside of her.
Fair, she’d come at least twice for him.
She pressed a kiss to his neck.
He growled.
Her fingers fluttered over his broad shoulders. At the end, Melody was sure her short nails had been digging into his shoulders. Maybe his back, too. And potentially his ass. Now, though, they fluttered nervously, uncertainly.
Holy crap. I just had sex with Victor Alexander.
And she’d loved every second of it.
“Two things.” Her voice came out extra husky. She cleared her throat. “One, I was literally on top of a perfectly good bed before you moved me.”
He was getting bigger inside of her. She could feel the swelling. Already? Talk about impressive. Testing, she squeezed her inner muscles around him.
He growled again, a deeper, even rougher sound than before. A sound that she liked. Call her primitive, but his growls turned her on. Actually, almost everything about him turned her on.
He pulled back, almost taking his cock out of her, leaving just the broad head and—
He sank into her again.