Bleeding Heart (18 page)

I didn’t miss the enunciation Calix provided for my new name, and I knew that Dr. Kendrickson didn’t miss it either. How could she? It had been spoken with such cold venom.

“Yes, well,” Dr. Kendrickson turned to me and I tried to shake the oddity of Calix’s harsh tenseness from my mind as I focused my attention on her. “If you’re sure you want the shot.”

“Shot?” I repeated. “I was thinking maybe the pill.”

The Doctors eyes swung once again to Calix, before she continued. “If you’re firm on not wanting children, I am advising the shot to you today, Mrs. McKnight. You and Mr. McKnight have an obviously hectic life. If you miss the pill once you risk the chance of becoming pregnant.”

“Oh.” I swallowed. “Well, I suppose it’s the shot then?”

She didn’t miss the question in my statement. “The Depo-Provera is your best option at the current state of your life. Every twelve weeks you’ll need to come see me for another shot, but once it’s given you have no need to worry about the activities you partake in.”

I breathed a long, slow breath from between my lips as I glanced at Calix. My heart did a little jump in my chest as I realized he was watching me curiously, almost hopefully. Did he want me to back out? As much as I wanted to please him, and do all that he wanted, bringing an innocent child into the mess that was our existence would be foolish and wrong.

Turning my attention back to Dr. Kendrickson, I forced a smile and spoke. “Where do you give me the shot?”

She smiled softly, but I could see she was uncomfortable. Did she not believe in birth control once a couple was married? If not, then she really was in the wrong profession. I was positive she saw plenty of patients who requested some form of birth control - I couldn’t possibly be the first and there was simply no other reason for her discomfort.

“I’ll apply the Depo-Provera into your arm.”

“Oh, good.” I breathed. I had an embarrassing little fear that I had to take it in my butt cheek.

Dr. Kendrickson quirked a curious brow at my obvious relief and I blushed. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Again, Dr. Kendrickson looked to Calix for what appeared to be confirmation, and he nodded through angry eyes. Shaking off the chill of his obvious anger, Dr. Kendrickson opened the small case she had with her. There were two needles in the case along with sanitary pads and other forms of medical supplies I couldn’t place. Donning clear gloves, she wiped a sanitary pad over my arm and then I watched her hand hover over one vial, before quickly shifting to the other. She plucked it from the case before assembling it into the needle, which she tore from its sanitary wrap. Taking a deep breath, her face paled and she poked me in the arm. When the last drop of the liquid in the vial had been deposited, she pulled the needle back, offered me a tightlipped smile, before she tossed the needle into her case and stood.

“It was nice meeting you, Mrs. McKnight.” She said stiffly before looking to Calix. “I’ll be on my way. I have a private flight to catch.”

“You made the right choice, Dr. Kendrickson.” Calix informed and I couldn’t help but find his wording peculiar, but I wasn’t about to question his meaning.

“Goodbye.” Dr. Kendrickson walked quickly from the room, disappearing through the bedroom door within seconds. I mean, the woman had practically run from the room and she’d looked frighteningly close to tears.

I turned to Calix. “Does she not believe in birth control?”

His blue eyes moved from the closed door of our bedroom to me before he answered. “Something like that, love.”

I scoffed. “Then she’s in the wrong profession.” I blushed at my statement, quickly adding. “I mean, she’s very nice. But I highly doubt birth control is an odd request.”

Calix didn’t reply. Instead, he stood. “What would you like to do today?”

***

Calix had allowed me to choose everything we’d done without a bit of a struggle. I found this odd as well, but I decided he felt guilty for the way he’d treated Dr. Kendrickson in front of me, so I didn’t ask about his odd behavior. Instead, I reveled in the abundance of choice. We’d walked the streets of Athens for hours. I’d pointed out everything, eager to explain the things I knew from my extensive research of Greece and what I didn’t know, to Calix’s horror, I’d asked the citizens.

“You are never permitted to be in public alone, Nova.” Calix had growled in my ear after the fifth citizen I’d talked to.

He’d been a nice older gentleman who’d been thrilled to explain to me, in his thick accent, that Kerameikos was an ancient cemetery and the original monuments are now standing for viewing in the National Archeological Museum. I had excitedly said that we needed to visit this museum.

“I’m not that embarrassing, am I?” I asked Calix after the gentleman had wandered off.

“Embarrassing, no.” Calix shook his head. “However, you are much too trusting of those around you, Nova.”

“Everyone I have approached has been kind and informative.” I stated matter of fact.

“Not everyone you will approach will be that way, love.” Calix explained gently but firmly, so as not to pop my innocent bubble of faith in humanity, I supposed.

“Calix,”

“Nova.” He sighed my name in interruption. “Could you not be satisfied shopping like a normal woman?”

My face screwed and I gave him a bug-eyed glare. “I thought you knew me.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “You don’t hate shopping.”

“I don’t hate it.” I admitted somewhat begrudgingly. “But you know that I don’t love it, by any means. If there is something for me to see and learn about, I would much prefer to do that.”

“You don’t want to purchase a souvenir?” He tempted and I bit my bottom lip - because I actually did want to purchase a souvenir.

***

I was certain, as Calix paid for the authentic Greek olive wood bowls, that he was seriously regretting his decision to encourage my shopping for a souvenir. If he did, in fact, regret his encouragement, I have to admit I wouldn’t blame him. My souvenir shopping has been extensive. But once I thought of souvenirs to bring home with us, I wanted to be able to bring something back for very room in our house.

“Are we finished love?” Calix had asked after I’d chosen the komboloi (worry beads), a mini statue of the Goddess Athena, and soaps and hand creams made of olive oil. I had heard the soaps and creams were lovely for the skin and I was growing more and more excited to try using my purchases. I almost feared I’d use them before our trip was over and I would need to ask Calix to purchase more for us to bring home.

“Um,” I made a little face. “I sort of wanted to get a souvenir for every room at home. I want to have a memory of our honeymoon everywhere I look.”

“In that case,” Calix has steeled himself against his obvious boredom to continue alongside me as I shopped. “We’ll shop all evening.”

Rolling my eyes at his over-exaggeration, I’d continued on. I’d chosen a set of beautifully scented jasmine olive oil body products for Gabriella that I was growing more and more excited to give to her. I also carried a large bag filled with an assortment of herbs and teas I was excited to try as well as the olive wood bowls.

Glancing at Calix who looked a little worried I might still want to shop, I stated. “I’m hungry.”

“I never thought I’d be so happy to hear you say those words, love.” He grinned in relief. “Let’s go.”

***

I stared at Calix, my husband, over the oil lantern sitting in the center of our table. We were eating on the foredeck where the little pool shimmered in the light of the moon shining in the clear night sky. We’d had a romantic dinner, and after a very long day, I was exhausted and ready for bed.

Calix seemed to have other things in mind as he eyed the pool. “Would you like to go for a swim, love?”

“Um,” I glanced at the pool as I nibbled at my lower lip, trying to think of the best way to tell him that I really didn’t want to swim.

“You would prefer bed?” His voice was low and I felt my eyes lift from my empty plate to meet his.

Smiling in relief, I nodded. “I would.”

“You’re tired?”

“Aren’t you?” I asked. “It’s been a long day.”

“Yes.” He agreed. “Shopping certainly does make for a long day.”

I giggled softly. “Yes, I know how much you dislike shopping now.” I teased. “Maybe you’ll think twice the next time you encourage me to shop.”

His eyes shimmered as he smiled at me over the table before rising to come to my side. “Come love, let’s get you to bed.”

At his words and the hunger in his eyes, I knew he had plans for when we arrived at the bed and all the sudden, I wasn’t all that tired.

***

“On your knees.” Calix commanded and I hurried to shimmy myself from my belly to my knees. I felt Calix wrap his strong hands around my ankles, and then he tugged me backward until my knees were positioned on the lip of the bed. If he tugged me back once more, I’d fall right off the bed.

“Calix,” I moaned, as his hand moved over the wetness pooling between my legs. “Please,”

“Tell me what you want, love.” He said with a control in his voice I couldn’t help but marvel over. How could he possess even a shred of control when I was like this, on my hands and knees on the bed, ready for him, wet for him - aching for his cock to slam deep?

“You.”

“I need more.”

“I want you, Calix.” I whispered. “Oh God,” I felt his fingers move inside me, pushing deep, finding a rhythm, and then they were gone. I cried out in frustration. “Fuck me.”

His palm slapped down on my ass and I flinched forward, shocked at the sting on my rear. “I’ve asked you to tell me what you want, Nova. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Oh God.” I whispered. “I want,”

His hand rubbed over the stinging flesh and I paused. Then, gone was his gentle hand and in its place was the stinging bite of his palm. “Tell me.”

“Oh,” I moaned, pressing my face into the bed as my fingers curled into the sheets. “Oh, Calix.”

“Nova,” He rubbed my rear and I tensed in anticipation for another slap over my rear.

“I want your cock.” I cried out hurriedly as his hand left my rear, when I started speaking, his loving hand returned to its gentle rubbing over my flesh. “I want your cock deep inside me. I want to feel you pushing - I want,”

“Continue.” He growled and I tilted my face to open my eyes as I gazed back at him. What I saw was fucking hot. It was unlike anything I had ever seen in my life - and I knew this image would be there, burned in my mind, until the end of my days.

Calix was standing behind me at the foot of the bed. His blue eyes were burning hot and his lips were red from my previous kisses. His body was bared to me, only the light of the candles flame touched his golden skin, caressing his every line and edge. With one hand, he palmed my ass while the other stroked his hard, long cock. The veins in his velvety skin protruded from the swell of his flesh and I felt my sex clench as I watched his thick, calloused fingers working the soft flesh of his cock. His eyes were trained on me - and he was waiting for me to continue.

Watching him, I spoke. “I want you to use me, Calix. I want you to pound inside me hard. I want to be your pleasure - I want you to push hard until you come. I want you to make me cry out and I don’t want you to stop.”

“Fuck me.” He breathed - and then my world changed as he slammed inside me fast and hard. I swear to all things holy, that I saw stars. I couldn’t even cry out as he dove deep before stilling as though remembering himself. “Shit, Nova,” he ground out, his hands running over my back to curl around my neck where I’d pressed my face into the bed in case I screamed out in the intense pleasure filled pain of his intrusion. “I’m sorry - I wasn’t,”

“Sorry?” I didn’t want him to be sorry. I wanted him this way - all of him - no restrictions. “Lose yourself, Calix. Lose yourself inside me.” I begged. “Please, make me come undone.”

“Jesus,” He sounded weak and I pulled forward before slamming my hips back. My breath caught in my throat as his hands came down hard on the side of my hips. “Fuck me, baby.” Then he took control and I knew he lost himself - because I lost myself too.

The world around us fell away until all I could hear was the sound of his front slapping against my back. His cock, so hard and long, filled me to completion before robbing me only to do it again and again. I was panting, screaming, crying, and begging - I just didn’t know if I was begging him to stop or to continue.

His every thrust was filled with a sweet kind of pain that pushed me to the brink of my sanity and then I felt his knee lift onto the bed, as he buried himself deep inside my body.

“Move with me, baby.” He ground out from between his teeth, sounding as though he were in pain. “Climb up the bed.”

“I,” And then he ground his hips into me and I moved.

When I was in the center of the bed, I felt his hands on my waist and then he was pushing me down onto the flat of my belly, his cock still buried to the hilt inside me. “Ah fuck,” he groaned against my shoulder as his front met with my back - and then his hips began moving again, hitting me in a whole new way. This was a sweet torture I wanted to die experiencing.

With his every slow stroke, I felt my fingers flex in the sheets as I bit my lip to keep from moaning in utter ecstasy. Sweat formed between our bodies as he slid in and out and he raised a hand to cover mine - the one flexing in the sheets. With one leg thrown over my hip, his cock buried deep, his front against my back, his breath in my hair and his hand over mine, I was entirely consumed by this man. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

There was no doubt in my mind I’d lost myself around him - beneath him - to him.

As I felt my body bow, my climax rising to the peak, he spilled himself inside me as I shattered around him. I cried, “I love you.”

And he buried his face in my hair, inhaling deep, he replied. “You’re mine.”

Chapter 17

Three weeks had passed.

I’d been in Greece, with Calix, for three weeks. Soon, our wonderful honeymoon would be over and I would be forced to face the light of the real world once again. I wasn’t ready to return to Canada. I wasn’t ready for our blissful, romantic time in Greece to be over. I wasn’t ready to return home - to Calix’s home. Since being in Greece, things between Calix and I had evolved into something wonderful and I simply didn’t know how we were going to maintain what we had found once we returned to the place where Calix obviously ruled over me. I wasn’t ready to lose the playful Calix I had come to know and cherish so deeply.