Claimed for the De Carrillo Twins

He turned her hand in his, so he was holding it again, pulling her even closer so she could feel every inch of her body against his much harder one.

‘Oh, yes, we should, querida. It’s inevitable. The truth is that it’s been inevitable since we first kissed.’

Cruz wrapped both hands around her upper arms. Trinity’s world was reduced down to the beats of her heart and the heat prickling all over her skin. Surely his mention of that cataclysmic night should be breaking them out of this spell? But it wasn’t...

A dangerous lassitude seeped into her blood, draining her will to resist. Cruz bent his head close to hers, his breath feathering over her mouth.

‘Tell me you want this, Trinity. At least this is true between us—you can’t deny it.’

She was in a very dangerous place—feeling exposed after her confession and the tantalising suggestion that Cruz might be prepared to admit that he was wrong about her... All her defences were snapping and falling to pieces.

As if sensing her inner vacillation, Cruz touched her bare shoulder with his mouth and moved up to where her neck met her shoulder. He whispered against her skin. ‘Tell me...’

Unable to stop herself, she heard the words falling out of her mouth. ‘I want you...’

He pulled back, a fierce expression on his face. Triumph. It made her dizzy. She didn’t even have time to think of the repercussions before Cruz’s mouth was on hers and suddenly everything was slotting into place. She didn’t have to think...she only had to feel. It was heady, and too seductive to resist.

The intimacy of his tongue stroking roughly along hers made blood pool between her legs, hot and urgent. Pulsing in time with her heart.

Time slowed down as Cruz stole her very soul right out from inside her. A fire was taking root and incinerating everything in its path.

His hands landed on her waist, hauling her right into him, where she could feel the solid thrust of his arousal just above the juncture of her legs. Any warning bells were lost in the rush of blood as her own hands went to Cruz’s wide ch

est and then higher, until she was arching into him and winding her arms around his neck.

When his mouth left hers she gasped for air, light-headed, shivering as he transferred his attention to her neck, tugging at her skin gently with his teeth before soothing with his tongue.

Air touched her back as the zip of her dress was lowered. The bodice loosened around her breasts and she finally managed to open her eyes. Cruz’s short hair was dishevelled, his eyes burning, as he pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her bare breasts to his gaze. The cut of the dress hadn’t allowed for a bra.

‘So beautiful,’ he said thickly, bringing a hand up to cup the weight of one breast in his palm.

Trinity felt drunk...dazed. She looked down and saw her own pale flesh surrounded by his much darker hand. Her nipple jutted out, hard and stark, as if begging for his touch. When he brushed it with his thumb she let out a low moan and her head fell back.

Her arms were weakening around his neck and her legs were shaking. There was so much sensation on top of sensation. It was almost painful. And then suddenly the ground beneath her feet disappeared altogether and she gasped when she realised that Cruz had picked her up and was now laying her down on the nearby couch.

Her dress was gaping open and she felt disorientated yet hyper-alert. Cruz came down on his knees beside her supine body and pulled her dress all the way down to her waist, baring her completely.

She couldn’t suck in enough air, and when he lowered that dark golden head and surrounded the taut peak of her breast with sucking heat her back arched and she gasped out loud, funnelling her hands through his hair...

She ignored the part of her whispering to stop this now...she couldn’t stop. She wasn’t strong enough. She’d never felt so wanted and connected as she did right in that moment, and for Trinity that was where her darkest weakness lay. Still...

* * *

Cruz was drowning...in the sweetest, softest skin he’d ever felt or tasted in his life. The blood thundering through his veins and arteries made what he’d felt for any other woman a total mockery. It was as if he’d been existing in limbo and now he was alive again.

One hand was filled with the flesh of Trinity’s breast, the hard nipple stabbing his palm, and he tugged the sharp point of her other breast into his mouth, his tongue laving the hard flesh, making it even harder. She tasted of sweet musky female and roses, and she felt like silk.

He wasn’t even aware of her fingers clawing into his head so painfully. He was only aware of this pure decadent heaven, and the way she was arching her body at him so needily.

He finally let go of the fleshy mound of her breast and found her dress, pulling it up over her legs. He needed to feel her now, feel how ready for him she was. He wanted to taste her... His erection hardened even more at that thought.

He found her heat, palpable through the thin silk of her panties, and lifted his head, feeling animalistic at way she throbbed so hotly into his palm.

Trinity stopped moving. Her eyes opened and Cruz wanted to groan when he saw how sensually slumberous she looked, golden hair spread around her, breasts moving up and down, nipples moist from his touch. Mouth swollen from his kisses.

Giving in to his base needs, he moved down, pulling her dress up higher. Her panties were white and lacy and he pulled them off, heedless of the ripping sound, dropping them to the floor.

‘Cruz...what are you doing...?’