Page 115 of Victorious Vice

He kisses me again, one hand cupping my breast, the other sliding beneath my waistband.

“Are you sure?” he whispers.

This must be what he felt like when his mother was in the hospital, before she died. When we fucked hard in the hospital cleaning closet.

I have no idea where we are. Who can hear us. But I don’t care.

“Yes,” I say to him. “Yes, please. Love me, Vinnie. Love me.”

He pulls me close, his mouth descending on mine again, hungrily, anxiously. His hands are all over me, slipping under my clothes, tracing the contours of my body. I’m desperate to consume him and be consumed by him in return.

The cool air hits my skin as he pulls my shirt over my head. He kisses my neck as I gasp and dig my nails into his back through the fabric of his shirt. The familiar feel of him drives away the pain, if only for a moment.

His hands are on me again, sliding over the expanse of my bare skin. Fingers gently brushing against curves and valleys. A soft moan escapes my lips as he reaches under my bra, thumbing my nipple until it hardens.

I can hardly breathe, every single touch electric and raw. I arch into him, wanting more, needing more. His breath is ragged against my skin.

Vinnie tugs at my bra until the clasp unhooks, freeing my breasts. He skims over my bare flesh, making me quiver. He lowers his mouth to my left breast and teases the nipple with his tongue. His hot breath makes me squirm beneath him.

“Vinnie!” I gasp out his name like it’s a prayer.

I need him in ways I can’t articulate. The taste of his lips on mine is like my favorite wine, intoxicating and dizzying in equal measures.

He trails down my sides to the waistband of my jeans and unbuttons them.. The world outside fades away as he lays me on the sofa, slides my jeans and underwear down my legs. I kick them off and pull Vinnie back to me. I crave him, his touch, his scent. He’s all that keeps me sane in this moment.

He slides his hands down my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he reaches between my legs. His touch is light, almost reverent, but it’s enough to make me gasp in pleasure.

“Vinnie,” I whisper again, my voice shaky with need.

“Shhh,” he murmurs against my ear. “I’ve got you.”

He slips his fingers between my folds. I buck my hips against his hand as a moan escapes my lips. He groans in return.

I reach for the buckle on his belt. His pants follow, and within another moment he’s inside me, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…

Our bodies move in perfect rhythm, his thrusts matching my gasps, creating a symphony of unsaid words and pent-up desires.

“Raven…” He breathes my name into the crook of my neck.

I dig into his back and pull him closer. His hips grind into mine again and again. Each stroke of his hard length inside me is a brand, marking me as his.

His lips find mine again—rough, passionate, needy. They taste like desperation and promise.

A moment later, he stiffens and buries himself deeper within me with a low grunt. Heat floods me as he spills into me while I cling onto him tightly, my body convulsing around him.

And for just this moment, I have everything I need.

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VINNIE

God, I love this woman.

I know in this moment that our lives will be entwined forever. No matter how hard I try to push her away for her own safety, we always return to each other.

And maybe that isn’t such a bad thing.

While I’d like to stay embedded in Raven forever, I force myself to get to my feet, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead before I do. I dress and tell her she must as well. Then I leave her in the capable hands of Slade and two others and I head to the communications room.

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