Page 65 of Fracture

“Let go, Lorelei.”

She parted her lips and released an exhale. The pressure built inside her, everything swelling between her legs, and then let go. Her body shook and pulsed, her breath stopping while the orgasm crashed over her.

He licked her neck and whispered in her ear, “Again.”

She drew a shaky breath and gave into the feel of his fingers, his cock against her side, his tongue on her neck. “Vinnie.” She cried, she tensed, she swore she blacked out, and she came hard. Hard enough that her ankle hurt, hard enough that she didn’t care.

“Fuck, that was beautiful,” he breathed.

“Please, Vinnie. I want you. Please.” She pried her eyes open to look at the man who made her feel like she was normal. Like she was okay.

He withdrew his hand from between her legs and licked his fingers, then shoved his shorts and briefs down, revealing a long and thick cock that she ached to feel inside her.

Lorelei reached for him, and he obliged, stepping closer to the bed so she could wrap her hand around him.

His dick twitched at her touch, and he groaned.

She wanted to draw him into her mouth, but she wanted him inside her more. She stroked him a few times, licking her lips and imagining his taste.

He pulled back. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.” She met his gaze, making sure he knew she understood exactly what she was agreeing to. What she wanted since she stopped hurting so badly. From the day her head cleared and the painkillers stopped being the only thing she wanted, she wanted Vinnie.

He opened the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a condom. He rolled it down his length, then positioned himself between her thighs. “Tell me if something hurts. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I will do my best not to, but tell me. Please.”

She nodded, knowing agreeing was the only way to get him to move.

And he did. He rubbed himself against her, sending shivers down her spine. He pressed into her, one inch at a time, all his muscles tense from holding back.

She hooked her good foot around his hip and pushed him forward, trying to hurry him up.

He glared at her, but he didn’t fight her. When he sank all the way into her, he stilled. “Dammit, you feel good.”

“Fuck yeah,” she agreed. Lorelei knew she wasn’t a virgin, but she didn’t remember anyone else. She didn’t know the feel of a man inside her. She didn’t know anything could feel so good.

And when he moved, she wondered if sex had ever been so good. If she forgot about it because it was never worth remembering.

Vinnie started slow, but slow didn’t last long. He slammed into her, hooking her left knee over his forearm and opening her up wide.

Lorelei cupped his jaw and stared at him. She had no idea it was possible to feel as good as she did. To have her heart full to bursting and her body tight and tingly all over. To feel like everything happening was meant to be.

To even think being attacked was okay because it brought her to Vinnie.

He shifted his position and rubbed against her clit with his next thrust, and she exploded.

Her orgasm crashed over her fast and hard, stealing her breath and tightening every inch of her body.

He pounded harder, frantic and beautiful, as he lost his mind with her. His face twisted, his lips parting before he surged into her and let go. “Fuck!”

She closed her eyes and felt him twitching deep inside her. How could he ever think she wouldn’t want him? That he didn’t have something to offer?

She’d be dead if it weren’t for Vinnie. And every day, he saved her all over again.

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