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“Why would you worship God when you can just worship me, my love?”
I stroked Domenico’s bare chest with my index finger and looked up at him with the most angelic look I could muster in the sunlight.
He smiled. “I do worship you, Dark Mother.”
His fingertip skittered up and down my back, sending tingles down my thighs to the tips of my toes. Electricity, something I’d never felt before. I craved it, and I looked forward to the times he would worship my body with more.
“I worshipped every inch of your body last night, and I ate your pussy like it was divine desert.”
I shivered at the memory. “Do it again.”
He was handsome when he smiled, one small dimple on his left cheek. His stubble was black and gray, and I loved the feeling of it on my thighs as he licked and nibbled me.
Domenico disappeared below the covers, kissing down my body until my back bowed, and I sighed. “You better make it quick, I don’t know how long the side effects from my blood will last.”
I squealed as he spread me wide, one rough hand on my thigh, the other on my lips. Nudging one finger inside me, then two, until I’m hissing his name and bucking my hips. He steadied me with the hand that was on my thigh, now gripping my hip. The flat of his tongue glides over my clit, and I am molten lava again, lighting up my core. The pressure building behind my needy cunt, as he sucked me off, working my insides at the same time, bumping that tight spot that ached to be stroked.
“Like heaven. You taste like fucking heaven.”
The pulse behind my clit spread deep into my hips, and the bubble growing inside me burst, and I came in waves over his fingers. I didn’t ever want this feeling to stop, I wanted to fuck all day, every day. Wrapped in a cocoon of pleasure and euphoria created by our two bodies.
A loud knock on the door jolted me from my sexual haze. Domenico lifted his head from the blanket. “I’m getting ready. I’ll be there soon.”
“It’s me. I need to speak to you,” Dante said from the other side of the door.
I wrapped the sheet around myself, moving to the edge of the bed to grab my robes. Domenico’s hand blocked me, and he smiled as he pushed me back down to sit. A thrill ran through me, maybe he would invite his brother into bed with us and allow me to fuck them together. Or maybe he just wanted to watch me fuck his brother…the possibilities were endless. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Stay, just like that. Let the sheet fall below your breasts. They are so beautiful; I want him to see.”
I did as I’m told, the wetness still between my thighs, a mixture of Domenico’s spit and my arousal. My nipples tightened at the thought.
Domenico opened the door, and Dante stood in the doorframe, frozen, as I was revealed to him behind the swing of the door.
“I…um…I have news for you, Dom.”
I could see the pleasure Dom received from this all over his face. The smugness never left, and he looked back toward me as if he wanted me to do something.
If he wanted a show…I would give him a show.
I rose from the sheets, completely nude and on display for Dante to see. His jaw nearly hits the floor, his cheeks flushed under his dark beard. The robes he wore were black, so I couldn’t tell if I had an arousing effect on him. I reached down to my breast, pushing my long hair back over my shoulder, so he could see the rosy peak as I pinched it.
Breast still in hand, I moved to the edge of the bed, straightening my leg and stepping onto the floor. One step, two steps and by three, I am nearly toe to toe with him.
He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling quickly, and that’s when I saw his pulse beating. He was aroused, or maybe he was just scared. Those emotions invoked the same feeling. I stood on my tip toes, reaching his ear. “Have you ever tasted a woman’s pussy?”
I leaned back, and he was silent, still, but shook his head slowly. Reaching down between my legs, I gathered the wetness on my fingertips and brought it to his mouth. He opened, tongue wagging. I giggled, wiping the wetness on his tongue, and his eyes rolled back.
He hit the ground rather softly. Domenico was not the least concerned, only amused.
“You made the poor bastard faint!” He laughed, kicking at his brother’s unmoving foot.
I covered my mouth demurely with the same hand I assaulted Dante’s mouth with. Domenico pulled me into his chest, squeezing me tightly and sucking the fingers I’d feigned remorse with. I groaned as he bit me, the warmth trickling down to my collarbone as he licked at each drop, sending my body into shivers. He was inside me in an instant, and I rode him with fury as I watched his brother pretend to be asleep on the floor beside us.
My body was no longer my own; we were one. My orgasms belonged to Domenico now, and the bloodlust we shared only solidified our bond. I smiled to myself, becoming lost under his fevered kisses, until I heard someone whisper, “Whore witch.”
Pierre, Dante’s right-hand man, watched us move together but not before sweeping a heavy glare over the length of my body.
Domenico’s head snapped toward the insult, hissing at the man in the shadowed doorway. His black, hooded cloak floating behind him as he disappeared.
