Page 54 of Venice Vampyr: The Beginning

When her gaze dropped to his crotch, he almost choked. She’d never sucked him. He’d never demanded it, never asked despite all the things they’d done in and out of bed. Somehow, he’d always felt she wasn’t ready for it. Yet, she seemed ready now.

“You want to do this?”

She nodded.

“Here?”

Another nod.

“Now?”

His cock surged and pressed against his breeches, desperate to be let out of its confines. He ripped the first button open. Then her hand stopped him.

“Let me do it.”

Dante let his head fall against the backrest of his armchair and exhaled. “Why now?” He felt as if he’d died and gone to heaven.

“I want to give you something you never asked for.”

He stroked his palm over her face and slid his thumb across her lips. “You know you don’t have to do that.” But he wanted it. By God, how he wanted to feel her lips around his cock.

Viola eased the remaining buttons open and freed his hard shaft. “You’re beautiful.”

Her breath whispered against his naked skin, caressing him, teasing him. He watched her wrap her small hand around him and shifted in his seat to shove his breeches further down, allowing her better access not just to his cock but also his balls. She helped him pull the fabric down to his ankles so he could spread his thighs wide, opening himself up to her.

When she shifted closer and leaned over his groin, he let out a moan.

She giggled. “I haven’t even started.”

“I know, my sweet, but you have no idea what the power of suggestion can do to a man. If you don’t take me into your beautiful mouth soon, I’m going to come without you even touching me.”

“We can’t have that.”

An instant after her murmured response, Dante entered heaven. Instead of a first tentative lick against his cock, which he had expected, Viola closed her lips around him and slid down his entire length, capturing him within her warmth and wetness. Her moan bounced against his sensitive flesh, echoing his own. Her hand circled him around the base while she braced herself on his thigh with the other.

Dante cupped her head with his palms and steadied her gently without guiding her. He wanted her to suck him the way she wanted to: slow or fast, it didn’t matter to him. Already now, he knew that he wouldn’t last. His body was burning as if he’d stepped into the rays of the sun—but this was a pleasurable kind of fire. A fire he’d never felt before. Warming, coaxing, comforting. Not the fire that destroyed, but the fire that nurtured.

He recognized that it was Viola, who stoked that fire in him and kindled that flame: with her tongue licking up and down his shaft, her lips sucking hard, her fingers moving up and down in concert with her mouth. She gave him softness and warmth. As for the desire he felt for her? He knew now that it would only grow with time rather than diminish. He could never let her go.

“Viola,” he cried out. “I need you.” It didn’t matter how young she was and how inexperienced. All that mattered was that in her arms he felt whole.

Dante looked at her face. Her eyes were closed as if she truly loved what she was doing to him. He couldn’t tear himself away from the sight of his cock disappearing between her red lips, then reappearing when she withdrew. “I’ve never felt this good.”

For every other woman his words would have been spoken as an encouragement to suck him harder, but all he wanted to tell Viola was that she was bringing him to his knees. When she moved her hand and cupped his balls as gently as could be, he took one deep breath, knowing it would be his last before his climax ripped through him.

“I’m coming,” he rasped out, trying to pull out of her mouth. To his surprise, she kept her mouth firmly lodged around him. He exploded inside her and felt her swallow his seed. Not a single drop spilled from her lips.

As soon as he had his breath back, he pulled her up and into his lap, covering her swollen lips with his and plunging his tongue into her to show her how much this meant to him. He was breathless when he released her.

Dante rested his forehead against hers, trying to slow his racing heart, but it didn’t slow down. Too much excitement was pumping through his veins, too many realizations hitting him all at once. “Viola?”

“Dante.” His name rolled off her lips like a caress.

Whatever he’d wanted to say disappeared. Only one thought prevailed. “Marry me.”

Chapter Seventeen

Viola scrambled off his lap, her eyes wide in shock as if he’d said something truly frightening. Her mouth gaped open as she took a few steps back, her arm stretched out as if trying to push him away. Was she?