VINCENZO

She cried.

Moans like a drug, they messed with my senses; charging up my system; setting me on fire. She dared me to plunge in. Yes, her face was a clear depiction of aroused: her mouth open, pleading that I hit.

I found myself hesitating. Something I never did. Something I wasn't known to do. But then, those eyes of hers flashed at me. Anger and desperation reddened them. I could read her mind. I knew her thoughts: What the hell are you doing staring?

Her puckered brows were what tore my hesitance away. I arched forward and entered her. A high pitched noise erupted from her, thickening the...