Black Hearts (Sins Duet #1)

I make a sound that’s half yes, half begging.

He continues to move his lips and tongue down the length of my body, caressing my collarbone, my breasts, sucking hard at my nipples until I’m dizzy and nearly mad with sensation. The fact that my legs are tied and spread, my hands above my head, just adds to it, like pouring gasoline on a fire.

And I have no choice but to succumb to the flames.

My stomach shivers under his tongue, and my hips jerk under the tickle of his stubble, the sweep of his soft lips.

Finally his head settles between my legs, already parted wide for him, thirsty with anticipation. Naturally, he takes his time. He parts me open, slowly letting the rough pad of his fingertip brush over my sensitive flesh.

I’m already gasping, unable to keep quiet, to contain myself.

Then his tongue snakes out, sliding along my clit and setting off more fireworks that flame the fire inside me. My breath shakes, unstable, my fingers clawing at each other, trying to grasp the sheets. My hips lift up, wanting more of him.

He obliges, putting his mouth and lips into it. He’s watching me. Those tiger eyes are watching my every movement as he gives me more and more pleasure, his teeth grazing over my clit, his tongue plunging deep inside. His head between my legs is the world’s most beautiful sight, and I know I’m looking dumbfounded and crazed as I stare back at him.

The air between us crackles, lightning in a summer storm.

This is dangerous.

The thought sweeps through my head before I can hang on to it.

Maybe I need dangerous.

I can’t hold his gaze any longer. I throw my head back and the world becomes hotter, tighter, as if my universe were built of a million burning stars. It grows and grows and grows, this impossible force inside me that gathers every single nerve and piece of my body until it’s wound over and over again.

The slide of his tongue pulls the trigger.

“Fuck,” I cry out, and he murmurs into me, his groans vibrating deep inside and kicking me over the edge. I’m going over, falling from the bridge, whistling through the wind, and my body quakes endlessly, until I’m quivering, boneless, and lost to him.

I can barely catch my breath, my chest heaving and covered in sweat. He gets off the bed, grabbing a condom from the drawer beside us.

Then he’s back on the bed and he’s grabbing my thighs, positioning himself. He pushes inside, still hard through all of that. I’m so wet and spent that he slides in easily, though still as huge and thick as he was earlier.

He shoves himself into me with pressing urgency that borders on profane.

I’m one hundred percent in his hands. I have no control.

I’m at his mercy.

Vicente grinds into me, his hips circling as he pistons himself in and out. He is merciless, grunting hard with each thrust, this rough, animalistic noise that gets louder and louder the closer he gets to coming. It’s such a gorgeous, raw noise that causes the heat to build in my core, coaxing the last bit of flames I have left.

Faster, harder, deeper. His pace is relentless. It slams me hard into the bed, the rope around my ankles digging sharply into my skin with each thrust.

Pain never felt so good.

So, so good.

And obviously good for him too. I can see him starting to lose control, dipping over the edge. His eyes burn into mine, and then he’s in deep, so deep that he’s shaking and muttering my name in low, guttural tones.

Before he totally loses it, he sticks his fingers in his mouth and then places them at my clit, rubbing, swirling, faster, faster.

It sets me off in a hot second, and once again I’m floating, flying, but this time I’m with him, and we’re riding it together, our bodies joined inside and out. For this moment, we are one, falling together.

Vicente collapses against me, his hard body sweaty and sliding against mine. His breath is rough and steady in my ear, and his lips brush my neck briefly. I want to hold on to him, to feel his skin as it calms, but I can’t move. I think my arms are asleep.

Once he catches his breath, he places a soft kiss on my forehead, then pulls out. He takes the condom off, disposing of it in the trash before he comes back and starts to undo the tie around my wrists.

He moves to my ankles, slowly unwrapping them.

He makes a tsk sound and I look up, shaking out my arms and trying to get the feeling back into them.

He gently runs his fingers over the welts the ropes made on my ankles, then kisses the red marks. It only stings a bit.

“Sorry,” he says softly, placing my feet back down.

“Worth it,” I tell him. And I mean it.

He smiles at me and holds out his hands to pull me up.

“Now, how about we get some fucking food?”

I laugh, letting him pull me to my feet. Holy shit. My entire body feels brand new.

“I have to admit, I’m not sure I feel like going to a restaurant after all this,” I tell him.

“Room service?”

“Yes, please.”

“Only if we can eat naked though. And maybe if I can eat dessert right off of you.”

My god. This man doesn’t stop.

I don’t think I’d want it any other way.



I watch as Vicente drives off, the lights of the Mustang disappearing into the fog. The chilled air rushes against me as it passes, but my shivers aren’t from the cold. They’re from the impossibility of everything that just happened.

I look up at the house and see the light on in the living room but no shadows, no movement. I immediately start walking down the street, smiling into the night. I need time to process everything that happened. I can’t be alone in my room, trying to contain myself. I can’t talk to Mom and Dad. I just need to be free.