Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

A shiver went through her when he responded to her by angling his head and urging her mouth to open wider. His exploration was gentle at first. Licking and stroking, he found his way, dancing with her tongue and teasing white hot sensations from her body. She was on fire.

As an experienced courtesan, she knew how to please men, and she knew how to fake her reactions to them, but with Lorenzo she didn’t need to fake any of her reactions. On the contrary, she would have had difficulty hiding them from him. Her body wasn’t her own anymore. Under the ministrations of his talented lips, every part of her body became alive with desires she’d never voiced. Desires which were only intensified with the press of his cock against her. For the first time in her life, she wanted to let herself go and respond to a man without pretense, without lies, and without holding back.





Chapter Nine




Bianca was even more pliable in his arms than the night before. It did nothing to assuage Lorenzo’s need to have her underneath him. It only fueled his desire for her. His brain had long switched off. In fact, the moment her tears had fallen and he’d taken her into his arms and felt her warmth, he’d been unable to think through his next actions. Now it was too late.

Her kiss was pure abandon, her hands in his hair an unexpected delight. And those voluptuous breasts that were crushed against his chest? They were too tempting not to touch. Without interrupting his kiss, Lorenzo drew back slightly to slide one hand over her torso and cup one breast.

She moaned into his mouth, and he soaked up her excitement, allowing her to get comfortable with his touch before he slid his thumb over the center of her breast. The nipple he encountered through the fabric was hard and stood at attention. Just how he liked it.

Eager for more, he tugged on her dress. A ripping sound alerted him to the fact that he’d been too rough and torn her bodice. But the reward was too sweet to regret the action. Lorenzo freed one breast from its confines and settled it in his palm, cradling the soft flesh as his thumb slid over the hard nipple once more.

A strangled gasp from her lips made him interrupt his kiss to take in a breath. Bianca arched her head back, thrusting her breasts closer to him. Her eyes were closed, and her lips looked swollen from his kiss. Red, moist, and sinful. His gaze dropped to her neck which she so obligingly offered to him. As if she knew what he wanted.

Lorenzo’s fangs itched for a bite, for a taste of her sweet blood. But not yet.

He lowered his head to her exposed breast and planted open-mouthed kisses along her skin, nibbling his way to the center, where her rosy nipple waited for him as he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, making sure it remained as hard as he liked it.

Lorenzo pressed her against the bookcase at her back, rattling a few volumes, as his lips closed around the tasty little bud and sucked. He opened his mouth wider to take more of her flesh between his lips. How a woman like Bianca wasn’t flat on her back being devoured by countless men twenty-four hours a day was beyond his comprehension. If she were his, she’d never leave his bed. She’d never get dressed.

As his left hand went for her other breast, he was unable to control his vampire strength. The fabric ripped, making her bodice gape open in the middle. His lips went for her second breast before she could even voice a protest if she’d wanted to. As he sucked the tit into his mouth and licked its responsive peak, his hands ripped her dress further.

He needed to feel her, to touch her silken skin, to kiss her naked body.

Bianca’s hands stroked his chest and tugged on his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. Lorenzo rid himself of it without thought. All he did was moan his pleasure at the feeling of those soft hands on his naked skin, touching him, exploring him.

When her palm suddenly cupped his erection through his trousers, he ripped his mouth from her willing tit. Using all his strength, he forced his vampire side back below the surface, his control weaker than it had ever been. Never had sex made him struggle with controlling his vampire powers like this. If he didn’t get himself under control quickly, she would realize what he was.

There was only one way for him to regain his control: by taking control of her and slaking the lust that currently careened through his body like a carriage whose horses were charging toward a ravine. Lorenzo’s heart raced in concert with those beasts as if wanting to outrun them.