Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

Viola had a magic touch. At least, that’s how Dante perceived it. Her hand was firm yet gentle. Strong yet soft. She pumped his shaft masterfully, exerting the right pressure and speed, varying between long and short strokes, alternately squeezing hard, then merely running her fingers up and down his shaft. He loved everything she did.

Each caress drove him further toward insanity, because that’s what this was. It was insane allowing her to pleasure him like that when he knew it would ultimately lead to one thing: him plunging his cock into her soft folds. Which wasn’t what she wanted from him. She wanted soft and gentle, stroking and sucking, kissing and licking. And he would give her that, but when she stroked his cock like this, all he could think of was how it would feel if her cunt squeezed around him like that.

“Oh, God, Viola, I’m gonna come!” he cried out the moment the pressure in his balls built. Then his body bucked against her. His seed shot in the air and spread over her hand as well as his shirt and breeches. But she didn’t let go. She continued pumping him until the last of his spasms subsided.

With the last ounce of his strength, he pulled her against his chest and pressed a kiss in her hair. “Thank you.” He pressed her hard against him, not wanting to let go of the wonderful woman in his arms. She molded to him so naturally that he barely registered where he ended and she began.

“I liked that.” Viola’s voice warmed his heart.

“Not as much as I did.” He chuckled and felt a broad smile build on his face. Who’d ever said that virgins were useless in bed? It turned out that this almost-virgin was a much better student than he was a tutor.





Chapter Thirteen




“We can’t do that,” Viola protested and blushed.

“Of course we can. They won’t even know.” For the last three days and nights, Dante had barely left the house to feed, so drawn was he to spending time with the increasingly insatiable Viola. Now that he’d introduced her to the sensations her body was capable of, she seemingly couldn’t get enough of it. It was as if she was trying to soak it all up and store it away for lean times.

The only two things he hadn’t done was truly fuck her or allow her to suck him. With the former he feared scaring her away, and if she did the latter to him he’d never be able to control his body’s reaction. Besides, there was no reason for him to think that she even wanted to suck him. However, she seemed to want to know more about sex, so he’d decided to show her what others did. Since it excited her to watch him stroke himself, maybe she would enjoy watching another couple.

“Come, I think you might enjoy this. It can be very arousing to watch someone make love.”

He noticed her cheeks darkening even further. When she tried to lower her lashes to escape his gaze, he shelved her chin on his palm and made her look at him. “I will touch you while you watch.”

Her lips parted, and her pink tongue appeared, licking herself. He recognized how her pulse was racing now. Then she nodded slowly. “But I want to touch you too.”

Dante smiled and kissed her cute nose. “I should hope so.” He’d never been in such a good mood as long as he could remember. Somehow the chit brought out his lighter side.

A short while later, after he’d instructed her what to wear—or not to wear for that matter—he took her by the hand. On bare feet, they snuck into one of the small storage rooms to the side of his brother’s bedchamber. Years ago, Dante had discovered that the mirror over Raphael’s fireplace was translucent on the other side, allowing anyone who knew about it to spy on him. Dante had only discovered it because he’d been searching for an old book in the room. And he knew nobody else had access to it because he kept the only key.

Not that he would normally spy on his own brother. It held no interest for him, however, it would provide some titillation for Viola, and it would be in a safe environment.

When they entered the room, Dante locked the door behind them so they wouldn’t be disturbed. He noticed Viola’s look zero in on the pillows that lay on the raised wooden platform which had initially been built for storage.

Dante had made sure the area was clean and had spread sufficient pillows on it for both of them to be comfortable while watching Raphael and his wife.

When Viola opened her mouth to say something, Dante put his finger on her lips. “Shh. We have to be quiet. My brother has exceptionally good hearing.” All vampires did.

He led her up the four steps to the platform and pulled back a black curtain on the wall it was facing. The mirror behind it was a window into Raphael’s bedroom where his brother was undressing Isabella.

“Oh!” Viola gasped and turned away in embarrassment.

“They can’t see us,” Dante assured her.