20. Vincent
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VINCENT
I can't breathe.
My chest is tight, my heart pounding against my ribcage as I hold her close. Her body is pressed against mine, her warmth seeping into me, and I can feel every inch of her.
Her lips are soft against my skin, her hands trembling as they clutch at me, desperate for something—anything—from me. And I want to give it to her. I want to claim her in every way, make her mine in a way no one else ever could.
But I can’t.
Not like this.
Not with everything that's hanging between us.
Not when she deserves more than just a moment of weakness.
But she’s looking at me like she needs this. Like she needs me . Her eyes are full of that same fire, that same pull that’s been there since the first moment we met. And damn it, it’s hard to resist.
Her lips part slightly, her breath catching in a way that forces all the heat to my cock. It’s too much. I pull her closer, letting my lips graze her neck, just the softest touch, and I feel her shiver, her body responding to me in ways that leave me breathless.
“What do you mean, queen?” she whispers, and the question hits me like a punch in the gut. Her voice is so innocent, but there's something so raw in it that I can’t ignore. The words are loaded. And I know, I know what that innocence hides.
I pull back, forcing myself to look at her, to focus. Her eyes are wide, her cheeks flushed, her lips so damn kissable I almost lose myself again. But I don’t. I won’t.
Her brow furrows slightly, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she inches closer, her breath hot on my skin. It’s maddening.
She whispers my name, soft and sweet, but with an edge of something darker. "Vincent…"
Fuck. That’s it. It breaks me.
I can’t stop. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I do. I grab her chin, tilting her face up to meet mine, and this time, when I kiss her, it’s not gentle. It’s desperate, almost angry, as if I’m trying to consume her, to claim her in a way I know I can’t. But I can’t help myself.
Her body melts into mine, her hands gripping me tighter as I pull her closer. She’s responding to me— to me —and that realization sends a surge of something possessive straight through my veins.
"Do you know what you’re asking for?" I growl between kisses, my hands roaming, feeling every curve of her body. "You’re mine, Willow. And I’m not letting you go."
Her whimper is barely audible, but it fuels me, makes me lose myself even more. I can feel her hesitation, but I don’t give her a chance to pull away.
I spin her around so her back is pressed against my front, and pull her in even closer. My hands lock hers behind her back, and her cheeks dig into the hedges, but like the good girl she turns to look at me.
Her big wide eyes grow even bigger as I run my other hand under her sundress, over her hip and immediately yank down her bra and the top of the dress, freeing her breasts.
I graze my fingers over the sensitive skin on her breasts before pinching her nipples.
“Shit,” she whimpers into the hedge.
I lean down, whispering in her ear. “While I am fucking you, you are to only scream my name, ask for your god, or moan incoherently, understand?”
Her breath hitches, her ruby red blush travelling up her neck and around her ears. “I am going to lose my virginity, right now?”
“Yes,” I breathe heavily, pushing Damien away from my thoughts because he can’t recognize how great she is. If he wants to be blind then fuck him. I won’t let my Princess starve, just because he decides to satiate his hunger with Isabel, despite the fact that Isabel is tofu and my girl is a fucking steak. I whisper out my next words, “are you okay with that?”
Willow holds her breath, looking away from me. “Yes.”
I release her hands, crawling around her waist and inching to her core. “Look at me when you say it, Princess.”
Her eyes dart to mine, pupils swollen and lips quivering with want. “Yes, sir. I want you to fuck me.”
Holy fuck. I growl, my hand sliding my fingers between her thighs to torment her clit. She’s so fucking wet, my hand slips across her clit and she arches into my painfully hard cock. “Oh fuck,” I groan in her ear, holding her against me.
“Please,” she whimpers, pushing back more.
“I need you to come for me one time, Princess, and then you’re sweet pussy will be all mine.” I growl and her knees go weak as I focus on her clit, swollen and throbbing. Her body jerks as I make small circles, and pinch her brown nipples.
“Vincent..” she pants.
“Cum for me Princess.” I whisper deadly low in her ears.
She quivers, her moans of despair becoming louder and more convincing. She quakes, tremors still flowing through her body underneath me as her orgasm washes over her and I continue assaulting her clit.
When she is jelly in my arms, I turn her around. Almost falling to my knees at the heavily drunken look on her face, I bring my fingers to my mouth, cleaning off her sweet taste. “Delicious Princess.”
I pull her into a kiss, my tongue taking over her mouth so she can get a taste of herself as I unbutton my jeans and release myself. “You taste like fucking candy,” I whisper against her mouth. “Say it.”
“I taste like fucking candy,” she whispers, her voice slightly mocking as I hitch her leg around my hip. The head of my cock rubs against her swollen clit and dips into her entrance as I coat myself in her juices.
“You are such a tease, Princess.” I smirk, sliding the head of my cock inside her. Watching as her eyes widen at the stretch I whisper, “And you’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”
My hand slides between us, and my other tightens around her waist, leaning us into the hedges. I lazily rub across her clit, my cock sliding deeper just as I capture her swollen lips in a kiss. She moans into my mouth and I excitedly swallow it.
“Fuck.” I groan into her mouth as I drive my hips forward, filling her up only half of the way. She cries out at the unexpected pain as my cock too big to not slightly tear into her virgin walls. I pull her against my chest to comfort her, as I give her time to adjust to the invasion of my cock into her tight, little pussy.
“I got you baby,” I murmur, kissing the side of her face as she bites her lips and I press her clit even harder to distract from the pain. When her whimpers come again, I whisper in her ear. “I have to start moving, Princess.”
“Vincent,” she whines as I dip in a little deeper. Her narrowed gaze displays that drunken look again. I take that as the green light to move even deeper, but it’s such a tight fit that she hisses even as she moans, and it takes everything in me not to cum prematurely.
“You’re so tight, baby. So fucking wet.” I groan, and she nods in agreement. “So fucking mine.” I growl, pushing the rest of the way in and she claws at my back as if she is trying to crawl up my body.
“Oh my God,” she hisses.
“Scratch harder, Princess,” I encourage. “Leave a mark.”
She digs her nails in deeper, and I slide out before I drive my hips in deeper. “Does it still hurt?” I ask, my body willing me to go faster, harder.
She swallows and shakes her head. “Only a little.”
“Is it okay if I start to move faster?” She nods her head and wraps her arms around my neck. “Word Princess. Enthusiastic consent, baby.”
“Yes!” She groans, grinding against me. The smell of cherries and vanilla surround me, but I push forward, moving faster.
I bend down, locking her lips with mine—hard, fierce kisses that follow the sharp crack of my hip as I fuck her. My hand still runs circles across her clit, and her body starts to move with mine.
“Harder,” She pants, somewhat breathlessly.
And I oblige her command, pulling back my hips and driving myself inside her with full force.
Her whole body moves with the hedges, shaking against the weight of us. She starts to mewl, rocking her hips against my hand, and I know she is chasing her orgasm down. “You better ask for permission.”
“What?” She moans out, her movement slowing.
“Ask to cum, Princess.” I repeat. My finger pinches her clit as my head ducks to slide her perfect nipple into my mouth. She even tastes like cherries here too. Fuck me.
“Please Vincent,” she murmurs. “Please let me cum.”
“No,” I growl, wanting her to cum with me.
“What?” She whimpers, as I capture her lips again , swallowing her noises whole.
I bring both my hands to her hips, lifting her up just slightly so she is bouncing on my cock as I let loose and drive into her. Her moans become frenzied as I pound into her so hard, she has no option but to hold onto me for dear life.
She moans into my mouth. “Please.”
Her hands lace in my hair and tug as I continue to pound into my sweet, cherry-tasting, tight as fuck pussy. I keep my pace, unrelenting, and just moments before I fall over the edge I answer her. “Yes.”
She moans, moving along with me as she chases her release. Cumming with my name on her tongue, I follow seconds later, emptying everything I have into her. I move slowly as we cum, my breathing laborious and our skin sticky with sweat.
After a moment, she whispers against me. “That’s sex?”
I nod, “Yes.”
“Holy fuck,” She whimpers as I slowly slide myself out of her warmth. “I think I’m addicted.”