Venice Vampyr - The Beginning (33 page)

He needed her blood. Now. Only then would he find true release with her. The realization hit him like a ship slamming into a pier.

His fangs scraped against the pink flesh of her tits, grazing her. A drop of blood appeared on her skin. It was miniscule, yet its potency was undeniable.

“Lorenzo, now, please,” she mumbled, slamming her hips into him, grabbing his ass with her hands to force him to plunge deeper.

With a roar, he jerked back. No! If he continued, he’d suck her dry, his control all but vanished. Despite Bianca’s hands and legs gripping him tightly, he pulled out of her and averted his eyes, tilting his head away from her.

Her protest was instant. “Please, don’t stop. Not now.”

“I can’t,” he pressed out and headed for the door faster than if the rising sun were on his heels. The scent of her blood chased him all the way to his bedchamber. And the scent of her cunt was still on his cock, a painful reminder that he hadn’t found release, nor had he granted her the climax she’d been so close to.

Bianca was no good for him. She was too much of a temptation. He didn’t understand why he lost control with her when he’d never had any problems keeping himself in check when he’d fucked the whores he usually frequented. Instead of sex easing the strain on controlling his vampire powers, it had made it harder to control. He’d always been able to let his vampire side emerge at will—not with Bianca. When he was near her, his entire body screamed for him to claim her.

He couldn’t let a woman have such power over him. He’d allowed it once. It had nearly cost him his life. No matter how much he wanted to slake his lust with her, he couldn’t risk it.

Bianca had to leave.

Chapter Ten

Almost dizzy, Bianca slipped off her father’s old writing desk. With shaking hands, she pulled on the shredded fabric of her dress to cover her torso. The place between her legs throbbed uncontrollably. Frustration made way for surprise, then embarrassment, then anger. How dare Lorenzo fuck her with such raw passion and then leave her before finishing?

Her chest heaved, her body still trying to come down from the peak it had nearly reached. She’d been so close to a most monumental climax only to come crashing down like a wave crashed onto the sandy shore without ever having reached its highest crest.

Bianca wanted to howl in frustration. But what she wanted even more was for Lorenzo to continue. Holding her dress together in the front, she ran out of the study and headed for the stairs. If Lorenzo had lost his erection and hadn’t been able to achieve release with her, then she’d do anything to get him back into the right mood so he could finish what they’d started.

She had enough experience to know how to rouse a wilting cock. Lorenzo’s words that he couldn’t do this could only mean one thing: his manhood had a little problem performing. Even though this seemed somewhat strange given that his cock had been harder than anything she’d ever felt, just because he was hard didn’t mean he could find release. Maybe he needed more stimulation.

Without knocking, Bianca opened the door to her father’s bedchamber and entered.

Lorenzo stood next to the bed, closing the top button on his breeches. His head spun to her instantly, his eyes glaring at her in fury. “Leave! Now!”

His voice was a thunder that would have frightened a lesser woman, but not Bianca. Most dogs that barked didn’t bite. Men were just the same. The louder they yelled, the softer they were on the inside.

“No! I refuse to let you treat me like this. And I won’t leave!”

The rumble coming from his throat sounded more like the growl of an animal than that of a man. “I apologize for what happened in the study,” he ground out through clenched teeth, the cords on his neck straining, ready to snap in an instant. “It won’t happen again.”

“Well, at least
that
we agree on.”

He nodded stiffly then turned his back. “Then please remove yourself from my presence.”

“I will do nothing of the sort.”

His shoulders tensed visibly as his hands balled into fists, the knuckles turning white. “What do you want from me? A new dress? I’ll buy you ten new dresses for the one I ruined.”

Bianca took a few steps toward him.

“Don’t come any closer!”

Shocked by his harsh tone, she stopped. “I’m not interested in a new dress. But I can help you.”

“Help me?” The incredulous tone in his voice was something she had expected. Most men couldn’t deal with issues related to their manhood. And if a woman pointed them out, they turned defensive.

“Yes. There could be very simple reasons why you couldn’t find release. I can—”

Lorenzo spun to face her so fast, she instinctively took a step back.

“You think I couldn’t perform?” His question was turned into an accusation by the way he bit it out. His eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. “I assure you, Signorina, if I wanted to find release in your body, I could have done so several times.”

Bianca snorted.
Arrogant rake!

All she was doing was try to help him over his problem, and what did he do? Deny he had a problem. Well, if he was going to play it that way, she’d play along. “I don’t believe you.”

“Signorina! Are you calling me a liar?”

She shrugged, letting her hands fall away to the sides, allowing her dress to gape open over her naked breasts. Lowering her lids slightly she glanced at his breeches. The bulge underneath it was still visible. He was just as hard as before.

“I’m merely stating what I see. You didn’t finish, not only leaving yourself unsatisfied, but also me.” Bianca looked past him, trying to appear unaffected by the ever growing erection behind his trousers and the wet spot that had started seeping through to the surface. “I expect a man to satisfy me. Otherwise, I don’t see how I can pretend he’s a good lover.”

From the corner of her eye, she noticed his lips forming into a thin line. She could fairly see him fuming. “Signorina! Watch your words!”

Turning as if attempting to leave, she delivered the last blow. “And you, Signore, are a useless lover.”

Before she could take her second step toward the door, Lorenzo grabbed her from behind and lifted her. A moment later, she landed on the bed, face down, her breath rushing out of her lungs.

“A useless lover? I think not!”

His hands stripped the dress from her, and more ripping sounds indicated that he was stripping himself at the same time. Then he latched onto her hips and pulled them back, bringing her onto her knees, before his rock-hard cock plunged deep into her still wet channel.

The force with which he penetrated her would have knocked her off the bed on the other side, had he not held her hips in a vice grip.

“I’ll teach you to call me a liar!”

Fury still colored his words as he delivered his next thrust with the same intensity as the first. Bianca gasped, pulling in a breath of air, unable to do anything but receive his cock. None of her previous lovers had ever dared to take her this hard, this fast, this furiously.

“God, yes!” she whimpered, surprised at the intense pleasure as his body slammed against hers repeatedly, plunging deeper with every thrust.

Lorenzo grunted as if in response to her exclamation.

Bianca tried to lift her head from the sheets she was pressed into to get onto her hands, but he pressed a hand onto her upper back, holding her down.

“You had your chance to escape,” he hissed and sliced in and out of her.

“No escape,” was all she could press out, before needing another breath. “More.” Since when did she resort to begging?

His second hand went back to her hips as his erection suddenly pulled out of her.

“No!” she howled. Was he going to stop once more, leaving her unsatisfied? She reached behind her, trying to grab him and pull him back, but he snatched her hand.

“Don’t!” he warned. “One touch, and I’ll spill.”

 She felt him pull away, but a moment later, his warm breath was on her sex. He spread her wider, exposing her to him in a way she should have felt embarrassed about. But there was no time for embarrassment, because the next thing she felt was his tongue licking down her cleft.

Her body trembled from the sensual assault, but there was no reprieve. His tongue forged forward, licking over her sensitive pearl. Flames danced on her skin, turning her body into a raging inferno. Perspiration pearled off her naked flesh. And all the while, Lorenzo licked the sensitive bundle of nerves that threatened to turn her into a whimpering woman out of control.

His teeth grazed her folds, sending a shiver through her entire body. “Yes!”

When he sucked her pearl between his lips, pulling it into his mouth, everything shattered. The trembling in her body intensified, indicating the approach of a release he’d previously denied her. She didn’t fight it, but greeted its arrival, letting herself fall into the depth of its intensity.

Waves of pleasure poured through her, obliterating everything else in her mind. Only when she felt a widening and stretching of her channel did she realize that Lorenzo’s cock was back inside her, riding her hard and fast. Her muscles gripped him, not wanting him to leave her again.

His deep groan and the tensing of his body signaled the loss of his control. A moment later, the warmth of his seed flooded her. And for once in her life, she didn’t force him out of her, didn’t care about the precautions she should have taken to prevent conception. For once in her life, she welcomed her lover’s seed with a greed she couldn’t explain with anything but madness. Because it was madness to allow this stranger to take her to such heights and make her submit to him like she’d never submitted to any man.

Chapter Eleven

As the last ripples of his orgasm ebbed, Lorenzo felt his fangs retreat by a fraction. They’d descended the moment Bianca had stepped into the chamber. He’d been forced to hide them from her by taking her from behind when more than anything he’d wanted to see her face when he made her come.

“Do you still cling to your previous opinion, Signorina?”

The woman had the audacity to chuckle at his question. Lorenzo dug his hands into her hair and lifted her head from the pillows without dislodging his cock from her soft cave. He wasn’t ready to leave that pleasurable channel for a while. Besides, he was still as rock-hard as earlier and needed to get off once more to regain control over his body.

“Do not toy with me, Signorina. As you can see, savage things happen when you provoke me.”

“Lorenzo, don’t you think it’s time you called me by my given name?” She paused and let out a delightful, soft sigh. “Considering you’re still inside me and clearly eager for a repeat.”

Lorenzo withdrew from her sheath until only his bulbous head was still inside her. Then, painstakingly slowly, he sliced back into her, his movement slow and measured this time. “Not such a useless lover after all, hmm?” Then he tried out her name. “Bianca.” And the way it rolled off his tongue and over his lips felt good.

She pulled forward, making his cock slide half-way out before she pushed back into his loins, taking him deep. “Very useful, particularly if he can do this again so soon.”

“He can.” Lorenzo smiled to himself. Who would have thought the gently raised daughter of a Venice merchant found such pleasure in the carnal arts when she should have no such knowledge in the first place? Had she perhaps been married and was now widowed?

He shook his head. It didn’t matter why she responded to him. He wasn’t interested in more than just slaking his lust with her. And if she enjoyed this, even better.

His fangs still itched for a bite, but fucking her in such a rough fashion had taken the edge off his need. However, the urge to take her blood hadn’t disappeared. Maybe a second fucking would put that need to rest. Only this time, he wanted slow and gentle, but he couldn’t change his position, couldn’t allow her to see his face. He knew his eyes were still glowing the way they always did when his need for blood was strong. And the sight of his fangs would frighten her and make her retreat.

Not that he didn’t like to fuck a woman from behind. He’d always loved it: the control, the view of her round cheeks, and the fact that he could reach deeper into her than in any other position.