Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

His hand dropped to her bodice, where he tugged at the laces. “It’s been too long ...” He expertly freed her breasts from their confines, pushing her bodice below them.

“But we only ... it was only a few hours ago.” How could he want her again so soon? And why was her own body responding to him, her nipples pebbling under his touch, when she knew what kind of monster he was? Out of nowhere, the words Lorenzo had hurled at his friend echoed in her head: She lets you drink her blood, and don’t tell me it doesn’t drive you both to ecstasy every time you do it. Did this mean that his bite wasn’t fatal, that it was in fact pleasurable?

“A few hours is too long,” he whispered against her skin before he sucked one taut nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed her sensitive skin, causing alarm bells to ring in her head. She shivered, and a moment later he let her nipple pop from his mouth.

“Take me out of my breeches,” he ordered, his voice husky, his eyes dark with passion.

Without thinking, she obeyed. The moment she held his erect shaft in her hand, he groaned. The sound mesmerized her. “Now, lift your skirts.”

Releasing his cock, Bianca reached for the seams of her skirts and pulled them up at the same time as Lorenzo lifted her up and settled her over him so she straddled him.

“Tell me you’re wet.”

When she answered him, it wasn’t a lie. Because she was wet, her cunny readying itself for his invasion. Then she felt him, the thick head of his cock nudging at her entrance. She lowered herself and took him inside in one smooth glide. Before she could move any further, Lorenzo locked his arms around her and stopped her, breathing hard.

“See, now I feel better again.”

Seeing a chance for a question, Bianca asked, “Were you not feeling well earlier?”

He shook his head. “I quarreled with a dear friend.”

“What about?”

He stared past her into the distance. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that he was wrong.”

“And you were right?” she challenged.

Lorenzo met her eyes. Long seconds passed before he spoke again. “Would you ever hurt me?”

Her heartbeat rose at his question. Would she? Trying to buy herself time, she stalled. “I don’t understand.”

“Would you have the heart to hurt me?” His gaze was intense, penetrating now.

“Only if you hurt me,” she hedged, easing off him slightly, prepared to flee if she had to.

His arms pulled her back, his cock driving deeper into her. “I’ll never hurt you, I swear by everything that’s dear to me.”

Was he trying to tell her that he wouldn’t bite her, that she wouldn’t have to fear him? Had he heard her sneak around upstairs, eavesdropping on him and his friend?

“Your heart is beating faster.” Lorenzo’s hand stroked over her breast.

Swallowing hard, Bianca tried to find the right words. “Because you’re inside me. It excites me.”

“Then ride me if it excites you.”





Chapter Sixteen




With Bianca sprawled over his half-clothed body, Lorenzo lay on the sofa in his parlor, one arm around her back, the other stroking over her delectable naked backside, her skirts hiked up to her waist. He’d never felt better. The fight with Raphael was forgotten, and all he could think of was the pliable woman in his arms.

“Tell me about your life,” she suddenly demanded.

“There’s not much to tell.” And the things that mattered, he couldn’t really talk to her about for fear of giving away his secrets.

“You jest. You must be the first man I’ve met who doesn’t like the sound of his own voice.”

Lorenzo chuckled. “I’m not like most men. I’m very private.”

“Is that why you don’t have the servants live with you?”

“I don’t have many servants, only one permanent one really, my valet, and he normally resides with me. I’ve given him a few days off. The others only spend several hours a day with me when I need them.”

“That’s very peculiar.”

“Not if you don’t like others to nose around in your private business.”

“What is it you have to hide then?” Bianca teased.

He gave her a playful slap on her bottom. “If I had anything to hide, I’d hardly blurt it out just because you’re asking.”

“What if I ask more nicely?”

Lorenzo responded in the same playful tone she’d used, “How nicely?”

She wiggled above him, grinding her body against his cock.

He let out a hearty laugh. “That’s very nice indeed. But don’t you think you’ve had enough for tonight?”

“You never seem to get enough.”

He lifted his hand from Bianca’s backside and brought it to her chin, tilting her face up so he could look at her. Her lids were half-lowered, the eyes behind them sleepy, and her lips were plump and red from his kisses. By God, how he loved that sight.

“Of you, my sweet Bianca, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

“You say that now, but—”