Page 50 of Volatile Vice

Until I’m soaring once more, over the Texas plains, running, running, running…

I thread my fingers through his silky hair—so soft, like wheatgrass, but the color of the darkest night.

“Come, come, come…” he commands against my thighs.

When the orgasm subsides, he plunges his fingers into me again, scissoring them so that they hit every spot in perfect harmony.

And I come.

I come.

I come.

Until my body is quivering beneath him, my mind in the stars.

In front of me, as my climax surges through me, I see him. His clothes. Gone. On the floor.

Naked. Naked Vinnie. Big hard cock. Beautiful cock.

He walks toward me, moves his hands to my hips, gripping them tightly as he thrusts into me, his rhythm unyielding and raw. The room fills with the sounds of our heavy breathing, our bodies slapping against each other while he plunges in and out of me, setting every nerve on fire. The last climax morphs into another—this one more profound with the joining of our bodies.

“No one else,” I manage to choke out, my fingers digging into his back. “Only you, Vinnie.”

A feral grin blooms across his face at my declaration. His movements grow more forceful, relentless, pushing me toward another precipice I’m more than willing to tumble over.

“Say it again,” he demands breathlessly.

“Only you,” I gasp out as he guides me ever closer to another explosion I can sense is going to be earth-shattering. “Vinnie…on?—”

The climax hits me hard, washing over me like a tidal wave that sucks the air from my lungs and leaves me shaking in its wake.

Vinnie’s low growl of satisfaction echoes in my ears as he follows, his own orgasm rippling through him with a ferocity that shakes the bed beneath us. He collapses onto me, his sweat-slicked body heavy and comforting.

“Raven…” he whispers, his voice raspy from exertion. “God, I could do this forever.”

“What,” I choke out, still trying to recollect the fragmented bits of my sanity, “makes you think I’d stop you?”

His laughter is warm against my skin. It’s a sound I hear so rarely that it sends a pang through my chest. We lie there for what feels like an eternity, our breaths mingling, the only sounds our racing heartbeats.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes. “You’re right,” he says softly, barely more than a whisper. “There’s no stopping now.”

He lays his head against my chest once more, and I feel the rhythm of his breath syncing with my own. He wraps his arms around me tightly, as if he’s trying to pull me into him. Our bodies are so entwined that it’s hard to tell where I end and he begins.

He traces lazy circles across my stomach and down my hip, a mindless pattern that soothes my still-tingling skin. I let my hands wander through his dark hair, untangling the mess our passionate encounter has made of it.

“Vinnie,” I whisper. “Thank you.”

He lifts his head to look at me, a puzzled expression on his face that makes me smile despite the tears prickling in the corners of my eyes. “For what?”

I swallow hard and reach up to caress his face. His stubble pricks my fingers, adding another layer of Vinnie to my senses. “For nothing,” I reply. “And for everything.”

He pulls me into a tender kiss that feels like a balm to my soul. He understands.

“You should get some rest,” he murmurs, his warm breath tickling my bald head. “I need to get you home.”

I shake my head against his chest. I’m not ready for this moment to end. I know what awaits me—the separation, the goodbye. I want to hold onto him just a little longer.

“Raven,” he whispers after a few moments of silence. “You need to rest,” he says again. “You’re still recovering from your cancer, and after what happened at your parents’ home…”

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