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RAVEN

V innie slides his fingers through my pussy folds, and I shudder. Is this really happening? Is he truly going to make love to my hairless body?

I want it.

I want all of it.

I want his head between my legs, his tongue inside me. I want his hands all over me, his lips all over me. I want that big hard cock inside me. Inside my mouth and inside my pussy.

He moves then, gets rid of the rest of his clothes in what seems like a flash, and I can’t help a gasping gulp.

His masculine beauty is perfection. And that cock?

Massive is an understatement.

He says he’s done with gentle?

Bring it on, Vinnie.

He steps closer, his silhouette large and looming over me. His eyes sear into mine, full of lust, raw passion, and a promise of pleasure. I squirm under his gaze, waiting for his touch again.

“Raven.”

My name rolling off his tongue in that husky voice makes my knees weak.

I watch as he kneels down before me, his hands resting on my thighs. The pads of his fingers are rough as he trails up my skin, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake.

With a swift move, Vinnie lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, parting me wide open for him. His hot breath fans over my pussy before he darts out his tongue to taste me. I shiver as I grip the sheets beneath me.

His mouth is magic. I’m lost in the way he laps at me, his movements anything but tender. I arch my back as the strong and heady pleasure hits me wave after wave.

He delves deeper, his fingers joining his mouth in their exploration. He strokes my inner walls and I gasp, the coil within me tightening further with each of his deft moves.

“Vinnie,” I moan, the word a plea in the silence.

He raises his head, his gaze intense and full of promise. “You’re mine,” he says again with conviction.

The authority in his voice makes me shudder. Do I respond? No. He doesn’t wait for a response. Instead he seals his lips over my clit and I cry out. His touch is all-consuming. His hands on my body are like fire against my skin while his mouth does wicked things to me that have my head spinning, my heart pounding.

His fingers are relentless, twisting and turning, amplifying the sensation while he sucks at my clit, licks it, releases, and then sucks hard on it once more. I clutch at the sheets, my knuckles white with the strain as I approach the edge.

“I’m close,” I gasp out between heavy breaths.

Vinnie quickens his pace in response, his movements becoming more demanding.

“Let go,” he commands, his voice husky and filled with longing. “Give it to me, Raven.”

The spiral inside me snaps then, and I jolt with the force of my orgasm. Pleasure rips through me in waves, leaving me gasping and writhing beneath him. His name tumbles from my lips in both shouts and whispers as he continues his assault on me.

The pleasure continues to pulse through me again and again. Vinnie doesn’t stop until I’m a trembling, sated mess beneath him.

As my orgasm recedes and I’m left breathless, he rises from between my legs, his eyes dark with desire, his lips glistening with my come. His gaze never leaves mine as he crawls up the length of my body, each muscle in his sculpted torso flexing with the effort.

He quickly unwraps a condom, sheaths himself, and positions his huge cock at my entrance, his hard length teasing me. I arch into him, aching with need. He captures my lips in a burning kiss even as he pushes inside me. He’s so big, and I gasp at the intrusion, but then I open for him as he slides balls deep, filling me, easing the emptiness I’ve carried for so long.

“Raven,” he groans. He locks his arms around me, cradling me close as he begins to move, slow at first, but then quickly, harshly.

Perfectly.

Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure crashing over me.

He pulls back slightly, aligning his hips with mine, allowing him deeper access. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer and trying to fuse our bodies into one.

His movements become even faster, harder, matching the frantic beating of my heart. His muscles—shoulders, neck, upper arms—flex beautifully under the strain. He leans toward my neck, nipping and sucking on my skin.

With each thrust, he nudges my clit, and I’m on my way once more.

“Please…” I gasp out.

His thrusts become more erratic, losing their rhythm as he chases his own release.

“Yes…” he grunts. “Raven…you feel so good.”

His words are like a match igniting gasoline. A wave of pleasure washes over me like a tsunami as I clench around him in another climax, pulling him deeper into me.

He follows me over the edge seconds later, my name ripping from his lips as he collapses on top of me, his body heavy and slick with sweat. We lie there, a tangled mess of limbs, gasping for breath as our mutual climaxes wind down.

The musky scent of sex—of us—fills the room. Vinnie trails lazy kisses along my sweaty neck, his soft puffs of breath fanning over my skin.

“Wow,” he murmurs against my flesh.

“Vinnie,” I whisper, turning slightly to press more fully into his solid warmth. I trace the contours of his muscled back and revel in the feel of him sprawled on top of me.

His answering hum is pure satisfaction. He pulls out slowly, drawing a low gasp from me at the sudden emptiness. He quickly discards the condom and returns, tugging me close again and wrapping his strong arms around me like a vise.

We lie in silence, our bodies intertwined. Vinnie traces idle patterns on my bare skin. I can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath my chest.

“Are you okay?” Vinnie asks.

“I’m more than okay,” I assure him, pressing a tender kiss to his neck.

His body relaxes beneath me at my words, a sigh escaping his lips as he pulls me closer.

We lie there for what feels like hours, our bodies tangled together, our hearts beating in sync. I wrap my arms tighter around his waist, burying my face in the crook of his neck. His skin is warm and slightly salty from sweat, reminding me that what just transpired between us was real.

He slides his hand over my scalp, and for once, I don’t think about my lack of hair. I simply hum in contentment and continue to press soft kisses to his collarbone.

“I’ve never known peace like this, Raven,” he whispers into the silence. His confession sparks a warmth in my chest that spreads through me like wildfire.

“I know what you mean,” I whisper back, looking up to meet his gaze.

Emotions swim in the depths of his eyes, a beautiful blend of love and fear, relief and uncertainty. It all mirrors my own feelings.

He traces my bottom lip. I part my lips slightly and brush my tongue against the pad of his thumb.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he says, an edge of desperation coating his voice.

“Then don’t stop.” I whisper back.

With a low growl, he rolls us over until I’m straddling him, looking down into his dark eyes. He hands me a foil packet and I slide the condom over him.

He moves his hands to my hips, guiding me as I rise and fall on his length at a slow but steady rhythm. His gaze never leaves mine as I move on him, slowly this time, each gasp and sigh echoing in the quiet room. He reaches out to cup my cheek, and I turn into his palm and lightly kiss it.

He said he doesn’t do gentle, but this is gentle. The calm after the storm.

The heat of his gaze, the sensation of his body beneath mine, the rhythm of our mingled breaths in the silent room—all of it combines to a singular overwhelming sense of ecstasy that leaves me teetering on the brink once again, just a heartbeat away from tumbling over.

“And again,” Vinnie groans, his voice strained with effort and steeped in raw emotion.

“Again,” I echo, my voice a breathy whisper.

Vinnie grasps my hips tighter, and he moves me up and down on him forcefully. Soon I’m nearing the peak again. Our movements become disjointed and erratic, bodies straining for that explosive release once more. Our gasps and moans fill the room as we chase after it together.

Finally, we crest over the edge in unison. My climax, fierce and beautiful, rips through me, leaving me panting. Vinnie buries himself deep within me one last time before stilling, his body racked with tremors.

Heaving for breath, we collapse against each other, bodies slick with sweat. The intensity of the moment fades into a quiet satisfaction, a blissful peace that seeps into my very bones.

As I lie on top of him, my head resting on his chest rising and falling with his labored breaths, I feel something otherworldly.

I’m not in love.

I couldn’t be.

I hardly know this man. He hardly knows me. But it’s something. Something that could grow.

His hand is soft on my skin, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my scalp.

“Vinnie,” I begin, but the words catch in my throat, refusing to form. The silence stretches between us.

He tilts my chin up, his dark eyes boring into mine. The moonlight dances in their depths, revealing a vulnerability I didn’t see before. A softness that tugs at something deep within me.

“What is it?” he asks, his voice a low murmur.

I hesitate for a moment, searching his gaze. Can I tell him what I’m feeling? Can I put into words this strange connection that seems to bind us together?

“I feel …something,” I admit, my voice barely audible.

He meets my gaze but says nothing.

And I’m okay with that.

He doesn’t need to say anything.

What we just did said it all.