Page 81 of A Love Most Fatal

“What, this?” I sink two digits into her heat again and she moans. I might be ruined for any other erotic sound again, like I will be thinking about this any time I have a boner for the rest of my mortal life, and thereafter.

“More,” she says. “Please, Nate, I want?—”

I kiss her hard on the mouth, swallowing her gasps before kneeling behind her and, without preamble, I give her what we both very much want.

I can tend towards the dramatics, I recognize this. But when I say that Vanessa’s pussy wrapped around my cock is the best feeling I’ve ever experienced, well I’m being modest.

We both groan once I’m fully sunk inside her and I’m trying to be cool, but there is really nothing cool about me in this moment.

“You’re unreal,” I say, or more so wheeze. “How are you real?”

She starts wiggling her ass side to side and back and forth and I grip her hips to get her to stop, my thumbs pressing into her soft ass.

She does stop but her little whimpers tell me she’s not happy about it.

I pull out and thrust into her as an experiment, thankfully disproving the hypothesis that any movement will make me blow my load on the spot. I move a bit faster, then slower, then faster, all the while keeping her hips in place. She arches her back and we both moan at the new angle it provides.

“This is unnatural,” I say as I push further into her and then harder, making her breath hitch with every thrust.

“I’m going to come, Nate. Stop holding back,” she says, and I do. I can’t help but listen, rutting into her without grace, grunting with her moans, coursing my hands over her sides and down her back. I lose any semblance of rhythm with the building of my release, and when I finally come, it’s with heavy pumps into her while she keens beneath me and squeezes around me.

I collapse next to her, and she follows, lying down next to me with her head resting on my chest.

“I’m catching my breath, and then we have four more orgasms on the agenda,” I say. Her head lifts from my chest, eyebrows knitted together in the middle.

I push up to an elbow to meet her at eye level.

“Just tonight,” I say again. “But like, all night.”

That dimple makes an appearance on her cheek, and because it’s just tonight, I lean forward and kiss it before going to her bathroom to clean myself up.

We’ve got a full evening ahead of us.

28

NATE

The dayafter my one and only night with Vanessa, I am reasonably exhausted, but because I am in the employ of the Morelli family, there is no rest.

Vanessa got ready after probably three hours of sleep and was out of the house on family business with Mary before 9 AM. I pulled myself together enough to interview three men from different crime families and was admittedly too smug writing down clever notes about each of them to laugh about with Vanessa later.

Then we met Mary for another shooting lesson and, unfortunately, I don’t think I’m getting any better at guns. I know how I’m supposed to hold my body now; the way my legs should stand in different shooting stances, how high my arms should be, and where my eyes should be looking, but something in me always seizes when I pull the trigger. If I really focus, I can get the bullet near to where I want it on the paper, but there’s always a wince or recoil that puts me just slightly off target.

Leo is always nice about it, giving practical advice about aim and form and otherwise cheering me on. Mary is not so gentle of a teacher, but she’s got a damn good shot, so I am inclined to listen to her.

“Stop holding your breath,” she says and thumps her fist on my shoulder. “Again.”

I steady myself, shoot the large handgun again, my wrist sore from all the rounds I’ve already gone through. This shot hits worse than the last.

Mary releases a belabored sigh. “Put the gun down.”

I do as she says without question. The less I have to hold the gun, the better. It’s like a live wire in my hand.

“Look at me.”

I turn my whole body to look at Mary. She’s the smallest of the Morelli sisters, but she doesn’t hold herself like she’s aware of that. She could be ten feet tall the way her eyes blaze.

“Could you shoot a person? If worse came to worse, could you hold that up to someone and pull the trigger?”