Page 49 of Volatile Vice

I gulp audibly. “I’m not stopping you.”

“There’s no stopping me now, Raven.” He lowers his head. “No fucking stopping me.”

He slides his tongue over me, and my breath hitches. I close my eyes and grasp two fistfuls of the silk comforter.

I feel every touch of his tongue, of his lips, of his teeth on my most private parts. He’s not gentle. He bites at me, nips at me, slides up to my clit and sucks hard.

I don’t want gentle. I want what he needs. And he needs this.

I try not to think of the fact that he’s going to let me go after this. Perhaps he’ll realize he can’t live without me.

But I know in my heart that won’t happen. He thinks he needs to let me go to keep me safe, and that is at the forefront of his mind.

But safety isn’t what I want.

I want Vinnie.

IneedVinnie.

“I want you to come for me,” he says against my sensitive flesh. “Come for me, Raven.” Then he slides his tongue over my clit, closes his lips around it, and sucks.

And I shatter.

Pieces of me float all over this bedroom as every cell in my body vibrates, culminates in my pussy, and then moves outward, like a rock thrown in the ocean, circling outward, outward, outward…

His fingers are inside of me, touching my G-spot, circling as my walls pulse around them.

The climax becomes me. I become it.

We are one and the same.

From high above I hear Vinnie’s voice.

“God, Raven,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking hot. God, I love you.”

I plummet back into my body, and he meets my gaze from between my legs. “Ready to go again?”

“Like I said,” I reply, my voice raspy with need, my breath coming in rapid pants, “I can take everything you want to dish out.”

His smile is almost wicked as he moves back to my body, his lips hot against my skin. His fingers trail a lingering path, teasing my sensitive flesh until I’m practically writhing beneath him.

“I know you can, Raven,” he murmurs. “But can you take it again? And again?” He moves his fingers expertly inside me once more, toying with that spot that makes me see stars.

I gasp at the sudden pleasure, my nails digging into his shoulders as I murmur a breathless “Yes.”

He moves upward and his lips meet mine in a hot, desperate kiss that tastes of sweat and desire and all things Vinnie. He nips at my lower lip and slides his tongue against mine in a rhythm that mirrors his fingers in my pussy.

He pulls away just slightly, enough to whisper heatedly in my ear. “Good, because I won’t stop until you’re begging for it.”

His voice is like velvet, sensual and demanding. Every word he breathes against my skin sends another wave of heat shooting through me. He’s relentless, exploring every inch of my body, his mouth leaving a trail of scorching kisses in its wake.

“You’re mine,” he growls against my skin, a possessive command that only serves to further fuel the fire raging within me. “Only mine, Raven.”

I nod frantically, too lost in the moment to form words. His dark eyes lock onto mine, a predatory gleam in their depths that makes my heart pound even harder.

He slides back down and tongues my pussy again.

And again.

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