Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

“Yes,” he encouraged her. “Open my trousers, and take my cock out.”


Nobody had ever spoken that word in front of her, yet she knew what it meant. Her eyes drifted lower to the bulge hidden beneath the fabric. The very large bulge. Did he wear padding? She hoped so, because what the hard outline under his breeches suggested would be physically impossible, she was certain.

Viola hesitated, but Dante simply took her hand and laid her palm over the bulge. Startled, she tried to pull away, but he held her wrist and forced her to cup his erection. The flesh under her palm was warm, and it pulsated. She’d never felt anything that vibrant. Now she had her answer: he wore no padding.

“Open the buttons.”

She followed his command without thinking. Moments later, his breeches were open. He pulled them down and stripped completely. Viola averted her eyes, even though she wanted to look at him. But embarrassment swept through her. She’d never seen a man naked.

“Look at me.” Dante’s voice was calm and soothing.

She lifted her eyes to meet his gaze. But he shook his head. “Look at my cock.”

She swallowed at his bold statement. How could she simply look at him in such an obvious manner?

“Please, look at my cock and take me into your hand.”

She collected her courage and lowered her gaze to his stomach, then lower. In the midst of a dark nest of curls, his shaft stood erect, curved slightly upwards, its purple veins pulsing, its mushroomed head glistening. She’d always expected men to be ugly there, but nothing could be further from the truth. His veined shaft was like a sculpted piece of art. Beautiful, proud, and perfect.

Her hand reached out of its own volition, her fingers grazing the underside of his cock. The skin was as soft as a baby’s, yet when she wrapped her hand around him, she could feel how hard he was. Like a phallus chiseled from marble.

Dante hissed. “Fuck.”

At his curse, she released him with a surprised gasp.

“No. Don’t stop. I like the way you touch me.”

Tentatively, she took him into her hand again. Then she felt his hands on her, opening the top buttons of her chemise so it easily slid over one shoulder, exposing one breast to his view. He bent his head down and licked his tongue over her nipple.

Her hand released him as she tried to deal with the new sensations crashing over her. His tongue felt warm and wet, the texture of it creating a delicious friction on her breast. Her nipple had turned hard and was aching for more. Viola threw her head back. When cool air blew against her skin, she realized that he’d pushed her chemise over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then she felt his hands on her drawers, ridding her of those as well. She should have felt embarrassment, yet she only felt the rioting sensations he urged through her body.

His mouth was suckling on her nipple, drawing it deep into his warmth. It created an equally strong ache between her legs, where she felt a warmth and wetness, something she’d never experienced before.

Viola dug her hands into his shoulders to keep from swaying, her balance impeded by his ministrations and her own body’s order to simply let go. Dante growled and lifted his head from her breast.

“No,” she protested, wanting more of what he was offering.

“Shh, my sweet.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. When he lowered them onto it, she felt the finality of her actions. A hint of panic struck her, and she stiffened.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Viola opened her eyes and looked at him. This was the man who was about to take her virginity and make her a woman before she died. She was scared, but she knew she needed this, needed to know what it meant to be a woman. Despite her fear, she forced herself to smile. “Nothing.”

Dante settled on top of her, spreading her thighs with his body. His hard shaft was poised at the apex of her thighs, where the throbbing ache she couldn’t describe was getting stronger.

“You get me so hot and so hard,” he pressed out, his jaw clenched as if he was exerting a strong force on something or someone. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Then she felt his thick cock at her entrance just before he pushed into her.





Chapter Five




Dante felt himself breach her barrier and froze when he heard Viola cry out.

“You’re a virgin?” He braced himself on his elbows, taking his weight off her. “You lied to me.” Fury coursed through him. The woman underneath him was no shy widow but a blushing virgin. No wonder she’d been so tentative when he’d first kissed her.

Viola averted his angry gaze. “Would you have done it if I’d told you I was a virgin?”

“Of course not.” He rolled off her with a huff. “I’m not in the business of deflowering innocents.”

“And neither are those men at the club, so I figured—”