Page 172 of Manacled Hearts

“I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“When has my craving for you ever needed your touch, darling Finnigan?”

Her words hit with a shattering lightning, the current spreading goosebumps through my nerves, urging my foot to press harder on the gas. We’re past the gates, and our two story beach villa, lit by beautiful, upturned lights, comes into view. From this distance, against the star-splattered sky and dark sea, it looks like a lighthouse, guiding us home.

Screeching to a halt in front of the detached garage to the right, that’s exactly what I want to do—find home. Right inside the pretty pussy of the woman who has flipped my life the right way up, and turned me into a love-sick bastard who can’t get enough of her.

With a tight grip on my hand, we rush through the front door and flip the moody lights on. Apparently the ceiling lights are a big no-no, and eventually I had to agree she was right. Funky lamps and picture lights are dotted all around, their glow bouncing off mismatched gold frames and rich-colored paneled walls, giving a deeply cozy quality to our decadent house. We aimed for comfort, and Evelyn added, as she calls it, a Gothic cottage-core vibe to it.

“You know what I’ve been wanting to do all evening, Evie darling? As you’ve been sipping that drink at snail speed just to get me all hot and fucking bothered?” I ask as I back her against a wall, caging her in.

She curls her lips inward, swallowing her amusement.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She shakes her head, but I grip her cheeks in my hand, forcing her lips to part as I hold her to me.

“Your pretty makeup running down your face as you choke on my cock.”

She gasps, the hitch in her chest pressing her peaked nipples against my shirt, and I shift up just enough to graze them, teasing her.

I swipe my tongue over the dark crimson lipstick, getting a hint of cherries. “Tastes delicious, but I can’t wait to see it smeared all over my fucking cock.”

“Oh god…” she says in a breathy voice.

Releasing her face, I take a step back, then grip her T-shirt and pull it out from under the hem of the skirt.

“I have to take the harness down,” she says pointing to the thick leather straps.

“No.” I push her hands away as she rushes to unfasten it.

Ever so fucking slowly, I lift the hem until it passes the horizontal strap rounding her ribs, revealing the soft skin from the underside of her breasts. They’re trapped between the leather framing them inside two triangle shapes, meeting over her sternum on a brass metal ring, and disappearing over shoulders. I pull at the side of the T-shirt, guiding her arm through the sleeve, then do the same with the other side at an excruciating pace, grazing the fabric over her hard nipples, relishing in her swallowed cry. Finally, I free her breasts, tugging the T-shirt from under the shoulder straps and over her head, then step back to admire her.

“My goddess…” I whisper.

She blushes a deep berry red that matches her lips so perfectly, her back straightening a fraction.

“Now, Evie darling. On. Your. Knees.” She drops before me in an instant, her hands making quick work of the belt, then the buttons of my trousers, freeing my aching cock.

I’m on the larger side, but in her delicate hands it looks damn right huge. It looks even fucking better as she takes me right to the back of her throat in one swift motion.

“Jesus Christ!” I groan, fisting the bottom of my shirt like it can help me hold my balance through the whirlwind of sensations.

She ignores me completely, pulling back to reveal the crimson marks her lipstick left over the veined ridges of my cock, but she takes me deep once more before I can fully admire.

I pull my shirt over my head while I still have enough conscious brain cells to manage the movement, and look down at the pretty sight before me. Swallows me down and I push forward, smirking when she chokes on the tip, spit falling off her lips and over her tits. Finally, tears brim her eyes, starting to mess with her makeup. She hums deep in her throat and the vibrations make my eyes roll back.

“Ready?” I ask.

She looks into my eyes, giving me a slight nod of approval, and I thread my fingers through her plum-colored hair, like we’ve been practicing for months. With a grin pulling at my lips, I tighten my hold on her as she steadies herself on my thighs, and I pump my cock into her plush mouth.

Tears bring the dark makeup down her cheeks as I fuck between her soft lips, and the sight is enough to make me come right now. Tightening my fist, I dig my nails in my palm at the ecstasy that threatens to bring me to my knees, calling on some pain to keep me from spilling all my pleasure too soon. But God, it feels glorious inside her mouth, with black tears streaming down her face, and red lipstick smudged all over my cock.

“Fuck!” I roar, releasing her in an instant and pulling out of her mouth.

It’s too much, too good, but not as good as sinking between her thighs, and it’s there where I want to come. I help her up, capturing her lips with mine, our tongues tangling as l walk her backward until her thighs hit the back of the couch.

“You”—I tease a nipple between my thumb and forefinger—“are…”—I nip at her lip, soothing it after with my tongue—“divine.”

I fall on one knee, kissing a trail down her bare torso, covered only with that sinful leather harness, and push the skirt over her hips. These fishnet tights are my fucking weakness. Every time she wears them I go feral. She could be dressed like a damn librarian, but if she had these tights underneath, I would still see her as the dirtiest little vixen.

---