Chapter 32: Thirty-Two

“And I want to clear everything with you, but let’s leave it for tomorrow, kitty kat. I want to indulge on you tonight.” His tone was husky and dark in her ears, sending her blood racing in her veins all over again.

There was so much desire in his voice, Melina couldn’t help herself and pulled him for a kiss. His weight pressed down on her flushed body. The feel of his chiseled muscles and warm skin against her soft ones was inebriating. She nudged his lips open in a sweet and gentle kiss, lacing her fingers in his hair while raking her nails on his back.

Shudders engulfed him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue took hers, hot and demanding, once more thirsty for her. Henry’s hands skimmed the contours of her body, stopping on her hips and holding her tight to him, pushing her against his erection. She moaned, grinding on him as an absolute pleasure consumed him. Melina had always been his addiction, and now that he had her, he wouldn’t mind having an overdose of her.

“I wanna touch you, feel you…” She whispered to him, blowing hot breath on his ear. “Turn around Henry.”

Holding her tight, he flipped them on the bed, bringing her above him. She showered kisses on his jaw, down the side of his neck, sucked and nipped on the tender flesh just as he did to her. An urgent growl left his throat. She grinned at him and kept her journey down his body, caressing the light shade of hair on his chest. Her tongue built a trail of fire on his skin, from his shoulder to his flat nipples. The tip of her tongue swirled over them, delivering soft bites and taunting him, making him squirm under her explorations.

Her boldness astonished him, and the feel of her tongue and mouth on his skin was too much to bear. She was having fun teasing him, and he wanted to give that to her. Little did she know Melina was putting him into a sweet torture. When her fingers found their way down his belly and she wrapped them around his cock, feeling him in her palm, caressing him, making him grow harder and thicker in her hand, Henry lost all his control and a raw need took over his mind.

“You like that, babe?” Her voice was husky and sexy. Such a temptress. Melina could be inexperienced, but she knew what she was doing to him.

“Melina, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into,” he said with a grunt. She smirked at him, planting kisses down his belly, playing with his belly button, going lower, and he shuddered in anticipation, but he grabbed her by her hair, gently pulling her up. “As much as I want to feel your hot mouth around my cock, you’re not ready for that, kitty kat.” Before she complained, he slanted his mouth on hers, feeding long, drugging kisses, devouring Melina and making her burn for him.

“Henry…” She cried out when he came on top of her and surged forward, burying himself deep in her tight haven. He wouldn’t last long with all her teasing from before, and he wanted her up in heavens with him. His thrusts became hard and deep. His hand slid down her body, reaching her center. “Please… Henry.” She screamed when his finger pressed on her clit, making lazy circles and driving her wild.

His thrusts became faster and erratic as Melina’s body tightened, then clenched around him, surrendering to the beauty of the moment, finding her release. A minute later Henry felt his body gathering, plunging deeper inside her, then shattering with such intensity he would never forget…

***

Henry woke up the next morning with an entangled beauty in his arms. He stared at her with wonder in his eyes. Her face was still flushed, her lips beautifully swollen from his harsh kisses, and a naughty purple was gathering on the soft curve of her neck. She gave herself to him with abandon, and she took from him what she wanted without inhibitions. She was gorgeous, and she was his to keep. Melina had a peaceful semblance, and once in a while sighed in contentment. She was tired, and he couldn’t blame her since they fell asleep, spent at dawn.

He made his way out of bed without disturbing her. Grabbing his pants and t-shirt on his way, he went to the bathroom for a shower. Lots of things would change and lots of questions would be answered. Hope hit him as the jet of warm water worked on his strained muscles. Henry’s top priority from now on was to discover who was the bastard sending those videos and pictures to Melina, and eliminate the threat to his family.

She also needed to believe in him. Melina had to understand he had nothing to do with all the tragedies that crashed into them in the course of their lives, after last night, he wouldn’t be able to live without her, and if she didn’t give him a chance to explain, he would tie her to him, chain her inside his house by his bed until she comes to her senses.

He couldn’t get over the fact she was his princess, and by the fairy tale she conjured up to Eve, he was her prince. Melina never lost her innocent side, not even after all the ordeal she went through. And it made him happy. His heart pounded in his chest while staring at the Sleeping Beauty in his bed. His entire body wanted to get under the covers with her again and have her wake up writhing under his wicked mouth. But he had a lot to do, and for now, he couldn’t get distracted.

***

Melina stirred and little by little her eyes fluttered open. Her mind was still foggy with sleep and her body felt lazy and tender in places that only the thought of them made her blush bright red. She stretched like a cat, with a smile dancing on her lips, and her mind wandered to Henry. Nothing could have been more perfect than last night. He treated her with exquisite care, and the fire in his eyes when she told him he had been her first and only would be with her forever.

The smile on her face dropped when apprehension crawled in her mind and a sudden heaviness settled in her stomach. Doubts flooded her head. Now at daylight she wasn’t so sure if she did the right thing. When she came looking for him, her intention was to talk, but getting in the house and seeing the broken glass, then he sprawled on the bed with a pained look in his face even in his sleep, all coherent thoughts disappeared from her mind, remaining only the urge to ease whatever was making him distressed.

Melina jumped out of bed and straight to the bathroom. He wasn’t around, and it was late. The shower was quick. She rinsed her mouth with a mouthwash she found, wiggled into her pajamas, and as soon as she left the room, a delicious smell of fresh brewed coffee and food hit her, making her mouth water and her stomach rumble. Getting closer to the kitchen, she recognized Henry’s voice, and a caring, melodious voice filled the room through the speaker.

“I can feel the happiness in your voice, Hank. I’m happy for you.”

“I still can’t believe it. But don’t be so hopeful, I have a lot of work to do.” He chuckled, moving around the kitchen.

“How is she? Hank, you didn’t go all macho on her, did you?” She scolded him when he became silent. “We talked about it. You men are all the same! How could you?”

“Ella, she hid my daughter from me!” His shoulders slumped as he gave a pained sigh, and the air left Melina’s lungs. Was he still mad at her?

“You have a daughter!” The woman didn’t even notice his change of mood as excitement got into her voice. “I can’t wait to meet them. Where are you guys?”

“Baby Girl, we barely got ourselves cozy with each other. Melina and I still have a lot to talk about. She still thinks I’m a monster, and sometimes I think she’s right…”

There was so much hurt in his posture, Melina had to hold herself in place not to go to him. She didn’t think him a monster, but it was her fault if he was thinking this way about himself, wasn’t it? Guilt flooded her soul.

“Shut up with the nonsense. You put your life on the line for her, did you tell her already?”

“About the kidnapping? Yes.”

“I meant after the kidnapping. Does she already know?”

“No. I’m not telling her.”

Melina entered his kitchen, looking at the table set with a delicious and enticing breakfast. But the only thing in her mind was his last words. “What is it you won’t tell me, Henry?” She made herself known, glaring at him and waiting for an answer.