Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

Waves of pleasure poured through her, obliterating everything else in her mind. Only when she felt a widening and stretching of her channel did she realize that Lorenzo’s cock was back inside her, riding her hard and fast. Her muscles gripped him, not wanting him to leave her again.

His deep groan and the tensing of his body signaled the loss of his control. A moment later, the warmth of his seed flooded her. And for once in her life, she didn’t force him out of her, didn’t care about the precautions she should have taken to prevent conception. For once in her life, she welcomed her lover’s seed with a greed she couldn’t explain with anything but madness. Because it was madness to allow this stranger to take her to such heights and make her submit to him like she’d never submitted to any man.





Chapter Eleven




As the last ripples of his orgasm ebbed, Lorenzo felt his fangs retreat by a fraction. They’d descended the moment Bianca had stepped into the chamber. He’d been forced to hide them from her by taking her from behind when more than anything he’d wanted to see her face when he made her come.

“Do you still cling to your previous opinion, Signorina?”

The woman had the audacity to chuckle at his question. Lorenzo dug his hands into her hair and lifted her head from the pillows without dislodging his cock from her soft cave. He wasn’t ready to leave that pleasurable channel for a while. Besides, he was still as rock-hard as earlier and needed to get off once more to regain control over his body.

“Do not toy with me, Signorina. As you can see, savage things happen when you provoke me.”

“Lorenzo, don’t you think it’s time you called me by my given name?” She paused and let out a delightful, soft sigh. “Considering you’re still inside me and clearly eager for a repeat.”

Lorenzo withdrew from her sheath until only his bulbous head was still inside her. Then, painstakingly slowly, he sliced back into her, his movement slow and measured this time. “Not such a useless lover after all, hmm?” Then he tried out her name. “Bianca.” And the way it rolled off his tongue and over his lips felt good.

She pulled forward, making his cock slide half-way out before she pushed back into his loins, taking him deep. “Very useful, particularly if he can do this again so soon.”

“He can.” Lorenzo smiled to himself. Who would have thought the gently raised daughter of a Venice merchant found such pleasure in the carnal arts when she should have no such knowledge in the first place? Had she perhaps been married and was now widowed?

He shook his head. It didn’t matter why she responded to him. He wasn’t interested in more than just slaking his lust with her. And if she enjoyed this, even better.

His fangs still itched for a bite, but fucking her in such a rough fashion had taken the edge off his need. However, the urge to take her blood hadn’t disappeared. Maybe a second fucking would put that need to rest. Only this time, he wanted slow and gentle, but he couldn’t change his position, couldn’t allow her to see his face. He knew his eyes were still glowing the way they always did when his need for blood was strong. And the sight of his fangs would frighten her and make her retreat.

Not that he didn’t like to fuck a woman from behind. He’d always loved it: the control, the view of her round cheeks, and the fact that he could reach deeper into her than in any other position.

“So, you like my cock?” Lorenzo asked, sliding back and forth in her in slow motion. Strangely enough, he wanted words of approval to come over her lips.

“Are you fishing for compliments?” she replied on a moan.

“Just answer the question.” He delivered a quick thrust to make his point: he was in charge, and that wouldn’t change.

Bianca panted. “Hard. Big. What else can a woman ask for?”

“You find me big?” Damn, he was turning into a hound for compliments. With his hand, he pushed the curtain of her hair aside so he could see her face. It was flushed, her cheeks rosy. The column of her graceful neck glistened with moisture, the scent of her clean sweat enticing him to approach.

He sank over her back, careful to keep his weight off her, and dipped his lips to her nape. As he brushed them against her heated skin, she shivered visible.

“Very big,” she whispered.

Lorenzo nibbled his way along her neck and traveled to her ear. Beautifully shaped and small, her ear was too much of a temptation not to taste. He pulled her earlobe between his lips and sucked.

Another sound of pleasure escaped her lips, making him smile while his cock jumped with joy, relentlessly pumping in and out of her. Her channel was slick and warm with their combined juices. Yet despite the plentiful lubrication, her sheath was gripping him tightly, her muscles relaxing on each inward stroke and squeezing him on each retreat.

“I like what your sweet cunt is doing to me.” The words were out before he could stop them. To a whore, he could talk like that, but not to a gently bred woman. Bianca would surely toss him off her back now.