Page 73 of Venice Vampyr: The Beginning

Lorenzo’s fangs itched for a bite, for a taste of her sweet blood. But not yet.

He lowered his head to her exposed breast and planted open-mouthed kisses along her skin, nibbling his way to the center, where her rosy nipple waited for him as he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, making sure it remained as hard as he liked it.

Lorenzo pressed her against the bookcase at her back, rattling a few volumes, as his lips closed around the tasty little bud and sucked. He opened his mouth wider to take more of her flesh between his lips. How a woman like Bianca wasn’t flat on her back being devoured by countless men twenty-four hours a day was beyond his comprehension. If she were his, she’d never leave his bed. She’d never get dressed.

As his left hand went for her other breast, he was unable to control his vampire strength. The fabric ripped, making her bodice gape open in the middle. His lips went for her second breast before she could even voice a protest if she’d wanted to. As he sucked the tit into his mouth and licked its responsive peak, his hands ripped her dress further.

He needed to feel her, to touch her silken skin, to kiss her naked body.

Bianca’s hands stroked his chest and tugged on his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. Lorenzo rid himself of it without thought. All he did was moan his pleasure at the feeling of those soft hands on his naked skin, touching him, exploring him.

When her palm suddenly cupped his erection through his trousers, he ripped his mouth from her willing tit. Using all his strength, he forced his vampire side back below the surface, his control weaker than it had ever been. Never had sex made him struggle with controlling his vampire powers like this. If he didn’t get himself under control quickly, she would realize what he was.

There was only one way for him to regain his control: by taking control of her and slaking the lust that currently careened through his body like a carriage whose horses were charging toward a ravine. Lorenzo’s heart raced in concert with those beasts as if wanting to outrun them.

Perspiration had already built on his face and neck, and now rivulets of sweat cascaded down his ripped chest despite the coolness of the room and the lack of a fire in the study. Bianca’s body had more fire than he’d ever need to warm himself. Her heat was contagious. Her wanton behavior and her willingness to let him rip her dress to shreds without any protest spilling over her lips, was something that would have appalled decent society.

But decent wasn’t what Lorenzo wanted. The more indecent, the more likely he could take what he needed from her. His body ached physically from trying to hold back the monster inside him. The pain his cock experienced wasn’t any less severe. Straining heavy against his breeches, the buttons of his flap dug into his flesh. The pain of it was the only thing holding back his orgasm. And he wasn’t even inside her yet.

Lorenzo gulped down air when he suddenly felt both her hands on his breeches, releasing the top button. His cock rejoiced at the prospect of feeling her hot hands on him. “Yes,” he mumbled. “Take me out.”

Moments later, Bianca freed his shaft and wrapped her hands around his hard flesh. For a few seconds, all he could do was breathe, trying not to think of what she was doing for fear it would snap his control entirely. His hand shot to hers, stilling her movements before she could complete her stroking motion.

As he lifted his head from her breasts and looked at her flushed face, he realized she was as mesmerized as he was. Her lids were at half-mast, her lower lip pulled in between her lips, held there by her beautiful white teeth. A shimmer of sweat glistened on her skin, more than any lady would ever want to be seen with. Yet Bianca made no attempt at hiding her excitement.

Unable to resist the woman who so firmly held his cock in her hands, he captured her lips again and held nothing back. Like an ancient Roman, he conquered, cutting down walls that never existed, flatting the territory he claimed. She welcomed him with more enthusiasm and skill than any well-bred young woman should have.

Releasing her hands, Lorenzo lifted her into his arms, ignoring the way she stroked his eager cock. Clutching her to him, he swept the desk clean with one hand, paper and writing implements scattering to the floor, before he laid her on her back, spreading her legs apart as he stepped back.

One last rip and the dress was now in two pieces. His hungry eyes devoured the sumptuous feast before him. Creamy flesh, lush curves, deep valleys. Yet, one valley was still covered by her drawers. He snagged the thin white fabric between his fingers and tore. The sound of ripping fabric echoed in the study. Only Bianca’s breathing was louder.

As he pulled the fabric away from her skin and exposed her beautiful cunt, memories of the night before flooded his mind. Her taste, the smell, the way she’d twisted and flexed underneath him. Only this time, he’d explore her body in a different way—much deeper.

Lorenzo leaned over her, pushing back the hair from her neck and sunk his lips onto her pulse. It fluttered in an excited tattoo, tap-tap-tap, faster, and ever faster. As he kissed her neck, his cock settled at her core. His hips moved back and forth, letting his erection slide over her center. With every slide against her flesh, his control moved one iota closer to snapping.

He had no patience for a long, drawn-out loving making session. Next time, he’d fuck her slowly, but this time, he had to take her fast. Next time? He wasn’t planning a next time. He shouldn’t, yet his body didn’t seem to agree with his mind in this case. One time wasn’t enough.

Good, twice then, he conceded as he fought with himself. He’d fuck her twice, right here, right now. Drawing his hips back, he brought his cock in line with her cunt and pushed forward. With one powerful thrust he seated himself in her tight channel as her muscles gripped him and her juices drenched him.

“Fuck!” he ground out, clenching his jaw. There’d been no barrier, a fact he’d guessed from the way she’d opened her legs for him: not like a shy virgin, but like a woman who knew what was coming. He welcomed the knowledge that she wasn’t a virgin. At least that meant he could fuck her hard, because that was what he needed.

His shaft slammed into her, and Bianca let out a moan which was drowned out by an ever more powerful groan coming from him. In a frantic rhythm his cock set for him, he withdrew, then thrust into her again, her legs around his hips aiding the movements when she twined her feet behind his back, locking him in.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust, up and down, side to side. Lorenzo sank his lips onto them, alternately sucking her nipples and licking her flesh. But if he’d thought by fucking her, he’d gain back control over his vampire side, he was mistaken.

His fangs lengthened, making it impossible to keep the sharp tips hidden in his mouth. They pushed past his lips and nudged against her plump tits. Lorenzo worked his hips frantically, driving his aching cock in and out of her in the hope his release would help him gain control, but the more he fucked her, the more her warm sheath cradled him, the less he was able to exercise control.

Her fingernails raked over his back, holding him firmly to her, and her heels dug into his backside, pushing him deeper inside her with every thrust. Her hips gyrated against his, and the sounds of pleasure that left her lips could not be drowned out by anything but the sound of blood rushing from his fangs down into his throat.

He needed her blood. Now. Only then would he find true release with her. The realization hit him like a ship slamming into a pier.

His fangs scraped against the pink flesh of her tits, grazing her. A drop of blood appeared on her skin. It was miniscule, yet its potency was undeniable.

“Lorenzo, now, please,” she mumbled, slamming her hips into him, grabbing his ass with her hands to force him to plunge deeper.

With a roar, he jerked back. No! If he continued, he’d suck her dry, his control all but vanished. Despite Bianca’s hands and legs gripping him tightly, he pulled out of her and averted his eyes, tilting his head away from her.

Her protest was instant. “Please, don’t stop. Not now.”