Page 165 of Vito


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I finger-fuck her hard and fast, loving the sound of her wet pussy and her moans as I push her to ruin. As she gets closer to the release that will slice through her, I remove my hand from her throat and undo my belt and jeans, freeing my iron-hard cock.

"Oh god, Vito," she moans, looking pained. I know she's close.

I grip her thighs and bring her legs around my waist, then slam into her right to the hilt. Her pussy walls fight the invasion, partly because she's tight and needs to adjust to my size, and partly because she's on the precipice of orgasm. The grinding of my pubic bone on her clit is the catalyst, and she clamps tight around me like an anaconda. I slam my mouth on hers to capture her crying out my name and drink her in as heaven surrounds me.

As she comes down from the high, she tightens her legs around my waist and cups my face. Being inside her feels unlike anything I've ever felt with any other. It feels like perfection, like pure rapture. It feels like…

"Heaven," I whisper against her lips. "You're my heaven, Eden."

Her eyes lock on mine. "You're my everything, Vito."

Criminals, men with dark intentions, criminal organizations… Nothing would keep me away from her ever again. My heart soars—she's mine, and I'm able to tell the whole fucking world.

"You're my everything." Her head lolls back as I hit the spot deep within her that she loves. "But you're still a fucking cunt."

I grin. "I love you, too, baby."

Then I ravage her like the unhinged predator I am.