Tattooed Hearts: Melody, Bonus scene

Melody

This is a whole other level of being brave—standing in the living room with my hands around my back while I stare at the door, waiting.

Cassius is going to be home soon… and I want to surprise him. Even if the nerves bitting up my skin beg me to slide on a sweater and hide.

But the door knob jiggles, lock clicking, and soon enough the door is pushed open.

I swallow hard, my gaze dropping to my feet.

“Melody?”

My eyes widen. That is not Cassius. But I can’t get my feet to move, to run for the room and hide. Instead, I’m frozen to my spot—practically naked and on display for his brother—Declan.

A light chuckle falls from Declan’s lips. “I’m not even going to ask. Cassius asked me to check in on you because he’s running a bit behind.”

Oh…

“Why didn’t he just text me?” My gaze moves up to him as he steps further into the apartment and into the kitchen.

“You know how he gets when he’s tattooing people. He thinks he needs to stay in the moment, even when his mind is on you,” he says, reaching the fridge. He opens it, taking a bottle of water.

“Cute outfit by the way.” Declan looks over with a smirk. His gaze trailing over the white laced two-piece lingerie set.

I glance away from him, heat rushing to my face. My arms wrap around my front, covering as much as I can.

“I said it was cute. No need to be embarrassed.” He chuckles. “So which one of the girls roped you into it?”

All of them.

In fact, he should be at his dorm because someone is waiting for him. We all said we’d do this: Ophelia, Xylina, even Cece. It was our mission. Operation: brave, bold, and ballsy.

“I just wanted to… surprise Cass.”

“Surprise him or kill him?” Declan smirks, taking a sip of his water as he glances down at the phone in his hand. He nearly chokes, coughing for relief. “Fucking hell.”

“You okay?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer. He’s too busy pressing the phone to his ear.

“Your date? What the fuck you mean your date?” Declan nearly shouts. “You’re not fucking wearing that for him, Ophie.”

His jaw tightens, bottle crackling in his grasp. “I swear to god, if I find you in my dorm—”

“Ophie… fuck.” Declan groans, turning on his heels before heading for the door. “Alright shut up already.”

“Make you?” A dark chuckle leaves his lips. “Oh, I’ll make you with my—”

The door closes behind him, making it impossible to hear his next words. But I bite my lip anyway, holding back a chuckle, knowing who’s on the other end of that phone call.

Hopefully, Ophelia will get what she wants, and he will stop being so stubborn.

I sigh, moving over to the couch and grabbing my sweater. Maybe this is a sign—a reminder not to wear these, especially when other people have keys. But the thought of Cassius seeing me dressed like this brings a smile to my lips. He would love it… because he loves me and finds me beautiful… even if I feel a little ridiculous wearing it.

He won’t be home though, not yet at least.

So I head to my old room—which we converted into my office space.

Maybe I can write a scene or something where Aria, my mafia princess character, does the same…

* * *

“Moonlight?” Cassius’s voice echoes through the apartment. His footsteps quicken down the hall until it reaches our bedroom, where I stand. He peeks inside, his gaze falling onto me. Our eyes meet for a split second before I glance down, heat rushing to my cheeks as my fingers tug on the hem of his sweater I claimed as my own.

“What’s going on, moonlight?” he asks softly, stepping toward me.

“I… I wore something for you,” I struggle.

“Are you sure this,” he tugs at the sleeves, “is for me?”

I shake my head. “It’s… under.”

I peek up as his tongue trails over his lips. His eyes sparkling with possibilities. He smiles, taking my hand in his, warmth spreading throughout my body. He leads me to the bed, sits down, and positions me to stand right between his legs. “Show me then.”

I bite down on my bottom lip—unsure. I’m still uncomfortable showing him my body. Growing confidence in my own skin is tough, but Cassius always says I’m gorgeous in every way imaginable.

I fidget with the hem of the sweater. His hot gaze burns every inch of my skin as it rolls over my body, sparking that little speck of confidence underneath all the self-conscious thoughts. I take a deep breath and swallow hard, lifting the sweater up slowly.

He inhales a sharp breath and leans back onto his elbows. “Fuck, don’t tease me, Moonlight.”

I watch him as his eyes follow the sweater as it inches higher and higher until I’m pulling it over my head and tossing it to the side. Those sunlight eyes shifted, darkening ever so slightly, full of hunger—desire.

“Come here,” he says, but his hand reaches for my waist, pulling me closer. Soft lips press a gentle kiss onto my stomach. He looks up at me, a silent plea—his way of asking for consent. He always wants it, needs me to tell him every single time.

A simple nod seems to be enough this time. His arm comes around me and in one swift movement, my back hits the mattress. He hovers over me, dipping his face and pressing his lips to mine.

“As much as I want to rip this outfit off of you, I think I’m going to take my time.” His fingers trail down my thigh and behind my knee, lifting my leg over his hip. “An apology for making you wait all this time for me.”

“Cassius.”

“Yes, Moonlight?”

I swallow hard, unable to bring forth the words lodged in my throat. But he smiles anyway, as if he can see what lies beneath my gaze.

“We’ll get there, but you come first.” He presses his lips to mine before trailing butterfly kisses all the way down until he reached between my legs. His finger tug at the lace, snapping them off like nothing.

“And we’ll get you another pair of these.” His warm breath brushes against my inner thigh. “I promise.”

* * *

Cassius

Nothing ever compares to the sight of Melody. Her legs shake with nerves as they always do, just not as much. She’s getting used to this, used to me—us. Her moonlight eyes stare back at me as I lift her legs over my shoulder. She’s soaked, still in the haze of her second orgasm. But we aren’t done yet.

“You ready for me, Moonlight?” My hand inches to the base of my aching cock as I rub the tip over her sensitive clit.

“Stop teasing me.” She rocks her hips as my cock slides down to her entrance. Fucking hell, she’s so warm, so sweet already. My hips move on their own, ready to give my girl exactly what she wants.

“Wait!” She pushes up as much as she can on her elbows.

And I keep still. Not moving an inch. No matter how much I’m aching to feel, Melody wrapped around me.

“I want to try something.”

“Okay.” I take a step back, giving her space to sit up all the way.

“Lay down,” she commands. It’s soft, more of a question really—at least with her tone of voice, it is.

Still, she’s getting a little more confident. And that only fills my chest with warmth.

I do as she says and climb onto the bed beside her, laying on my back. She swings her leg over my waist, leaning forward to brace her hands against my chest.

She slides her wetness over me, rubbing herself against the length of my cock. My head falls back, eyes shut. “Fuck Melody. Now who’s teasing?”

My hands grip her waist, letting her keep control of her own movements.

“I’m… going to need your help.”

Opening my eyes, I meet her gaze. Insecurities swirl as she looks down at where our bodies are touching.

She can’t reach.

Right.

Sometimes I forget—she has short arms. And they limit her from being independent at times… dimming her confidence.

“Lift up a bit,” I say.

She sits up, popping herself on her knees, and giving enough space for me to grip my cock—still aching and hard as hell. My other hand grips her waist. “Now, slide that pretty pussy onto my cock, Moonlight.”

Torturously, Melody inches her way down. My fingers dig into her waist—jaw tight—restraining myself from taking control and slamming her down onto my cock. I don’t want to force her or make her feel like she can’t change her mind. Us together—us having sex, it’s not about just satisfaction. It’s about her, feeling comfortable, confident, and free enough to go for what she wants.

And I thank whoever the hell is out there that Melody chooses me every day.

“I’m not hurting you am I?” she asks.

“No, baby.” I smile, letting my gaze roam down her beautiful body. My hand trails up her skin, over her breasts. “Keep going until you’re seated all the way at the base.”

Melody takes her time, her eyes drifting off to the side but my hand reaches for the back of her neck until her forehead is against mine—her hands propped onto my chest. “Moonlight, if you ever change your mind and you want to stop—”

“I don’t. I just… it’s… I messed up the mood for us.”

“You haven’t,” I tell her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Baby, I’m literally inside you. You can feel just how hard I am for you. But if the mood is all wrong for you, will you let me make it better?”

Melody nods. I press a kiss to her nose and wrap my arms around her waist, flipping us over. Her head rests against the pillow—cheeks flushed a shade of pink. My finger slowly dips between her folds, soaked with just one touch. She sucks in a breath, eyes on me.

My heart pounds in my chest. I can never get over this sight—Melody naked, cheeks flushed with her legs parted just for me.

“I love you.” I lean down, pressing my lips to her. My hand moves, giving my cock the room it needs. I slide between her wet folds, my groan mixing with her moan.

Such a beautiful sound. My fingers grip her thigh as she eagerly wraps her leg around my waist, pulling me closer—deeper.

“I’m not going to last long if you keep this up, Moonlight.”

“We have forever don’t we?” she asks. “Even if you finish, it won’t be the last time.”

I shake my head, thrusting my hips into her. “You have me forever, Moonlight.”