Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

She gifted him with a ravishing smile. “Then bite me. I know you want it. I can feel it every time your teeth graze my skin.”


His cock stiffened at the thought of sinking his fangs into her. He pulled her into his embrace. “My love, you can’t even begin to understand what this means to me.” To be allowed to feed off the very woman who had captured his heart, was more than anything he’d ever hoped for. “I’ve been craving your blood ever since you stepped into my home. And I’ve fought it every day.”

“No longer,” she whispered and tilted her head to expose her graceful neck.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Lorenzo lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her onto it before moving over her and positioning himself between her thighs.

“I want to make love to you at the same time.” He stroked his hand over her face, smoothing back a stand of hair. Then he moved his hips and slid into her, exhaling sharply as his cock sank deep into her hot channel.

Bianca panted, her eyes closing at impact.

“Look at me.”

When her eyes flew open, Lorenzo willed his fangs to extend. He felt them push past his lips and noticed how Bianca gazed at him in fascination. There was no fear.

“I love you,” he whispered and bent his head, connecting with the soft skin on her neck. He licked over it and felt her shiver.

“Do it, my love.”

Lorenzo opened his mouth wider and pressed his fangs into her skin, piercing it, before he drove deeper. As he drew the first drops of her blood, his head swam. Her essence was pure and sinful at the same time, more intoxicating than he could have ever imagined. Without haste, he sucked on her vein, taking the life-giving essence into his body where it rejuvenated his cells and recharged his power.

At the same time, his hips moved, and he slowly withdrew his cock from her sheath only to thrust it back into her. Her muscles gripped him tightly, shuddering as he plunged deep. But he needed more, an even closer connection to the treasure he held in his arms. And for the first time in his life, he opened his heart and laid its contents bare, sending his emotions out to her.

He knew when she pressed her hand against the back of his head to hold him tighter to her neck that she felt the connection between them.

“Oh, God, Lorenzo!” she moaned on a shallow breath.

Lorenzo released her neck and licked over the puncture wounds, closing them instantly and turned his face to her. Her lips glistened and beckoned him to approach. As he brushed his bloodstained lips against hers and licked against them, she parted them. He swept his tongue inside and kissed her, claiming her as his while he continued to send his feelings to her, his mind and heart pouring out of him so she would understand the depth of his need for her.

Her hands came around him, gripping him tighter, urging him on to take her harder. He complied and drove deeper into her until her interior muscles spasmed around him, sending him over the crest and into paradise.





Chapter Eighteen




Bianca felt Lorenzo’s lips on hers and slowly opened her eyes.

“It’s called the little death,” he explained with a smile as he caressed her cheek with the back of his index finger.

“I fainted.” She’d never passed out in bed with a man.

“It happens sometimes when the pleasure is too much to bear.” He planted a soft kiss on her lips.

If she’d had any decency left, she would have blushed at his words, but as it was, all she could think of was what it had felt like when he’d bitten her. Her entire body had been afire. But not only that: she’d sensed him, his emotions, the love he had for her, almost as if she’d been inside his mind.

“I felt something strange when we made love,” she started.

Lorenzo took her hand and lead it to his lips to kiss it. “I know. I opened my heart to you so you could feel what’s inside me.”

So she hadn’t dreamed it. “How?”

“My vampire powers allow me to reach out to you and send you my thoughts and my feelings without speaking.”

“Does that mean you can read my mind too?”

He shook his head. “I only know what you show me or tell me, but I can’t see into your heart. But what you’ve shown me tonight, what you’ve given me by offering me your blood, has told me everything I need to know.”

His eyes shone with the evidence of his affection for her. It made her chest feel heavy with the secrets she still kept from him. But she couldn’t share them now.

“And your blood.” He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment. “My sweet Bianca, I’ve never tasted anything as pure as you.”

Pure? She wasn’t pure. Panic gripped her for a moment. What if he ever found out about her past? About her life as a courtesan? Would he still consider her pure then? Her pulse raced at the thought that if he ever discovered her secret, he might change his mind about her. And then? Would he toss her aside, bitter about her deception?