Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

“We can’t have that.”


An instant after her murmured response, Dante entered heaven. Instead of a first tentative lick against his cock, which he had expected, Viola closed her lips around him and slid down his entire length, capturing him within her warmth and wetness. Her moan bounced against his sensitive flesh, echoing his own. Her hand circled him around the base while she braced herself on his thigh with the other.

Dante cupped her head with his palms and steadied her gently without guiding her. He wanted her to suck him the way she wanted to: slow or fast, it didn’t matter to him. Already now, he knew that he wouldn’t last. His body was burning as if he’d stepped into the rays of the sun—but this was a pleasurable kind of fire. A fire he’d never felt before. Warming, coaxing, comforting. Not the fire that destroyed, but the fire that nurtured.

He recognized that it was Viola, who stoked that fire in him and kindled that flame: with her tongue licking up and down his shaft, her lips sucking hard, her fingers moving up and down in concert with her mouth. She gave him softness and warmth. As for the desire he felt for her? He knew now that it would only grow with time rather than diminish. He could never let her go.

“Viola,” he cried out. “I need you.” It didn’t matter how young she was and how inexperienced. All that mattered was that in her arms he felt whole.

Dante looked at her face. Her eyes were closed as if she truly loved what she was doing to him. He couldn’t tear himself away from the sight of his cock disappearing between her red lips, then reappearing when she withdrew. “I’ve never felt this good.”

For every other woman his words would have been spoken as an encouragement to suck him harder, but all he wanted to tell Viola was that she was bringing him to his knees. When she moved her hand and cupped his balls as gently as could be, he took one deep breath, knowing it would be his last before his climax ripped through him.

“I’m coming,” he rasped out, trying to pull out of her mouth. To his surprise, she kept her mouth firmly lodged around him. He exploded inside her and felt her swallow his seed. Not a single drop spilled from her lips.

As soon as he had his breath back, he pulled her up and into his lap, covering her swollen lips with his and plunging his tongue into her to show her how much this meant to him. He was breathless when he released her.

Dante rested his forehead against hers, trying to slow his racing heart, but it didn’t slow down. Too much excitement was pumping through his veins, too many realizations hitting him all at once. “Viola?”

“Dante.” His name rolled off her lips like a caress.

Whatever he’d wanted to say disappeared. Only one thought prevailed. “Marry me.”





Chapter Seventeen




Viola scrambled off his lap, her eyes wide in shock as if he’d said something truly frightening. Her mouth gaped open as she took a few steps back, her arm stretched out as if trying to push him away. Was she?

“Viola,” he ground out while jerking up his trousers and rising from his chair.

“No, please. I don’t believe—you can’t—”

“Dante, there you are.” At the voice, Dante swiveled on his heels and saw his friend Lorenzo enter the room. When Lorenzo’s gaze fell on him and then on Viola, he bowed briefly. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Dante could see him inhale and knew that by now he would have picked up the scent of sex in the air. It still hung heavy in the room. When Lorenzo’s eyes flickered in interest, Dante shot him a warning glare. The lascivious suggestion that had clearly been on his friend’s lips, died instantly.

At least one disaster was averted, because having his friend suggest they share Viola for an hour of unadulterated fun was not going to happen. Yes, he and Lorenzo had shared plenty of women—and in every conceivable way possible—yet there was no way in hell he’d allow another man to put his paws on Viola. Not even his best friend.

Dante cleared his throat. Lorenzo’s interruption couldn’t have come at a worse time. Hell, he’d proposed to Viola, something he thought he’d never do until the words had actually spilled from his lips. And by the looks of it, she didn’t believe he was serious. But he was.

“Lorenzo, I see you can still smooth talk your way around my servants to allow you in even when I’m occupied with more important things.”

Lorenzo approached with a smile. “If I didn’t, I would rarely see you. Where have you been the entire week? Nobody’s seen you.”

Dante glanced back at Viola, who stood at the fireplace, her expression blank. He raked a long look over her. “I was occupied with more important things.” He paused and locked eyes with her. “Much more important things.”