Page 47 of Dirty Little Sins

"Vincent."

Instead of answering, his head sunk further until his lips met slick flesh. His tongue lashed across my clit and I was lost on a soft groan. Hot, searing sensations shot through me, leaving me gasping for air. The barrage of images that flew through my mind didn't help. Instead of just feeling his short whiskers on his chin rubbing against tender skin, I imagined the color contrast of his black hair against my olive skin with every plunge of his tongue. The nips of his teeth sank into me as he feasted like a starved man unable to sate his hunger.

God. I was going out of my mind.

I got so lost in my crazy thoughts, my first orgasm slammed into me without the realization that it was coming.

"Oh my fucking—"

He growled and sucked harder, sending me soaring to even greater heights. By the time I came down, I could feel more tension coiling behind my clit.

"Again," he commanded, flicking incessantly against that bundle of nerves. I didn't think I could, but he had proven me wrong before and I knew he would again. This man and his commands aroused me in ways I'd never thought possible. And so fast.

My head thrashed from side to side as the unrelenting flicks of his tongue drove me straight to the edge. “I can’t, Vincent!”

“You can,” he growled.

I fought against his hold, desperate to move, to grab on for dear life—anything. But Vincent allowed none of that. I was powerless to do anything but feel. Every sensation intensified until I didn’t think it would end. I was hovering and somehow he kept me there waiting.

“Vincent!” I screamed again, the sound so loud and guttural this time I didn’t recognize my own voice.

“Yes, do it. Come. I need more.”

My body jerked as a fresh wave of pleasure slammed into me. So intense my muscles cramped as I finally lost complete and total control as he forced another devastating orgasm from me. My heart both stopped and started again, beating harder than ever again. This man owned me. There was no way I could resist his commands ever again.

With ecstasy ripping me apart, I barely noticed I’d been released until Vincent hovered over me his dick sliding inside me. Oh my God… my nerve endings were on fire. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight as I clawed at his back while he pumped ruthlessly inside me.

“God, you are so damned perfect. All tight and wet.” His words were as choppy as my breath. “I’m never giving you up. I can’t.”

Something inside me broke at his words and the emotions poured out. I couldn’t stop them. He’d made me feel so far beyond my comprehension. It was if my heart was now reaching out for him.

When his shuddering release broke over him and he planted inside me, I knew the truth. I had fallen and fallen hard.

I also knew that nothing was ever going to be the same.

Chapter Twenty

ZIA

The bed shifted under me and I groaned at the movement. Every muscle in my body ached. Who the hell needed a gym when you had someone like Vincent in your life?

Fuck. His stamina alone was enough to wipe me out.

"How are you moving right now?"

He laughed, that dark rumbly sound that shot a tingle straight down my spine. "Elite athlete, remember? Spending hours in the gym every day is all about endurance building."

Vincent placed a large charcuterie board in the middle of the bed and popped one of the strawberries into his mouth. There was an elaborate assortment of fruits, nuts, meat and cheese to choose from. My stomach growled in response.

"Did you make this?"

He snorted. "No. Room service. One of the many perks of staying at The Sinclair as I prepare for this fight."

"Couldn't you just hire people to do the same thing at home? Why stay here if you don't have to?" I grabbed a handful of cashews and began munching.

"I could, but I'm not comfortable with too many people in my private space. It puts me on edge and isn't as conducive to the focus I need when prepping for a fight."

I contemplated his answer as we both nibbled on the food.

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