Page 76 of Venice Vampyr: The Beginning

“He can.” Lorenzo smiled to himself. Who would have thought the gently raised daughter of a Venice merchant found such pleasure in the carnal arts when she should have no such knowledge in the first place? Had she perhaps been married and was now widowed?

He shook his head. It didn’t matter why she responded to him. He wasn’t interested in more than just slaking his lust with her. And if she enjoyed this, even better.

His fangs still itched for a bite, but fucking her in such a rough fashion had taken the edge off his need. However, the urge to take her blood hadn’t disappeared. Maybe a second fucking would put that need to rest. Only this time, he wanted slow and gentle, but he couldn’t change his position, couldn’t allow her to see his face. He knew his eyes were still glowing the way they always did when his need for blood was strong. And the sight of his fangs would frighten her and make her retreat.

Not that he didn’t like to fuck a woman from behind. He’d always loved it: the control, the view of her round cheeks, and the fact that he could reach deeper into her than in any other position.

“So, you like my cock?” Lorenzo asked, sliding back and forth in her in slow motion. Strangely enough, he wanted words of approval to come over her lips.

“Are you fishing for compliments?” she replied on a moan.

“Just answer the question.” He delivered a quick thrust to make his point: he was in charge, and that wouldn’t change.

Bianca panted. “Hard. Big. What else can a woman ask for?”

“You find me big?” Damn, he was turning into a hound for compliments. With his hand, he pushed the curtain of her hair aside so he could see her face. It was flushed, her cheeks rosy. The column of her graceful neck glistened with moisture, the scent of her clean sweat enticing him to approach.

He sank over her back, careful to keep his weight off her, and dipped his lips to her nape. As he brushed them against her heated skin, she shivered visible.

“Very big,” she whispered.

Lorenzo nibbled his way along her neck and traveled to her ear. Beautifully shaped and small, her ear was too much of a temptation not to taste. He pulled her earlobe between his lips and sucked.

Another sound of pleasure escaped her lips, making him smile while his cock jumped with joy, relentlessly pumping in and out of her. Her channel was slick and warm with their combined juices. Yet despite the plentiful lubrication, her sheath was gripping him tightly, her muscles relaxing on each inward stroke and squeezing him on each retreat.

“I like what your sweet cunt is doing to me.” The words were out before he could stop them. To a whore, he could talk like that, but not to a gently bred woman. Bianca would surely toss him off her back now.

“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—”