Page 52 of Venice Vampyr: The Beginning

The fullness that she experienced and that made all her nerve endings tingle was different from the way her body felt when he touched her with his mouth and fingers. His cock inside her made her feel complete. She couldn’t describe it any other way. And she wanted more of it.

When Dante severed the kiss, she gave him a startled look. “Something wrong?”

He smiled the most wicked smile she’d ever seen him unleash. “No. Just keep your eyes open. I want you to see who you’re making love to.”

The insistence in his voice surprised her and made her look at him with different eyes. Had something changed between them? Suddenly, he seemed more than just the tutor he’d become. Now he was simply a man whose eyes told her that he intended to take his own pleasure without holding back—and without leaving her behind.

A shiver went through her body at the underlying promise in his regard. She couldn’t tear herself away from the sight. When she buried her hands in his hair and pulled him to her for another kiss, he started thrusting into her in a slow and steady rhythm. His tongue explored her in the same rhythm, thrusting, then withdrawing, mimicking the action of his shaft.

With every movement, her body’s temperature turned higher. Sweat built on her forehead and neck. Her heart beat frantically, faster and more erratic than it ever had before, as if it was racing toward a finish line.

Her womb clenched, and she was certain his cock reached that deep with every thrust. She undulated her hips, wanting to increase the pressure, slamming against his body as he plunged into her. A rumbling moan came from his lips as he ripped them from her mouth. “Oh God, Viola, you’re going to rob me of my control.”

But he didn’t slow or ease his movements. Rather, they increased. Their hips gyrated against each other, harder each time, making her body hum and her pearl tingle with excitement. She knew the signs of her body now. Dante had taught her well. She knew that the tension that now built in her sex, the heat that shot through her body as he filled her and stretched her, was the same sensation she had whenever he licked or touched her center of pleasure.

“Oh, yes, Dante, yes, please, more.”

And he gave her more. He rode her harder, took her with more force, stretching her further than she thought her body was capable of. With his lips, he did the same: he captured her mouth as if he was a conqueror intent on claiming a new continent for himself. His hands stroked wherever they could reach: her face, her breasts, her neck. As if he couldn’t get enough of her, just like she couldn’t let go of him.

Dante’s hair was wet from sweat, rivulets of moisture running down his neck and chest, bathing her in it, her breasts sliding against him, her sensitive hard nipples burning from the touch. Nothing had ever felt this good.

“Yeah, oh, yeah,” he cried out, then trailed open mouthed kissed along her neck. “You’re too sweet. Too much.”

She sensed his teeth graze her skin, the foreign sensation making her tremble with lust. She tilted her head, hoping he’d repeat the action, and again, his teeth grazed her skin.

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Dante nipped at the sensitive skin on Viola’s neck and felt the plump vein throb underneath. His entire body was coiled like a tight spring, screaming at him to take her blood. And the way she tilted her head to the side to give him better access made resisting even harder. But resist he must.

If he drank from her, he’d have to use his powers of persuasion to dull her senses so she wouldn’t remember—and that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted Viola to remember every single second of their lovemaking. He wanted nothing left out. For days, they’d only given each other pleasure through kissing and caressing. Now finally that he was deep inside her divine body, he couldn’t throw these sensations away to still his thirst for her blood. He needed to experience his first climax inside her, and he needed her to be right there with him, sensing when his seed spilled inside her.

Dante pushed his need for her blood back and kissed her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. His cock moved in and out of her body with long and eager strokes, driving deeper every time. Her channel was so deliciously tight, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever been against fucking virgins. She was slick and hot, and her responses were so honest and real, he knew no other woman he’d had in his bed had truly ever reacted like this. No woman had ever opened herself up to him like Viola had. Like she was doing now.

He lifted his lips from her neck and looked at her. Her eyes were dilated with passion, her skin flushed. She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever beheld. “Fly with me,” he whispered against her lips and ground his hips against her, driving his cock deeper.

Then he took her lips and poured everything he had into that kiss. Every ounce of passion, lust, and affection he’d come to feel for her. His hand slid in between their bodies and reached down to her triangle of curls, where his fingers pressed against her pearl. A moan from her lips told him he’d found the right spot.

“Yes, come with me. Now.”

He rubbed against her engorged button and drove his shaft deep into her. Her muscles gripped him like never before, clenching, then releasing. He physically felt the ripples that went through her body and let himself go. A second later, he joined her in her orgasm, shooting hot streams of seed deep into her welcoming cunt until she’d milked him of every last drop.

Without leaving her warm body, he rolled to the side, keeping her in his arms, pressed tightly to his chest. “I’ve never felt anything that perfect.” He surprised himself with his words. He’d never been one to tell a woman of his feelings.

Her breath caressed his neck, and he realized he liked the sensation very much, when usually after sex he preferred some distance. “I liked it very much.” Her words warmed his heart. And her next ones made his heart pound even faster. “Can we do this again?”

“Give me ten minutes, and we can do anything you want to.” And everything Dante wanted too. Viola underneath him, Viola on top of him, Viola in front of him. Viola, Viola. Until he was drunk on her scent and her taste.

Chapter Fifteen

Despite the wonderful night she’d had with Dante, Viola awoke with a splitting headache. Not wanting to alert him to her pain, she snuck out of bed and took one of the pills from her bag. The doctor had given them to her but said they wouldn’t help for long. Once the pain became too much, the pills would have no effect anymore.

Knowing it would take a while before the medicine dulled the pain, she went downstairs into the parlor wearing only her dressing gown. The house was quiet. Not even the servants seemed to be awake. It was a strange household, she had to admit. For starters, nobody rose before mid-afternoon, except maybe Isabella on occasion, but neither Raphael nor Dante ever left bed any earlier.

It was also strange that the two men never joined them for any meals. They always seemed to have other plans. It didn’t appear to disturb Isabella, and she’d never noticed her complaining to her husband that he didn’t have supper with her. However, Isabella was always happy to have Viola join her in the dining room. And considering the physical activity she and Dante indulged in most of the night, Viola was always famished.

What either Dante or Raphael did to make a living was unclear. But they both seemed ridiculously wealthy. Which made the fact that they shared a house very curious.

A new wave of pain interrupted her thought process and made her grip the sofa. She managed to sit before the pain brought her to her knees. She closed her eyes, thankful that even during the day the servants keep the shades drawn, allowing only minimal light into the house. While she’d found it odd at the beginning, she was grateful for it now, because light seemed to make her headaches worse.