Venice Vampyr - The Beginning (22 page)

“Come, I think you might enjoy this. It can be very arousing to watch someone make love.”

He noticed her cheeks darkening even further. When she tried to lower her lashes to escape his gaze, he shelved her chin on his palm and made her look at him. “I will touch you while you watch.”

Her lips parted, and her pink tongue appeared, licking herself. He recognized how her pulse was racing now. Then she nodded slowly. “But I want to touch you too.”

Dante smiled and kissed her cute nose. “I should hope so.” He’d never been in such a good mood as long as he could remember. Somehow the chit brought out his lighter side.

A short while later, after he’d instructed her what to wear—or not to wear for that matter—he took her by the hand. On bare feet, they snuck into one of the small storage rooms to the side of his brother’s bedchamber. Years ago, Dante had discovered that the mirror over Raphael’s fireplace was translucent on the other side, allowing anyone who knew about it to spy on him. Dante had only discovered it because he’d been searching for an old book in the room. And he knew nobody else had access to it because he kept the only key.

Not that he would normally spy on his own brother. It held no interest for him, however, it would provide some titillation for Viola, and it would be in a safe environment.

When they entered the room, Dante locked the door behind them so they wouldn’t be disturbed. He noticed Viola’s look zero in on the pillows that lay on the raised wooden platform which had initially been built for storage.

Dante had made sure the area was clean and had spread sufficient pillows on it for both of them to be comfortable while watching Raphael and his wife.

When Viola opened her mouth to say something, Dante put his finger on her lips. “Shh. We have to be quiet. My brother has exceptionally good hearing.” All vampires did.

He led her up the four steps to the platform and pulled back a black curtain on the wall it was facing. The mirror behind it was a window into Raphael’s bedroom where his brother was undressing Isabella.

“Oh!” Viola gasped and turned away in embarrassment.

“They can’t see us,” Dante assured her.

Hesitantly, she turned back and looked through the glass. Dante didn’t watch the goings on in Raphael’s room. Instead, he looked at Viola. He’d told her only to wear a corset, stockings and garters, and a dressing gown over it. And the dressing gown had only been so nobody would see her half-naked as they’d walked through the corridor.

He only wore a robe with not a stitch underneath. Already now, his cock was at full attention, and he hadn’t even freed her of her robe and admired her scantily clad body. He would take care of that right now.

Viola sat down, folding her legs underneath her, her eyes glued to the action in the other room. Dante cast a quick glance in the same direction and saw how Raphael laid the naked Isabella onto the bed while he stood at the edge of it, naked and hard.

Dante put his hands on Viola’s shoulders and tugged on the robe. Without coaxing, she undid the belt. He was sure she didn’t know what she was doing, so mesmerized was she by the sight in front of her.

Dante stripped her of the robe. The corset he’d given her to wear was only a half-corset: it reached from the top of her pubic hair to just below the swell of her breasts, effectively presenting them as if on a platter. For him. The matching black garter belt had lace strips running down her delightful ass cheeks. The lace strips held her stockings in place.

He put his hands to Viola’s hips and lifted her onto her knees so he could truly admire her enticing heart-shaped ass. His hands slid down to caress her, and a soft moan came from her lips.

He swept her long hair to one side, exposing her pale neck. Without haste, he stroked his fingers over the plump vein that pulsated underneath her silken skin. His lips longed for a taste and descended onto her flesh. He greeted Viola’s trembling with pure male satisfaction. To know that his touch excited her made him even harder than he already was.

“Whisper to me what you see.”

“I can’t.”

He kissed her neck, briefly pulling the soft skin into his mouth. Then he slid his hand down to her tempting ass and caressed her perfect cheeks. A hitched breath was her answer.

“Please, tell me what you see.”

He felt her heart beat frantically. “He’s spreading her legs. Wide.” Her voice was low, huskier than he’d ever heard her.

“I want you to spread your legs too,” he ordered.

She moved her knees apart. Instantly, the aroma of her arousal became stronger, teasing his nostrils in the most enticing fashion. His hand dropped between her thighs and reached forward.

“He’s in between her legs, and he’s … he’s slamming into her. Oh God!”

Dante slid his finger along her drenched folds, coating himself in her rich cream. Then he reached forward and circled her pearl. She whimpered, her body starting to tremble again.

“He’s going back and forth, and she, she … likes it.” There was confusion in her voice as if Viola hadn’t expected Isabella’s reaction to her husband’s touch.

Dante pulled his hand away from her pearl and teased her wet slit with his fingers, sliding along the warm flesh in long and slow strokes, bathing himself in her honey.

“Yes, she likes her husband’s hard cock inside her, filling her, stretching her tight channel. Does she want more? Is she encouraging him?”

He felt Viola nod. “Yes, she’s holding onto his hips. She’s pulling him toward her. She wants more. Deeper. Harder.” Every word came in a pant. Viola’s body moved rhythmically against his hand. “Deeper, harder,” she chanted.

At her words, Dante lost his control. Without thinking, he slid his finger deep into her. She bucked against him as if she wanted more. A mumbled “deeper” startled him, but he complied. Pulling back his finger, he plunged inside again. Her channel was even tighter than he’d expected and infinitely more tempting than anything else he’d ever been offered.

Dante drove into her again and again while his other hand captured one breast and pinched her hard nipple.

Viola cried out and threw her head back. “More. Yes, she loves his cock.” Her words sounded as if she was delirious. “She wants to be filled. Stretched.”

Then he understood. She was pretending to be somebody else so she could demand what she wanted. “Does she want his cock inside her?” he asked and held his breath. Would she want his cock?

Viola panted heavily. Her pulse raced. “She wants his big cock to fill her.”

“Is she sure that’s what she wants? His cock inside her?” Dante continued to fuck his finger in and out of her, increasing his rhythm, not wanting her to come out of her trance-like state. Stretching her to prepare her for the invasion of his cock.

“Yes.”

At her answer, Dante nudged her forward and pressed her into the pillows. Then he dislodged his finger from her cunt and spread her legs. The sight of her beautiful round ass tilted up, giving him a perfect view of her glistening petals, nearly robbed him of his control. He ripped his robe off his body and settled between her thighs, his cock rampant and ready.

“Now,” she whispered. “She needs his cock now.”

She was spread out before him for his pleasure. He couldn’t wait any longer. Dante nudged his cock forward, pushing her moist fold apart. “More.”

“Everything,” he mumbled. “I’ll give you everything.” And then slowly, without haste, he drove into her. Her channel stretched, accommodating him, yet squeezing him like a tight glove at the same time. This was what heaven was like.

When he was balls deep inside her, she gasped. He stilled his movement and watched for her reaction.

Viola turned her head and looked back at him. “Dante,” was all she said, but the way she said it with her breath rushing from her lungs, her lips glistening, her cheeks flushed, he knew everything would be alright. Her eyes confirmed it. The desire in them was undeniable.

“Viola, my sweet.”

He sliced into her, and for a few agonizing seconds he thought he’d spill instantly. But he couldn’t allow that, because he needed more from her than just a quick romp. He needed to look into her eyes and kiss her, know that she saw him, that she knew it was him, who made love to her.

Dante pulled himself out of her, ignoring her disappointed sigh, and rolled her onto her back before he thrust back into her. “I need to see you.”

Not giving her a second’s reprieve, he kissed her red lips and angled his head to capture more of her. She responded to him by stroking her tongue against his, inviting him into the delicious caverns of her mouth.

Chapter Fourteen

Dante’s kiss brought her back to reality, and for once, reality was more beautiful than her fantasy. This was not like the coupling she’d experienced with him that first night in the dingy inn he’d taken her to. Neither was this like the things they’d done over the last three days, the touching, kissing, caressing. This was everything and more.

This time, Viola felt no pain. Her body accepted him, the moisture that had already oozed from her channel allowing him easy entry despite his impressive girth. And he’d taken his time, slowly inching forward as if he’d been ready to pull out the moment she voiced a concern. But it had been perfect.

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.

***

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.