He's Captured My Soul (Captured Series Book 3) (10 page)

He thrust’s a finger inside, stretching me. Hitting the one spot deep within that sends me spiraling. I feel my tummy tighten, sex clench, crying out his name as my orgasm takes over. Legs trembling.

“Stop!” I cry out. “No more, Alex,” I plead as he continues relentlessly drawing it out. The aftershocks radiate through my body.

Finally, he starts to slow. My heart is pounding. I thought I was dizzy before, that was nothing compared to how I feel now.

He stops.

Holy fuck.

“A question, how are you feeling?” he asks moving positions, back up my body. I feel him. His erection nudging at my entrance. No need to ask how he’s feeling. I know exactly what he wants. I try to find words.

“Fucked.” He laughs at my choice of word.

“Ah, not yet baby.”

His lips descend on mine. Consuming me. Exploring, as he pushes his tongue inside. Erotic, tasting the two of us combined. His lips move from mine. This I like, as he travels along my neck. Stopping at my ear, I feel his teeth nip lightly against my earlobe. I moan. His lips move again, kissing and nipping as he travels down. My skin is tingling with desire. Stopping at my breast, his teeth nip against my nipple, as he pulls it taking it in his mouth.

I try to speak, but I’m at a loss for words. I move against him, feeling his erection still there. I know where I want him to be. Not on the outside, but buried deep within. I steal a look at him. His gaze is intense, but it’s the naughty grin in his face with my nipple still in his mouth, that makes me smile. He knows where I want him, but I get the feeling it will be a while before that happens. I shake my head and close my eyes enjoying the moment.

He continues for another few minutes, before switching to the other breast. A bit more forceful, he took the other nipple, biting down on it lightly. I gasp, not from the pain, because it’s bearable. I just wasn’t expecting that. Sucking and licking, teasing me with his tongue.

“Alex . . .” I pant.

“Libby.”

“I want more. I need more. I need all of you.” I grind against him.

“Is this what you want?”

I don’t get a chance to answer, as he moves quickly. He’s thrust deeply inside me. Stilling, letting me adjust, even though my body is well adjusted to him. My muscles clench deeply around him. Our pace is slow and steady. Steadily building me up.

Panting and moaning.

Both our eyes open, watching the other. I want see him fall apart. He smiles at me and I at him. My body is starting to react. I want to move my arms, throw them around his neck and pull him closer, but I can’t he’s pinning them with his to the bed. He shakes his head at me. He has this knack, of knowing what I’m thinking, without me speaking.

In and out.

Deeper and deeper, when he reenters me. I move my legs, wrapping them tightly around him. I need to up the pace and that is the one way I can.

But still slow and delicious.

He didn’t want to rush. He didn’t want to be rough. He wanted only to make love. That’s all I see when I look in his eyes, love. The love he has for me.

Our pace is steadily picking up. I know I’m close and Alex’s face tells me he is too.

We match each other thrust for thrust.

Slowly in. Slowly out.

Deeper and Deeper.

Over and over.

Quicker and quicker.

“Alex,” I cry as the orgasm tears through me. He picks up the pace again, looking for his own release. When he finally stills, I’m left feeling shattered. Shattered into a million pieces.

“I love you to the end of the earth and back again,” he says in a soft whisper. I smile at his words. Words I know he means. A single tear escapes, but it’s not gone un-noticed by Alex, of course.

“Hey, what’s this for?”

“Happiness. Not sadness. I never imaged I could be this happy.”

“That makes two of us. I want to make the most of our time together. I feel as though I’ve waited a lifetime for you, to fall into my life.”

A soft kiss is placed on my lips, before he moves from me. He lies on his side and moves me, so my back is toward him. His safe strong arms wrap around me. Holding me close. It’s still my favourite place in the world, lying with his arms around me.

I yawn. Tired from what has been an eventful and emotional day. One I will remember, as being the best day in my life.

“Sleep my beautiful, soon to be Mrs. Mathews.”

Happy and content. There’s no better feeling in the world. My body feels as though a drug has taken over. My drug of choice Alexander Mathews. Intoxicated on Alex, love and amazing sex. And he definitely has taken over my body. Lifeless and sleepy.

My eyes close, as he twirls my hair round his fingers. Grinning I let sleep take over and pray I wake feeling more like my usual self.

SHIT. I FEEL BLOODY AWFUL.
I open my eyes. Alex still has his arms wrapped around me. I pry myself out of them, without disturbing him. I need to go and find some painkillers. I leave the bed quickly, but I feel dizzy. God did I really have enough drink last night, to make me feel this bad? Maybe I did. I make my way into the bathroom. Finding some paracetamol, I take a couple with some water. But the taste makes me feel sick. Thankfully I’m not. I brush my teeth and spend what seems like ages in the bathroom.

I lean against the sink, studying myself in the mirror. Well it has to be said, I look as awful as I feel. Great!

Bang! Bang! “Libby, you ok?” I jump, just at the same time as I was grabbing a towel to wrap around me. It falls to the floor.

“Alex, the door is open.”

He comes charging in, still naked, in all his glory. Seriously. What did he think was wrong. He sees the painkillers on the counter and frowns.

“I’ve got a sore head. That’s all.” I try to convince him. “I blame the alcohol.” He stalks toward me and takes me in his arms. We stand in front of the mirror, his arms wrapped possessively around me. He’s studying me closely. I feel him, all of him against my skin. I smile, thinking about the possibilities.

“Unless you’ve started drinking in secret, you really didn't have that much,” he states.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say, leaning my head back against his chest.

“You didn’t. I woke up and when you weren’t in the bed, I was surprised. It’s not like you.”

“What time is it?” I ask him, feeling like I haven’t been sleep for that long.

“Going on nine.”

“Ah. There was me thinking it was still the middle of the night.”

“Why don’t you go back to bed? I can wake you up in a few hours.”

“I don’t think so Mr. and waste our time alone together.” I giggle moving my hand behind me, and taking him in my hand. I watch him in the mirror, moan from my touch.

“I thought you had a sore head?” he asks.

“I do, but I’m sure you can help me forget about it for a while.”

“A man could think that’s all you want me for.”

“Now there’s a thought running through my head.” I turn my head to face him, he plants a quick kiss on my lips.

“You, my beautiful girl, are impossible.” He smiles lovingly at me in his arms. “How about we compromise?”

“I told you last night I’m all about compromising.”

“Alright, how does this sound. We share a relaxing yet intimate bath together, and whilst you are getting ready, I will rustle up something for us to eat. Then we can lie curled on the couch, under a cover, watching a movie and if you fall asleep in my arms I will be a happy man.”

“You’re always a happy man.”

“I still have my moments.” He teases. “Then if you feel up to it, we can make lunch together. My parents and Sophie will be here for a late lunch about two, I believe.”

“Okay, I agree.”

I peel myself out his arms, and turn on the taps for the bath. I pour some of my nice smelling bubble bath under the running water. I sit on the edge of the bath, waiting for it to fill, completely naked. I used to be ashamed of being naked. Now, I don’t. I still have my moments when I feel a bit uneasy if I wear something that is slightly revealing at the back, but only because of the scar. I hate when people see it and tell me how sorry they are about it. I don’t need anyone’s pity. I had enough of my own after the incident with Jeff.

“Libby, did you have to pour so much in.” He looks at the bubbles in the rising water. I laugh.

“What, I thought you liked my bubbles?”

“I can take them or leave them. You do realise they will be all over this floor, as soon as we step in.” I nod and shrug my shoulders, because I don’t really care where the bubbles end up.

I test the water and climb in. It’s bloody roasting and I inwardly laugh, knowing what Alex will say as soon as he feels it.

“Fucking hell, Libby!” he shouts as soon as he puts a foot in. “You are going to be the death of me, woman. You do know baths this bloody hot aren’t good for you?”

“Are you a man or a mouse?” I tease.

“Right, now I have no idea,” he says, standing and dipping his foot in and out of the water. I laugh a proper belly-hugging laugh. “What?” he asks.

Shaking my head, I pull his arm and seeing as he’s off balance, pulling him straight into the bath with me. Water and bubbles spilling over to the floor, just as he predicted.

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Too good an opportunity to miss.” I laugh, but only for a split second. His gaze is intense. He is hot right now with water dripping down his face.

“This is interesting,” he says, his lips only inches from my face. Hovering. He exhales sharply. I lick my lips and look him square in those eyes. All the concern gone, to be replaced by hunger and desire and a mischievous grin. One that tells me, I’m going to enjoy this.

The sight of his gorgeous, well toned body leaning over me, is something I’ll never tire of seeing. I pull him close, letting our lips touch. His chest leans heavily against my breasts. The heat sores through me. I ache for him. I crave the closeness. I need the closeness we have, and not just in moments like this. We kiss, like there is no tomorrow.

I give him control. Control the pace. Control of my body as he sees fit. He takes it. As I look in his dark eyes, I sense he won’t be holding on to his control for long. The hot bubbly water splashes around us.

“I’m yours.” It sounds almost like a purr escaping me.

I moan loudly in his mouth, as he pushes deep inside me. Taking what’s his to take. His lips never leave mine. His hands gripping onto the side of the bath. Me I hold onto him, as though my life depends on him. My hands gripping tightly on his shoulders.

He feels amazing, deep inside, stretching me. The pace has been set, hard and fast. With each thrust he goes deeper and deeper. My heart beat rising. I moan loudly, feeling his hard length deep within. My walls tighten, gripping him exactly where I want him.

My breasts ache for the touch of his hand. My body just aches for him. Sensing my feelings, he starts really moving. Pounding hard into me. Claiming me. My grip on his shoulders tighten, in anticipation of the warmth that is about to flood through me. The room spins away, as my climax rushes through me. Our lips part and my head falls back. Plunging deeper and deeper until I feel his body tense from his own orgasm. He collapses onto me, breathing hard. His lips find my neck, kissing me softly.

“Not what I had in mind, but worth it all the same. I’m so in love with you,” he whispers. My heart swells at his words, from the warmth and meaning in his voice.

“I feel the same about you,” I murmur against him.

He moves position, I lean back on his chest, his arms wrapping around me. We just lie, no words are spoken. Comfortable, that’s what I am with Alex, but I hope it never becomes too predictable with him. Everything with Alex should be an adventure. Now we have a huge adventure to look forward to. Getting married, who would’ve thought it. A few months ago, I had given up on men altogether. Jeff did that. The way he was, with me after Lindsay died and I will admit the way he was before. It just took Lindsay’s death for me to see, things more clearly. Making me choose between him and Ethan. Then blaming me, because I chose family. But then after we split, it did make me look differently at how things were between us. He tried to manipulate me and to some extent he did. Kirsty was my rock, with the whole Jeff thing.

Then Alex fell into my life, an accident. No. No accident we were always going to find a path together, that I believe.

Destiny? Maybe.

As I lie in his arms, my thoughts drift to the week ahead. Our night out tonight. Dancing and drinking with our family and friends. That I’m looking forward too. Yes we danced at his brother Connor’s engagement party, but that was a formal affair. I’m looking forward to going clubbing and seeing what he can really do. I smile.

I hope Ethan and Sophie don’t do anything stupid. Don’t think Alex would be overjoyed at the pair of them. But it was nice seeing a sparkle in his eye and a glow on his face that has been missing for so long. Yip, me and my dear brother need to talk about his revelation last night. Maybe this is his way of dealing with things.

My flat is going to be full for the next few weeks having his family here, especially with Murphy and Joan due back tomorrow. I’ve missed them both. I wonder how they will take the news about us. I wonder if they will stay here, working for Alex or will they return to the States. I know Alex values and respects both of them. Joan I’ve grown very fond of, she's a breath of fresh air.