Sensual Danger (Venice Vampyr #4)

She eyed his neck, and slowly he dipped his head so that her lips connected with the spot where his neck and shoulder met. He shivered involuntarily. If she were a vampire female, she would know that it was normal for lovers to bite each other during the act. It would heighten their arousal. Even though Oriana was human, she would heighten his arousal despite the fact that her blunt human teeth would never break through his tough vampire skin.

When she nibbled gently, he sighed and resumed finger-fucking her while his thumb rubbed over her pearl with faster strokes. Her breathing became more uneven, her body writhing under his ministrations. Her cunny rained more juices onto his finger, the lubrication making it easier and easier to drive his finger in and out of her. On the next stroke, he added his index finger and slowly pushed both fingers forwards. Simultaneously, he caressed her clitoris faster. He felt her hold her breath, her back arching off the bed, then he slid both fingers into her.

Oriana’s teeth dug into his neck. Pleasure speared through him, and at the same moment he felt her muscles spasm around him, gripping him tighter, pulling him inside her with a force astounding for a woman.

He felt her climax violently against his hand, her teeth releasing his neck too quickly for his liking. Knowing this meant that she wasn’t in pain anymore, he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her. More gently now in rhythm with her orgasmic spasms. Her * relaxed, opening wider for him and allowing him to finger-fuck her. Without thinking, he added a third finger to the first two. And she took those three without any complaints. All she did was gyrate her hips against his hand, moving in synch with him.

Relieved, he pulled his head from her and gazed at her. “Are you ready for my cock now?”

Her eyes opened wide, a twinge of fear clearly visible in them.

As Nico pulled his hand from her, he noticed a few drops of blood on it. He’d ripped her hymen—good, it would make things easier from here. He took her hand to bring it to the massive bulge that pressed against the flap of his trousers, realizing too late that moisture had already leaked from it. When he pressed her hand against it, a choked sound came from her throat.

“I’ve already had three fingers inside you, love. This isn’t going to be much more.” Who was he kidding? His cock was at least as thick as four times his largest finger. And even though she was now without a hymen, he would still cause her discomfort.

Oriana squeezed his hard-on, making him jerk back. “Fuck!”

Immediately, a frightened look crossed her face and she scooted away from him. He reached for her, pulling her closer.

“Don’t be afraid! I’m sorry, but if you touch me like that, you’ll make me come in an instant.”

“Come?” she murmured.

He smiled and slid his hand over her sex, the silk fabric a thin barrier. “Yes, come.” He pressed against her still pulsing folds. “Like you came just now. You’ll do the same to me if you touch me like that.”

Confusion turned her forehead into a frown. “And you don’t like it? I thought men—”

“Oh yes, men do like that. More than anything,” he interrupted. “But you know what I like even more?”

She shook her head.

“When your sweet cunt squeezes me, just like it squeezed my fingers. So tell me, my wanton wife, will you grant me that?”

Her eyes dropped back to his erection, then her hand slid over it, stroking his entire length as if she was measuring him. “Yes.”





11


Oriana watched with fascination how Nico undressed in front of her as if he’d done so a thousand times: without shame or embarrassment, while he continued to look at her with such intensity that her body heated once more.

She still felt the shudders that had gone through her body when he’d touched her with his expert hands. Now those same hands opened the buttons of his shirt, revealing a ripped chest and flat stomach. A light dusting of dark hair covered his torso, growing stronger farther down until it built a dark line of hair that disappeared into his breeches. Almost as if it were meant as a guiding sign. She was drawn to it instinctively.

Her eyes dipping lower, she stared at the heavy bulge that was hidden behind the fabric. Earlier, she’d felt its heat under her palm. She’d felt it pulsate against her hand and had never before felt so alive when touching it.

When his hands went to the buttons of his flap, her mouth went dry. One-by-one, he eased the buttons open, then slowly pushed his trousers down, stepping out of them. His smalls followed while she lay there motionless. Only her chest moved: up and down in quick succession, her breathing having sped up. The heat she felt was unbearable. And she knew why: because she was staring at a naked man whose body was so perfect and beautiful, she couldn’t believe that he was her husband.

Even before this night, she’d known what a man’s physique was like: she’d seen depictions of the statue of David, a nude male chiseled into marble by the artist Michelangelo. But Nico was different. More beautiful, more perfect, and . . . bigger.