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

by Karen Frances

  I climb into the bed, turning so that I face him when he lies down. He takes his time climbing into bed. I know he thinks there’s more to this than me being tired, I get the feeling he’s desperately holding back on me. Well if that’s what he’s doing it’s up to me to make the first move.

  I ease myself closer to him. Closing the distance between us, I cup his cheeks with my hands. I start off slow, capturing his mouth with mine. Teasing. It takes him a few seconds to respond. But when he does, it’s not a slow, dreamy kiss that I started off with. No this is one of desire, hunger. A kiss that sends my pulse racing and a rush of heat all through my veins. His arms hold onto me tightly, not wanting to let me go, as his tongue slides in. Exploring and taking what he wants. Nothing in this moment is gentle, but it’s still love.

  This is what I need. What we both need.

  His stubbled jaw is rough, against my face, but I don’t care. I pull him against me tighter, feeling his erection, hard against me. Our kiss is hard and furious and just what we both want. I rub myself against him. He groans against my mouth before pulling back and breaking our kiss.

  “Libby, this isn’t what I had in mind for tonight.”

  “What did you have in mind, then?” I rub against him again.

  “Ah, Libby stop.” He sighs heavily against my neck. “I wanted it to be loving and tender, not fast and furious. You deserve so much more than that.”

  “Now, who is overthinking things?” He pulls back further, so he can see clearly. Watching and waiting. “Alex, I want this. Please don’t overthink and don’t make me beg. But I will do what it takes. I want you.” I whisper the last words.

  “I want you too. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” His fingers trace my ring finger, pausing on the stunning diamond that now graces my finger. “I love you, the soon-to-be Mrs. Mathews, with all my heart.”

  “And I you. And I look forward to becoming Mrs. Mathews.” I lean toward him and place a soft lingering kiss on his lips. I’m rewarded with his beautiful smile. We both stare for a few minutes, drawing the other in. “Now, I think I know what we both need, Mr. Mathews.”

  I push him until he is on his back and straddle him. “Now, this is interesting. What exactly are you going to do in this position?”

  “Just wait and see.” I lower my face to his, and kiss him greedily. Always looking for more. The fire flares through my body. His hands settle on my hips tightly, but not for long. I push them away, back toward the bed, pinning them in place.

  Pulling away, I see the pool of desire in those eyes. My lips trail soft kisses down his neck, and I hear a small moan of appreciation. Slowly, I place a kiss on his chest, close to his heart. The sound he makes is more like a hiss as my lips travel across his broad chest and then working my way downward. My intention is very clear. I’m not seeking his approval. I’m giving him what I know he wants. I slide my body down, at the same time I peel his boxers down and off. The sight of him, free, sends sparks igniting the fire deep within my core. Who says this is just for him? I get just as much from this, knowing that it’s me giving him so much pleasure.

  I grip him in my hand, squeezing the base, just how I know he likes it. This part of his body, I’m very well acquainted with. I tease him slowly with my tongue. Swirling my tongue over the tip. I hear soft sexy moans, as I move licking the length, up and down. I try to keep him still, he’s already wanting to move. I just want him to enjoy and take what’s on offer.

  I tease for a few more minutes, until I sense his restlessness. I stop, looking up at him. Eyes closed, head back. Before taking him all the way in.

  “Holy fuck!”

  I glance at him, unable to answer him. Seeing the enjoyment in his face. I continue stroking him with my tongue. Tasting him. Enjoying this as much as he is.

  Grabbing my hair, he holds it tightly, almost pulling but not painful. There’s no room left between us, no air to breath. I try to control the pace, but who was I trying to kid? The minute his hands made their way to my hair, all control I had was gone. He starts thrusting against me, as I continue.

  I feel him tighten, as his climax starts to build. Stroking harder with my hand, and taking him as deep as I can, before drawing back and repeating. I steal another glance; he’s too far gone in the moment. The grip on my hair gets tighter as his climax tears through him and I swallow his release.

  I release him from the hold, my lips had on him, crawling slowly back up and resting my head on his chest. I take comfort in hearing, his much laboured breathing return to something that resembles normal.

  We lie for what seems an eternity. I stroke his chest, and his fingers twirl round my hair. I’m sure in the morning it will be full of knots.

  “Tonight wasn’t meant to be like this,” he says when he has recovered his voice. “Tonight was meant to be all about you.”

  “Was that so?”

  “Yes. I take it from your performance, you are feeling better.”

  “Of course. I was just a little dizzy downstairs. I blame you for that.” I tease.

  “How so?”

  “Because with all the excitement of today’s events. The main one being, this stunning ring that now graces my finger.”

  I lift my head and I’m met with those piercing brown eyes. “You deserve so much more than a ring, my beautiful girl.”

  “You know all I want is you,” I tell him as I place a kiss on his lips. “Oh and the hotel.”

  He smiles. He knows how I feel about Stewart House. Anyone that knows me, knows how I feel. The hotel and the loch has drawn me in over the years and I never want to have to give either of them up. That being said if I have to spend some time in New York in the future, I’m sure I’ll manage somehow.

  “This I know. We can talk shop tomorrow.” His words have me a little curious. Why would we need to talk shop? “But right now, let’s get back to the current situation. Let me love you.”

  His lips meet mine, soft and sweet, with love and so much more. It’s true, we both feel love is not a strong enough word for the depth of our feelings. He pulls away, almost reluctantly and moves me from him. I feel lost, from the loss of contact, even though I know it’s not for long.

  Alex quickly traded places, I’m now on my back. Just as quick he’s removed my underwear. His eyes taking in what he sees. Savouring.

  I need him.

  I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more in my life.

  His kiss distracts my thoughts. Slow and sweetly, as his hands dance delicately against my body. My arms wrap around, his neck, tugging him closer deepening our kiss, I feel a change in desire flood through my veins. Sliding his tongue over mine, I moan.

  As we continue kissing, his hands start exploring. His hands slide over my breasts, squeezing each. I try to stifle the gasp, by biting on his lip.

  “You’re fooling no one. You do know, you can’t hide it from me. I know all too well, how turned on you are. This is why we are alone tonight. Moan all you want. By the end of this you will be screaming my name. Begging me to stop.” His words are a whisper. “I’m taking you all the way to the edge, watch you crumble beneath me. Then I’m going to start again.”

  I can’t hide the gasp that escapes me, this time.

  Kisses trail softly down my torso. My ever too-sensitive skin, already betrays me, as he continues with precise care and attention. I shiver, although not from coldness. No, from the burning desire. His eyes meet mine, as he spreads my legs. Wide open. He buries his face between my legs and I cry out. ‘Alex’ even the sound of his name doesn’t distract him, from the task in hand. He holds my legs in place, as with his first touch, they want to close voluntarily. Working me up and down, with his tongue, his lips, his mouth I try to savour every touch.

  He could do this all night, but me on the other hand, I was already struggling from his first touch. Where Alex is concerned, I seem to have no self-control.

  My senses have gone into overdrive. I’m struggling. My breathing is erratic. I�
�m dizzy. I moan signaling how close I am. I want to draw this out, but my body has other ideas. He drives his tongue deep inside me, the result another earth shattering moan. My hands run through his hair, tugging it, pulling him closer to me. My hips start to rock against him.

  Licking, sucking and nipping. Back and forth.

  It won’t be much longer. I can feel it building deep within.

  He stops.

  Shit!

  I open my eyes, drawing in a deep breath. Alex smiles and dips his head back between my legs. I should've known from his words what his plans for me were.

  “Please,” I whimper.

  His tongue slides, back and forth. Teasing me. Licking and sucking slowly. This is not what I need. I pull harder on his hair. I swear I hear a small laugh. His tongue dances over me as I press against him. I try to hold back the moan that escapes through fear. Fear that he will stop again. This time he needs to take me all the way over. My body moves in time with him. Thrusting against him.

  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.