Page 51 of Venice Vampyr: The Beginning

“Please, tell me what you see.”

He felt her heart beat frantically. “He’s spreading her legs. Wide.” Her voice was low, huskier than he’d ever heard her.

“I want you to spread your legs too,” he ordered.

She moved her knees apart. Instantly, the aroma of her arousal became stronger, teasing his nostrils in the most enticing fashion. His hand dropped between her thighs and reached forward.

“He’s in between her legs, and he’s … he’s slamming into her. Oh God!”

Dante slid his finger along her drenched folds, coating himself in her rich cream. Then he reached forward and circled her pearl. She whimpered, her body starting to tremble again.

“He’s going back and forth, and she, she … likes it.” There was confusion in her voice as if Viola hadn’t expected Isabella’s reaction to her husband’s touch.

Dante pulled his hand away from her pearl and teased her wet slit with his fingers, sliding along the warm flesh in long and slow strokes, bathing himself in her honey.

“Yes, she likes her husband’s hard cock inside her, filling her, stretching her tight channel. Does she want more? Is she encouraging him?”

He felt Viola nod. “Yes, she’s holding onto his hips. She’s pulling him toward her. She wants more. Deeper. Harder.” Every word came in a pant. Viola’s body moved rhythmically against his hand. “Deeper, harder,” she chanted.

At her words, Dante lost his control. Without thinking, he slid his finger deep into her. She bucked against him as if she wanted more. A mumbled “deeper” startled him, but he complied. Pulling back his finger, he plunged inside again. Her channel was even tighter than he’d expected and infinitely more tempting than anything else he’d ever been offered.

Dante drove into her again and again while his other hand captured one breast and pinched her hard nipple.

Viola cried out and threw her head back. “More. Yes, she loves his cock.” Her words sounded as if she was delirious. “She wants to be filled. Stretched.”

Then he understood. She was pretending to be somebody else so she could demand what she wanted. “Does she want his cock inside her?” he asked and held his breath. Would she want his cock?

Viola panted heavily. Her pulse raced. “She wants his big cock to fill her.”

“Is she sure that’s what she wants? His cock inside her?” Dante continued to fuck his finger in and out of her, increasing his rhythm, not wanting her to come out of her trance-like state. Stretching her to prepare her for the invasion of his cock.

“Yes.”

At her answer, Dante nudged her forward and pressed her into the pillows. Then he dislodged his finger from her cunt and spread her legs. The sight of her beautiful round ass tilted up, giving him a perfect view of her glistening petals, nearly robbed him of his control. He ripped his robe off his body and settled between her thighs, his cock rampant and ready.

“Now,” she whispered. “She needs his cock now.”

She was spread out before him for his pleasure. He couldn’t wait any longer. Dante nudged his cock forward, pushing her moist fold apart. “More.”

“Everything,” he mumbled. “I’ll give you everything.” And then slowly, without haste, he drove into her. Her channel stretched, accommodating him, yet squeezing him like a tight glove at the same time. This was what heaven was like.

When he was balls deep inside her, she gasped. He stilled his movement and watched for her reaction.

Viola turned her head and looked back at him. “Dante,” was all she said, but the way she said it with her breath rushing from her lungs, her lips glistening, her cheeks flushed, he knew everything would be alright. Her eyes confirmed it. The desire in them was undeniable.

“Viola, my sweet.”

He sliced into her, and for a few agonizing seconds he thought he’d spill instantly. But he couldn’t allow that, because he needed more from her than just a quick romp. He needed to look into her eyes and kiss her, know that she saw him, that she knew it was him, who made love to her.

Dante pulled himself out of her, ignoring her disappointed sigh, and rolled her onto her back before he thrust back into her. “I need to see you.”

Not giving her a second’s reprieve, he kissed her red lips and angled his head to capture more of her. She responded to him by stroking her tongue against his, inviting him into the delicious caverns of her mouth.

Chapter Fourteen

Dante’s kiss brought her back to reality, and for once, reality was more beautiful than her fantasy. This was not like the coupling she’d experienced with him that first night in the dingy inn he’d taken her to. Neither was this like the things they’d done over the last three days, the touching, kissing, caressing. This was everything and more.

This time, Viola felt no pain. Her body accepted him, the moisture that had already oozed from her channel allowing him easy entry despite his impressive girth. And he’d taken his time, slowly inching forward as if he’d been ready to pull out the moment she voiced a concern. But it had been perfect.