Free Captured Miracle by Alannah Carbonneau Page B

into a frenzy in record time. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face and sobs were quaking my body. I felt Calix pull away, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. My entire body was shaking uncontrollably and I was gasping for breath.
    “Nova?” He asked worriedly. “Look at me.”
    I shook my head, sharp bursts of breath filling the silence and I tried to halt my crying. I couldn’t.
    He caught my chin in his hand, tilting my head. “Love, look at me.”
    Blinking rapidly, I looked up at him. His blue eyes were dark and serious and his lips were tilted down in a deep frown. “P-please,” the word was choppy and pathetic. “I need,” I gasped. “I need you to stop touching me.”
    Calix shook his head. “No.”
    “What?” I croaked, my hands pressing once again at his chest. “Please,”
    “No, Nova.” He growled firmly. “You’ll have to get used to me touching you. I’ll soon be your husband, and I won’t be dancing around your shortcomings.”
    I grappled frantically for some semblance of control. “Shortcomings?” I whispered. “You think my needing space is a shortcoming?”
    “I will not hurt you.” He vowed.
    “Physically,” my retort was cutting, but he didn’t even flinch.
    “No, not physically.” He assented. “You will be my wife, Nova. I will kiss you, touch you, fuck you, and you will love every minute of it.”
    I flinched at his vile words. “I won’t.”
    “You will.”
    “Get away from me.”
    “I already told you I won’t release you.” He lowered his head and I turned my face away. Tears streamed down my face in rivulets. “When I make a decision, I stick to it.”
    “Please, Calix,” I pleaded on a whimper. “I can’t handle this - not right now.”
    “Why not?” He demanded. “You liked it when I kissed you, when I touched your thigh.” I slammed my eyes closed, but he continued. “I’d bet my life that you’re wet for me this very minute.”
    My cheeks flamed red-hot as I tried to ignore his words - and the intimate physical affect they had on me.
    “Tell me, Nova,” Calix continued in low husky tones. “If I slipped my hand into your panties would I feel your cream? If I parted your lips and dipped my finger between your tight little folds, would I ease right in?”
    I didn’t reply. And again, he spoke. “Tell me.”
    “No.” I lied. And I hated myself for having to do so in the first place.
    I hated Calix with every fiber of my being - and yet he affected me in a way no other had ever done before. But then again, no one had ever kissed me the way Calix had. No one had ever touched me so determinedly. And no one had ever, not once, spoken such brazen words in my ear.
    Calix chuckled. “Shall we test my theory, love?”
    My stomach dropped. If I thought I’d been feeling panic before, well I had been mistaking. Because what I was feeling now at the thought of Calix’s fingers moving over me where no one had ever touched me before, definitely took the cake over the panic I’d felt earlier.
    There was nothing I wouldn’t do to keep him from touching me. There was nothing I would refuse to subject my pride to in order to abstain from feeling his touch.
    I begged. “Calix, I’m begging you. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since you took me from home. Please, let me know you a little better before you start this...”
    I was crying so uncontrollably now that the water falling from my eyes was like a tap. And I couldn’t turn it off.
    Through the blur of my vision, I saw deep frown lines crease between his eyes. His jaw was hard and his hand on my waist was firm. I thought for a moment that he wasn’t going to release me, but at the very last minute, when I was certain my heart was going to stop beating entirely, he nodded.
    “We’re late for dinner.” He stepped back and a breath of relief wheezed from my lungs. “Come.”
    “I should,” I thumbed toward the bathroom, sniffling. “I should probably splash my