Sensual Danger (Venice Vampyr #4)

He hadn’t undressed yet, and he wouldn’t until Oriana was good and ready for him. Because once his cock was let out of its confinement, he would plunge it into her within seconds, unable to hold back any longer. He’d never been so randy in his life. Was it because tonight he was going to fuck a lady, not one of the whores who normally saw to his needs? Needs that were becoming more urgent by the second.

But while he couldn’t satisfy them yet, he could do something else he’d always enjoyed. Talking to a woman while he pleasured her. But not in polite words, rather words no well-bred woman knew. Could he risk it with Oriana?

Before he could even make a decision, his mouth was already open. “What a beautiful cunny you have.”

A hushed breath rushed from her lungs, and her eyes flew open.

He hesitated, but she didn’t pull back. Instead she gyrated against his hand that had stilled, clearly urging him to continue. Locking eyes with her, he not only stroked his finger upwards to her pearl, but he also spoke again. “Yes, the sexiest cunt I’ve ever touched.”

Her eyes widened, and the blush on her cheeks darkened.

“The tastiest I’ve ever licked.”

She moaned, her lips parting and her tongue darting out to lick them. He groaned. “And when you came apart this morning, I felt your * clamp down on my finger as if you wanted to pull me deep inside you. Was that what you wanted?” He probed at the entrance to her body. “Was it, Oriana?”

Her sex arched toward him, but he didn’t push inside her. Instead, he circled her slit.

“You have to tell me what you want, my sweet. Do you want my finger in your cunt?”

She dropped her lids halfway, avoiding his insistent gaze, but he wouldn’t let her get away with it. He lifted his hand from her * and slid farther up, attempting to free his hand from under the silk fabric.

“No!” she cried out.

He stopped in his movement, leaving his hand where it was, barely grazing her pubic hair. “Yes, my sweet?”

Lifting her lids slowly, her gaze crashed into his. Her eyes were dark with lust and passion, her voice breathless, when she finally answered, “I want your finger inside my . . . c-c-cunt.”

He gave her what she wanted, sliding his hand back between her legs and extending his middle finger. Then he parted her folds and pushed inside her tight sheath.

A contented sigh came over Oriana’s lips. He bent over her face, his lips hovering over hers. “See, my sweet, the things I’ll give you if only you ask.”

Then he withdrew his finger and pushed back inside, making her gasp for air. She was tighter than anything he’d ever felt. He knew that she would scream out in pain if he tried to plunge his cock into her and rip her hymen, which he was probably already partially perforating with his finger.

There had to be a way of distracting her from it. Damn it, he’d never slept with a virgin. He had no idea how painful it would be for her. Would she feel it like a pinprick? Or was it as if somebody drove a knife into her? How much pain would she feel? And how long would it last?

Maybe he could do things gradually.

Releasing her lips, he dropped his head to her neck, kissing her tempting skin. Underneath his lips, her vein pulsed, the rhythm tempting him to taste her. But he couldn’t risk that. One other task was more urgent at present: to deflower her without causing her pain.

“Sweetling, I’m going to make you feel the way you felt this morning,” he whispered to her. “Remember when your body came apart as if you were lifted in the air?” At least he hoped that was what she’d felt.

“Yes, it was . . . ” Her voice died.

“ . . . magical,” he ended her sentence for her. “And I’m going to make it magical again. But I want you to do something for me too.”

Her body froze for a moment, and he immediately rubbed his thumb over her pearl, while keeping his finger inside her. She relaxed into his touch.

“I need to stretch your beautiful cunny. You’ll have to take two of my fingers. It’ll feel uncomfortable at first.”

“But, it’s already . . . ” Again, she didn’t finish her sentence.

Nico made small circles around her center of pleasure and moved his finger gently inside her. “I know, my love. That’s why I want you to bury your face in my neck and bite me if it’s painful. That way I know to ease off.”

“Bite you? But I can’t possibly—”

He lifted his head and looked at her. “Please. I want you to.”