Venice Vampyr - The Beginning (20 page)

Slowly, Viola relaxed against his hand. Warring emotions filled her mind. She should push him away, not allow him such intimacy. Yet, the night before she’d allowed him much more than that. She had no strength to resist him, because just like the night before when he’d kissed her, she wanted more of what he was doing now.

And wasn’t this what she’d come to Venice for? To experience the pleasures of the flesh? The loss of her virginity the night before had been unpleasant, but what Dante was doing with his fingers now felt more than pleasant. The caress of his fingers against her intimate flesh made her body heat further and her heart increase its frantic beat.

“You like that?” Dante’s husky voice unleashed another heat wave in her body.

Before she could stop herself, she admitted, “Yes.”

“I like it too. You’re so slick, so soft. And then ...” He drew his dew-covered finger further up, away from her folds to a spot just below her curls. “Then there’s this.” He rubbed against the sensitive flesh, making her gasp. “Yes, I think I’ve found just what you need.”

As he swirled his finger around the bundle of flesh that was more sensitive than any other part of her body, it throbbed even harder than it had earlier. She felt more moisture oozing from her core. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she let out a ragged breath.

“So responsive,” he praised and continued his sweet torture. She felt boneless in his arms. Her thighs spread wider to allow him better access to this special place. His growl told her that he approved of her action.

As if to thank her for it, his caress became more urgent, the pressure harder. Something was happening. Her body tensed, both in fear and in anticipation. She didn’t know what to expect. Viola only knew one thing. “Don’t stop!” she cried out.

Seconds later, her body erupted. The tension splintered into waves of unknown pleasure and delight, flowing through her in ripple after ripple. Behind her eyes, she saw an explosion of white light so intense she thought she would die. This was her end.

Chapter Ten

For the second night in a row, Dante carried Viola into his house. While she’d been unconscious the night before, this time she was merely asleep. After he’d brought her to climax in the gondola, she’d collapsed against his chest and drifted off to sleep. And all he could do was smile as he looked at her peaceful face. This was the first time he’d seen her completely at ease and relaxed. And he liked the sight. A lot.

His ears perked up when he heard his brother’s voice. But this time, he knew he wouldn’t be disturbed, because Raphael’s voice came from his bedchamber. And his wife was with him. Dante blessed the fact that the two lovebirds couldn’t keep their hands off each other. For the next few hours, they wouldn’t interfere with his plans.

He quietly carried Viola upstairs to his room where he laid her on his bed. Somehow, the picture looked right: her dark blue gown contrasted against the white linen, and her long, dark hair fanned out around her head like a halo. Dante shook his head. He was getting soft. By wanting to kill herself right after she’d left his bed, she’d crushed his ego. He wouldn’t let her leave his presence until his ego was built up again and as strong as before: so it could act as a stone wall around his heart.

As he undressed her, his hands took advantage of her lush curves, caressing, cupping, squeezing everything she had to offer. After what she’d allowed him in the gondola, he could see no wrong in it. When she finally lay on his bed in the nude, he stripped himself of his clothes and joined her.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly and provided a comfortable warmth. He’d instructed a servant to ensure his room was well heated. He wanted her to be comfortable without the benefit of thick bed covers. Because what he had in mind was best done lying on top of them.

“Viola,” he whispered to her and planted small kisses along her mouth.

Finally, she stirred, her eyelids opening but a sliver. “Hmm?”

“Your lesson in the pleasures of the flesh isn’t over yet.” It was only fair to give her a warning. Then he slid down her body and put his hands on her thighs, pushing them apart. He settled in the space he’d created for himself.

Viola reared up. “What?” Suddenly fully awake, her eyes wide, she stared at him in shock. “Where are my clothes?” She tried to cover herself with her hands, but he pushed them away.

“If you remember, I’ve seen everything before. So, there’s no need to cover up. Now lie back and enjoy.”

Her mouth opened, then snapped shut again, her eyes searching his face for a long moment. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but something was going on in that pretty head of hers. When she finally lay down again, he sank his mouth onto her sex.

He inhaled deeply, wanting to drink in the enticing flavors of her body. Her curls tickled his mouth, so he shifted lower until his lips aligned with her moist cleft. Whether she was still wet from when he’d made her come in the gondola, or whether she’d creamed again because he’d stripped her naked, he couldn’t tell. But she was wet, her honey dripping from her slit.

Dante sensed her muscles tense as if she was afraid he’d hurt her. But he had no intention of doing so. All he wanted was her pleasure, merely to stroke his ego of course, he told himself.

He stuck out his tongue and lapped against the moist female folds, parting them in the process. Her plentiful juices ran over his tongue, igniting his taste buds and setting his body on fire. She tasted like a spring morning, fresh and innocent.

“Oh!” Her panted exclamation pleased him, and the fact that she relaxed her muscles at the same time was confirmation that she wanted him to continue. Not that he would have stopped at this point. The restoration of his ego was too important. And besides, licking her delightful cunt made him as hard as a board and stiffer than a morning breeze.

The delicious morsel he feasted on had no idea about the effect she had on him, and he wasn’t about to tell her. No, he’d never wanted to give a woman that kind of power over him. Most likely, his reaction to her was only temporary anyway. The only reason he felt this turned on by her was because she’d bruised his ego and made him needy for her approval.  Once this issue was dealt with, she’d represent no temptation for him.

He’d had more experienced women in his bed—women who knew the most amazing things about how to pleasure a man. And he’d never said no. Viola wasn’t that kind of woman, and even if he taught her, there was no way she’d do the things he expected from a woman, especially one who wanted him to stick around for a while.

Viola’s soft moan drifted to his ears, and he increased the pressure of his tongue on her soft flesh. Lapping up her cream, he swiped his tongue upwards toward the little bundle of flesh he’d teased with his fingers earlier. He’d been surprised at how responsive she’d been to his touch and how easy it had been to find the right rhythm for her to climax so violently. He could still feel the tremors that had racked her frame. And even now, he felt a shudder go through his own body at the memory of it.

Her pearl was swollen, more so than it had been earlier. When he captured it in his mouth and stroked his tongue over it lightly, she twisted under his hold, her breaths coming in shallow pants. From the corner of his eyes he could see her hands fisting in the sheets, her knuckles nearly white from the intensity with which she seemed to fight against her body’s reactions.

It only made him work harder. With one hand, he spread her wider, opening her up to him more fully. With one finger of the other hand, he teased along her slit without entering her.

Her hips rocked against him as if she wanted to force him inside her. But he didn’t give in. Instead, his tongue sparred with her pearl, the little button now fully erect. Dante shifted between her legs, adjusting his own cock that rubbed against the sheets. He was coiled like a tight spring, ready to go off at a second’s notice.

This had never happened to him, but he could come just by licking her sweet cunt. He pushed back his desire and concentrated on her body. Again, he pulled the plump bundle of flesh into his mouth and sucked. Viola let out a loud moan and bucked against him.

A second later, her body convulsed. He slipped his finger into her channel in the same instant and felt her muscles contract around him as her orgasm claimed her. Only when her body stilled, something that seemed to take an eternity, did he release her and slide up her body, cradling her in his arms.

“Oh.”

He pulled back and rolled to his side, looking at her flushed face. He found that he liked the sight more than he should. But he hadn’t forgotten his own needs. In fact, his cock throbbed painfully now. When he wrapped his hand around it and started pumping, she dropped her gaze to it.

“Yes, watch me, my sweet.” Her eyes on him excited him. “See what you do to me? You make me so hard, I can’t hold back.”

The pressure in his balls built, and his hand—moist from Viola’s honey—moved rapidly up and down his cock, squeezing as tightly as he knew her virgin cunt would squeeze him. His heart started beating frantically, and his breathing became ragged. But his breaths weren’t the only ones filling the room.

Viola’s breathing matched his own. Her skin glistened from the moisture that built on her forehead and neck, the tiny rivulets starting to run down her breasts. He looked at those breasts as he continued pumping his fist. When a moan escaped her, he lifted his gaze and looked at her face. The sight undid him. She was licking her lips, her pink tongue snaking out as if she wanted to taste him.

“Oh, God, Viola.” His cock jerked and, a second later, his seed shot from his cock, bursting against her belly and his own skin. Again and again, more semen released until his climax ebbed and he collapsed onto his back.

Chapter Eleven

Viola was still mesmerized after Dante had wiped his seed off both of them and pulled her against his chest. She’d never seen a man touch himself like that. And by God, she’d liked the sight. It had made her mouth water for a taste. Just like he’d tasted her. She’d never thought something like that was possible, that a man would put his mouth onto a woman the way he had.

But when he’d done it, her brain had shut down, and all her body had done was react to him. The thought of what utter bliss her body was capable of made her both rejoice and despair. Now that she knew true pleasure, how could she not despair at the fact that she was going to die soon? She gave a small sigh.

Dante’s chest moved under her hands. “Didn’t you like it?” He tucked his hand under her chin and urged her head up. There was a concerned look on his face when his gaze collided with hers. “It disgusted you when I touched myself?”

“No,” she protested instantly. Nothing could be further from the truth. But how could she tell him that it had excited her when she felt embarrassed by her own debauched feelings? “I—”

“You don’t have to spare my feelings. Next time I’ll take care of it when I’m alone.”

And deprive her of the sensual sight of his body in ecstasy? “Why would you do that?”

He gave her a surprised glare. “Men need release, just like—”

She put her finger to his lips to stop him when she realized he’d misunderstood her question. “No, why would you want to hide this from me? Don’t you like me watching you?”

His eyes changed instantly. His dark brown irises looked almost golden, but it was probably the glow from the fire that made his eyes shine in such a beautiful hue. “You liked watching me?”

Viola gave a small nod.

“Did it excite you?”

More than anything. “Yes.”

Dante lifted his head and brushed his lips against hers for a soft kiss. “I love it when you look at me. To know you watched me while I pleasured myself made me so damn horny.” He paused and inhaled sharply. “I haven’t come so hard in a long time.”

Just thinking of what he’d looked like made her feel hot all over again. Without thinking, she lowered her hand and moved it down his chest. She felt his muscles tense under her as she continued her path south. She stopped when she reached the nest of curly hair.