Page 50 of Venice Vampyr: The Beginning

“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.

Hesitantly, she turned back and looked through the glass. Dante didn’t watch the goings on in Raphael’s room. Instead, he looked at Viola. He’d told her only to wear a corset, stockings and garters, and a dressing gown over it. And the dressing gown had only been so nobody would see her half-naked as they’d walked through the corridor.

He only wore a robe with not a stitch underneath. Already now, his cock was at full attention, and he hadn’t even freed her of her robe and admired her scantily clad body. He would take care of that right now.

Viola sat down, folding her legs underneath her, her eyes glued to the action in the other room. Dante cast a quick glance in the same direction and saw how Raphael laid the naked Isabella onto the bed while he stood at the edge of it, naked and hard.

Dante put his hands on Viola’s shoulders and tugged on the robe. Without coaxing, she undid the belt. He was sure she didn’t know what she was doing, so mesmerized was she by the sight in front of her.

Dante stripped her of the robe. The corset he’d given her to wear was only a half-corset: it reached from the top of her pubic hair to just below the swell of her breasts, effectively presenting them as if on a platter. For him. The matching black garter belt had lace strips running down her delightful ass cheeks. The lace strips held her stockings in place.

He put his hands to Viola’s hips and lifted her onto her knees so he could truly admire her enticing heart-shaped ass. His hands slid down to caress her, and a soft moan came from her lips.

He swept her long hair to one side, exposing her pale neck. Without haste, he stroked his fingers over the plump vein that pulsated underneath her silken skin. His lips longed for a taste and descended onto her flesh. He greeted Viola’s trembling with pure male satisfaction. To know that his touch excited her made him even harder than he already was.

“Whisper to me what you see.”

“I can’t.”

He kissed her neck, briefly pulling the soft skin into his mouth. Then he slid his hand down to her tempting ass and caressed her perfect cheeks. A hitched breath was her answer.