Page 188 of Eat Your Heart Out

“Oh, God no,” I answered way too quickly.

Vinny’s lips pulled into a smile, bloodstained and beautiful. I ran my thumb across his bottom lip, then brought it to my mouth, and as I sucked the blood from my skin, his eyes widened and I swear to God his fangs got sharper, longer.

“Jacqueline…”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

He wrapped his hand around my jaw, his grip bordering on painful. “Open.”

I did and his grip tightened, keeping my mouth open. Then he lowered his face to mine and drove his tongue deeply into my mouth even as he held me so firmly I couldn’t kiss him back. Each stroke of his tongue against mine, the coppery tang of his blood, reached a deep part of my belly, tightening my groin with need as heat rushed south. My clit throbbed; my pussy clenched around him.

When he pulled back, he shook his head in awe. “I wish you could feel what it’s like to be inside you.” Then he settled his elbows on either side of my shoulders and cupped my head, his body deliciously heavy on top of mine, and he rocked his hips, driving into me again with that slow, agonizing patience.

“Vinny?” I whispered.

“Hm?”

“Don’t hold back.”

“Fuck,” he growled, his eyes dark with lust and rimmed with a crimson so bright I briefly wondered if the red was reflected on my face. But then he picked up the pace, driving into me with faster, harder, deeper thrusts, and I couldn’t think of anything else but being fucked by Vinny Ricci.

The headboard hit the wall with each sharp drive of his hips.

I whimpered, my body not accustomed to this kind of beating, but he didn’t relent.

He didn’t go easy on me.

He grunted as his hips moved faster, each thrust reaching new depths. I ached with the start of an orgasm that built in my core, the base of my spine. It tingled through my veins, an almost numb awareness of something coming…

Vinny moved quickly, a hint of vampire speed apparent as he rocked back onto his heels and gripped my hips to fuck me faster. The new position made him hit a different angle inside me, his cock rubbing against my g-spot with perfect pressure.

“Oh, god, Vinny.” My spine arched; my head tilted back. My breasts pointed to the sky and my nightshirt pooled around my neck. His thumb swiped across my swollen clit and I gasped, then he jerked it back and forth quickly to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

I shook as the first wave of pleasure tore through me. My back arched further, and I wrapped my hands around my ankles, tilting my head away from him in an upside-down U. His arm tightened around my hips and he continued punishing my clit even as I tried to get away, the pleasure and pain and overwhelming sensation so fucking much I felt like I might explode.

And then I did. I broke into a million pieces around him, my body jerking as each wave of my release shot through me in violent tremors.

When I thought I couldn’t take much more, he pulled me tighter against him, spreading my legs painfully and shoving his cock as deep as it could physically go, and I cried out even as my body shook with more pleasure and he fucked me harder as he chased his own release.

“That’s it,” he grunted as his fingertips tightened on my hips to a painful degree and held me still, locked in place like the perfect puzzle piece while he filled me.

I’d be bruised tomorrow, no doubt, but when Vincenzo Ricci came apart inside of me, his cock jumping with each spurt of his release, I knew this moment would be so worth the bruises. So worth the tenderness between my thighs. So worth never being able to walk again because with the way he’d fucked me, I seriously had my doubts my legs would ever be the same.

After a long stretch of nothing but our heavy breathing to break the silence, Vinny’s grip on my hips loosened, then he ran his hands slowly up my sides to my breasts, circled them lovingly, then brought his hands back down my torso as he murmured, “You’re even better than I imagined.”

I smiled lazily, eyes still closed as I came back down to earth, still reeling from what we’d just done. Not only had we changed, our relationship forever altered from here on out, but something inside of me had changed as well.

I couldn’t hate vampires with one of them buried inside me.

He pulled out of me slowly and the loss of him was an instant ache. Could I already be quite so attached to him?

I almost laughed at the absurdity of that question. I’d been attached to Vinny for months; this just sealed the deal.

And my fate.

Because, as he stretched out beside me, turning me onto my side so he could pull me against his chest and cuddle, I realized I didn’t really care about hating vampires anymore. A year had passed with no sign of the one who’d betrayed my father. He’d either found another butcher to keep him supplied with animal blood, or he’d been dealt the final blow.

I wish I’d been the one to deliver the final death to Eli, but I could accept the possibility that someone else had been given that opportunity.

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