Page 66 of Victorious Vice

RAVEN

He’s inside me.

I’m so full, so complete.

Still so sensitive from my climax.

“You like that?” he says, his teeth clenched. “You like how I feel inside you, baby?”

“Please,” I whimper. “Don’t stop.”

His response is a guttural growl, his body moving in rhythm with mine. His muscles are taut, powerful, and each movement sends a pulsing wave of pleasure through me. He’s relentless, his desire matching mine. He pushes deeper. I gasp, clutching onto him as I take in the overwhelming sensation.

“Take it, Raven,” he grits out. “Take me. Take all of me.”

I’m only too happy to take all of him.

I wish he’d never stop.

I wish I could capture this moment in time. This moment where there’s only Vinnie.

Only me.

Only us.

“I need you,” I whisper into his ear, my voice shaking.

“And I you,” he growls back.

He quickens his pace and there’s no more room for words, our gasps and moans the only language we share.

Each thrust pushes me closer and closer to the edge, a crescendo of pleasure building up within me. It’s intoxicating, overpowering. It’s almost too much to bear.

Above me, Vinnie is a vision of raw masculinity. His chest rises and falls with each labored breath. His face is a mask of concentration, of pure, unadulterated lust.

“Don’t stop….” I beg again.

Then lightning.

Thunder.

The all-consuming wave hits me out of nowhere and surges through my body like an electric current, stealing my breath away.

Vinnie throws his head back and roars.

I feel every pulse of his release. Every. Single. One.

We lie there, bodies intertwined, our breath mingling in the quiet space between our parted lips. The pulsing rhythm of our hearts begins to slow, returning to a calm beat that echoes through the silence.

“Raven,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “You’re incredible.”

I look into his eyes and see a universe of emotions swirling within them—desire, satisfaction, gratitude.

Love.

And…regret.

“I feel the same about you,” I whisper, snuggling closer to him.

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