Sensual Danger (Venice Vampyr #4)

The hard, veined shaft that curved toward his belly was almost purple in color, attesting to the blood inside it that made it stand erect like a flag pole. Beneath it, a sac hung heavy, the oval pieces of fruit inside clearly visible.

A groan made her lift her eyes to meet Nico’s gaze. His eyes had a golden sheen to them now, the natural green in them suddenly gone. Maybe the light from the candles and the fireplace played this optical trick on her.

Nico took a step toward her then reached for the fabric of her negligee where it pooled at her midsection. He pulled on it, lifting her bottom in the process, and stripped her naked. Instinctively she covered her sex with her hands. But he gripped them and pulled them away.

“Never hide anything from me,” he warned, his voice a low growl.

The mattress dipped under his weight when he joined her on the bed. His hands pushed her thighs apart.

Oh, God, now he would mount her, and it would be painful—no way would his massive manhood fit inside her, just the way her friend Ilaria had told her. Oriana squeezed her eyes shut and steeled herself for the inevitable.

A heavy sigh came from Nico. “Open your eyes, Oriana.”

She obeyed.

“You’re still scared. That won’t do.”

She turned her head away. “I’m sorry. I’ll bear it. I promise. Mount me and—”

“Mount you? Is that how you still see it? That I’ll mount you like a stallion to take my pleasure without any regard for yours?”

“You’ve already given me pleasure. It’s only right that you receive the same. I won’t resist you.”

Nico shook his head. “That’s not how this works. I won’t mount you. Not like this.”

“But—”

She was unable to finish her sentence, because Nico suddenly turned onto his back and lifted her onto his body. Her legs fell open, straddling him. His shaft pulsed against her stomach.

“You will mount me.”

“W-what?” Shocked at his suggestion, her heart began to pound frantically.

“You heard me, my sweet. You’ll be the one to decide when I’ll enter you, and how deep and how hard I’ll thrust. You’ll be holding the reins.”

“But surely that’s not how it’s done. I mean, my friend, her husband—”

Nico placed his finger over her lips. “Your friend’s husband is not worth his salt if he can’t show his wife the pleasures of the marriage bed. And just so you know: there are hundreds of ways a man can make love to a woman, and few include mounting her. I have every intention of teaching you every single one of them.”

Surprised and at the same time relieved about his revelation, she dipped her head to his. “Will you teach me how to please you?” Because a man who showed such consideration for his wife had to be rewarded.

“My love, you already please me more than you can know. Now all we have to do is learn to please each other at the same time.” Nico placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Now ride me, my wanton wife. Slide your pearl against my cock, and when you’re ready, then take me inside you and bear down on me.”

His hand cupped her nape, his thumb stroking her cheek.

“Yes,” she whispered.

With her hand she sought his shaft and pressed it against her sex. Then she started moving up and down, the moisture that pooled from her coating his erection and making him slide smoothly against her. The spot where he’d touched her earlier, her pearl as he’d called it, throbbed at the contact.

Oriana threw her head back, sitting up straight. Supported by her knees and Nico’s hands on her hips, she continued her tentative movements. She noticed Nico’s breathing become more ragged, his groans more guttural. The cords in his neck bulged, and his jaw clenched as if he was fighting against something.

It excited her to watch him like this, to see him submit to her touch. When she squeezed his shaft and pressed harder against him, he cursed.

“Fuck! Oriana! Have mercy with me!”

She understood what he meant, and though it still scared her, one part in her wanted to feel him inside her. One part of her wanted to feel being taken by him. To submit to him.

She lifted herself on her knees, high enough so she could guide his shaft to her female folds. When she felt the crown of his manhood press against the entrance of her body, she shivered, not with fear this time, but with excitement. She wanted this, wanted him.

Taking a deep breath, she sank down on him, impaling herself on his rod until he was completely submerged in her. The fullness she felt was overwhelming at first, robbing her of her breath. For a second, she didn’t move, trying to adjust to the foreign invasion, then she felt him move underneath her, his hips pulling back, then pushing upwards again.