Blood Stained Collar BOOK 2 of The Collar Series #Wattys2017 ( BDSM )

CHAPTER 32

When Melanie opened, her eyes the room was shrouded in moonlight. She must've fallen asleep with the curtains open. This was not like her, as the apartments across the courtyard could see into her room. It was then she heard the gentle snoring coming from behind her. She froze. The panic welled up inside her making it difficult to breathe. She couldn't decide if she should slide out of the bed quietly or turn around to see who it was or just scream. Before she could move a heavy arm draped across her waist and pulled her closer. She bit down on her bottom lip when she felt a naked body against hers. 'Oh shit! I'm naked. What the hell...' She tried to move away.

A sleepy voice halted her thoughts and movement. "Mel, you awake?

Melanie turned around to face the sleeping voice.

Reece opened first one eye then the other when he saw her looking at him. "Hey sexy."

His slow sleepy smile made him look so young and childlike. Melanie couldn't help but smile back. "I need the bathroom." Was all she could think to say at the time. As she climbed out of bed she dragged the sheet with her, uncovering Reece completely. "Sorry." She headed to the bathroom, but not before taking in his naked body, very visible in the moonlight. She scolded herself for looking. After using the toilet she splashed her face with cold water and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She cursed loudly when she saw the two bruises, one on her breast and one just above her mound. "Shit!"

"Babe are you alright?" Reece jumped out of bed the moment he heard her shout and was standing at the bathroom door when she came out.

"You bit me." She pointed to the bruise on her breast, but didn't point to the one on her mound.

"Hey, you bit me a few times too." He pointed to the bruise on his neck, the two on his tummy and the one on his bum cheek."

Melanie could not get her head around this. Her memories of them having sex were foggy, kind of jumbled up in her head with passionate moments she'd shared with Cirrus. Had her mind played tricks on her? In the heat of passion did she imagine she was with Cirrus? She stared at Reece, taking in his naked body. She had to admit he was quite a stud.

"Hey." Reece clicked his fingers in front of her face. "Where have you gone?"

"Sorry. Did you say something?"

"You never heard a word I said. It was like you were staring right through me. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine thanks. To be honest I'm trying to remember what happened last night."

Reece's jaw dropped open. "Geezzz, Mel. You were quite the wild cat, honey. I felt like I had run a marathon afterwards. You're one hot, sexy lady. You sure have some moves in the bedroom."

Melanie blushed. All she knew about sex was what she learned from Cirrus, being a virgin when they first made love. It was then that she noticed they were still naked and facing each other, just an arm's distance apart. 'Damn, he's got a hot body.' A virgin when she met Cirrus, he was the only naked man she had seen in such a sexual way.

Reece noticed her eyes roaming over his body. "Like what you see?" He saw her blush. "Although you look beautiful and naïve when you blush; after your fiery passion earlier, then you weren't embarrassed to examine every part of me."

Melanie's reflex action was to slap him but he caught her wrist just before her hand contacted his cheek. "I'm not some sort of nymphomaniac!"

"Hey, I never said you were and I never even thought it either. You took control and it felt good babe. It was a new experience for me and I loved that domineering side of you."

Melanie was lost for words. In all her days with Cirrus she never even toyed with the idea of taking control. Surely, she hadn't inherited a dominant streak from her father, that had somehow been lying dormant. But why now, why would it surface now?