Page 111 of Virtuous Lies

He groans, and I change direction.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

“Vinnie,” I moan.

He swallows his name, our lips fused and tongues dancing.

Thick arms snaking around my body, he pulls me in closer. I claw at his back, beautifully devastated by the tornado of feelings wreaking havoc inside my body. My stomach bubbles with euphoria; I’m warm, heat pulsing within me. I’m weightless,free,my entire being a cloud of vulnerability and peacefulness. My clit throbs with obsession, a recurrent thrum in time with my pulse.Boom. Boom. Boom.My skin tingles with anticipation, Vincent’s touch soothing me in the same way it makes me burn with longing.

He kisses me, and I want to cry with the need for it to never end. He looks into my eyes, and I beg him with my inability to blink toneverstop. I want everything he has. I need to grab all he’s offering me and bury it inside my heart for an eternity, knowing I’d live forever with the way he loves me.

A familiar tug pulls low in my body. My legs pull tighter, and Vincent’s kiss deepens. My hips move faster, and a deep groan vibrates through my chest. His or mine, I can’t be sure, but tears leak from my eyes, and my nails rip into his back, my need to be closer still making him bleed.

I come on a shout, our kiss breaking, my head thrown back on a strangled cry.

Vincent’s lips meet my throat, licking and kissing and tasting my skin.

“My sweet,” he growls, hands tightening at my hips to remind me to keep moving. “Come back to me.”

I right my head, eyes unfocused and breathing ragged.

“So pretty when you come. I love you. Now kiss me.”

I do as he asks, my lazy lips caressing his.

His thick fingers slide over my stomach, moving downward.

I whimper in protest.

He smiles. “I know you have more for me, wife.”

I shake my head as his thumb pushes against my clit. My hips stagger to a stop, and he shakes his head. “Fuck me slowly,dolcezza,while I play with your pretty clit.”

My eyes roll back, and I push my hips forward, then back. He keeps his thumb at my clit, and with every forward thrust, the pressure almost buckles me.

“Vinnie,” I whimper.

“Ti amo.I love you.”

“I love you,” I echo.

“How much?” he groans.

I keep my hips forward, rolling my clit against his thumb over and over again. The feeling a torture I can’t stop myself from needing.

“I’d die for you,” I tell him. “I’d kill for you,” I confess, drunk on lust and high on love.

“The ultimate sacrifice.”

I cry out. “For you. Only you.”

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now come again.”

My teeth sink into his shoulder, biting hard enough that the metallic taste of blood teases my tongue.

Delirious from pleasure, I don’t even feel us move until I’m on my back. Vincent above me as he powers into my body in unrelenting thrusts.

I can scarcely breathe. My lids so heavy I look up at his face with hooded eyes. My body is weighed down by pleasure, and all I can do is lay there and take the love he gives my body.