Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

“You mean this?” Her interior muscles squeezed him even tighter.

Surprise rippled through him, quickly followed by delight. Bianca didn’t mind him talking dirty. Could he push his luck even further, getting them both even more aroused—if that was possible—by sharing his fantasies with her?

“Darling, where did you learn such tricks?”

Suddenly, she stiffened and stilled her movements. Her hands reached backwards, trying to push him away, but he wouldn’t allow his cock to leave her and held her down. “Let me go.”

“What’s wrong? I thought we were getting along just fine.” To emphasize his point, he thrust harder into her, increasing his rhythm.

“I don’t want any more of this.”

Something was seriously wrong. From one second to another, his passionate vixen had turned cold on him. And he was going to get to the bottom of why, even if that meant pulling out of her and interrupting the race to his next orgasm.

Lorenzo lifted himself off her, but before Bianca could scramble off the bed, he turned her onto her back and cradled her in his arms, not allowing her to leave.

“Let go!”

“Shh.” He stroked his hand over her back, sliding it down to her cute ass and pressing her against him. Her generous breasts flattened against the hard planes of his chest. Lorenzo enjoyed the feel of Bianca in his arms more than he’d ever enjoyed cradling a woman before. He attributed the feeling to the anticipation his cock exhibited at the thought of fucking her again once he’d figured out why she suddenly wanted to leave his bed. “What did I do?”

Pressing her head against his neck, he made sure she couldn’t look at his face, not that she seemed to want to look at him at the moment.

“Nothing, now let go of me.” She made another attempt at getting out of his hold, but he only pressed her tighter to him, sliding one leg between her thighs, his cock digging into her soft stomach. Her breath hitched, and he knew he’d won: she wouldn’t leave his bed.

“You were all hot for more. So tell me what I did to change your mind, and I’ll make it up to you.” He sure could think of a few things to pacify her.

Lorenzo slid his hand into her lush hair and buried it there, enjoying the silken softness of her tresses. It smelled sweet, and he sank his face into them, letting himself be engulfed by her enticing scent. He breathed in deeply, taking her essence into his lungs. His cock stiffened further, sending little sensual charges through his body. How simply holding this woman in his arms could send him to such heights was beyond his comprehension. She was a treasure he wanted to plunder over and over again.

“There’s no need to treat me like a whore!” Finally, Bianca response came, and even though he didn’t like what he heard, he preferred it to her silence.

“I didn’t treat you like a whore. If you remember, I asked you to leave so I wouldn’t ravish you, but you left me no—”

“I’m not talking about that.”

“Then what are you talking about?” Despite the fact that he suspected what this was about, he wanted to hear it from her. He wasn’t good an interpreting women, and he wasn’t about to start trying now.

“You were implying that I’m a whore.”

Lorenzo tilted her head up to him, knowing his fangs had receded completely by now. When he locked eyes with her, he clearly saw the hurt sitting deep inside her. “I did no such thing.”

“You asked where I’d learned to …” Her voice trailed off as if she was too embarrassed to talk about what she’d done.

“To squeeze my cock like that?” He smiled down at her, then brushed his lips against hers. “I liked that. A lot. And I didn’t mean anything else by it.”

“You didn’t?” Disbelief still colored her voice.

“No. I only meant to compliment you and show my appreciation. It’s rare that I find a woman who can truly please me.” He paused for a moment, stealing another sweet kiss. “And you please me.”

Lorenzo surprised himself by how soft and tender he suddenly felt toward her. Minutes ago, he’d been randy as a sailor and about as refined as a bunch of hoodlums on a rampage. Yet now he wanted Bianca to understand him. He told himself that it was merely so he could continue fucking her, but even his own mind called him a liar. Deep down in the dark folds of his psyche, something long forgotten reared its head. He didn’t want to know what it was and pushed it away before his inner eye could set its sight on it and acknowledge its existence. No, he couldn’t let himself feel what he’d felt long ago. There was too much danger in that thought.