The Love of Vincenzo: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) (10 page)

I raised my brow, trying to imagine her reaction the first
time she had stepped inside that place.

Knowing exactly what I must be thinking, she chuckled. 
“Yes, it was quite a lot to take in.  I was rather taken aback by the things I
saw there, and yet there was a larger part of me that was most intrigued. 
Never having had much of a sex life to speak of, there were so many things of
which I had always been curious…”

“So you were married before, then?”

“Yes.  I was very young.  Benito was a good man.  He
provided for us.  But I had never known love with him.”  She paused, laying her
hand upon my heart.  “Not like this. 
True
love,
passionate
love.”

It was then I perceived the true sorrow she still carried
was due to the loss of her child.

“Still, that was a long time ago…” she sighed, trying her best
to cover any hint of residual sadness.  “I shall forever be grateful for
Sanguelascivia
,
for it led me to you.” 

I smiled as I pulled her closer to me.

“Me too,” I agreed.  “If only life could have brought us
together via another path.”

“Oh Vincenzo, it matters not,” Giuliana countered.  “What
matters is that we are together now, and nothing shall separate us again!”

I could not help but beam in her positive presence.  More
than anything, I wanted to give more to her, give
something
back to her
after all she had added to my life.

Without thinking first, I blurted out, “Perhaps one day, we
will have a child of our own.”

Staring up at me in shock, she quickly replied, “Vincenzo! 
We cannot.  Our relationship must be kept secret, lest we be left with no place
to live!”

“Yes, right… of course,” I quickly amended.  “Regardless, I
shall be the happiest man on Earth so long as I have my Giuliana right here
with me.”  I kissed her tenderly upon those lips to further convey the depth of
my feelings for her.

“And so shall I be, my Vincenzo.”

The moment overtaking me, I blurted out, “Marry me,
Giuliana!  Be my wife!”  Even though my proposition had not been planned, that
did not diminish the value of it. 

I could think of nothing I wanted more.

Giuliana looked to me, clearly astonished.  “But Vincenzo,
you know that is not possible…”

“Anything is possible, I know that now,” I assured her with
an expressive kiss.  “And I want to know that you are mine, that you truly
belong to
me
.  Let us go right now and be wed in secret!”

Her responding smile, seconded by her fervent kiss, made me
the happiest man that ever walked the Earth.

“As I lay there being taken by two men, my orgasm
swept through me, yet it was for another who had pleasured me only in the realm
of my mind.”

G
iuliana never dreamed
life would lead her to where she is now— serving as a sex performer and blood
courtesan in the swanky vampire theatre
Sanguelascivia
in Venice,
Italy.  Some days, she hates to admit, she loves her job— what woman wouldn’t
enjoy being sexually pleasured in a variety of new ways every day?  She has
been serviced by some of the most mouthwatering men she has ever laid eyes on. 

And
still other days, she cannot believe she has lowered herself to this.  Then
there are the Vampire patrons to whom she is expected to submit and entertain
privately after the shows.  Her life at
Sanguelascivia
is in severe
contrast to the simple life she once knew with her husband and child.  But she
no longer allows herself to think of them.  It is too painful to face the loss.

Giuliana
vowed she would never love again.  That is, until she sees the striking
Vincenzo her first night at the theatre and something stirs deep within her. 
Night after night she aches as she watches him with other women, wondering when
she will finally have her turn to be pleasured by him.  The only way she is
able to endure her performances with the other men— and oft times women— is to
fantasize about him pleasuring her.

Will
she ever feel him against her skin, feel his lips hot upon hers, feel him
moving inside of her? 

‘
The Submission of Giuliana’

Awarded
Paranormal Romance Guild’s

Reviewer’s
Choice Award

“Best
Paranormal Erotic Romance Novella 2013”!

T
here, at least two
dozen humans were informally assembled, most of them nude.  I assumed them all
to be courtesans.  Though, still retaining my own virtuous ideals of not
looking upon another’s nudity, my first instinct was to avert my eyes. 
Instead, I scanned my eyes over them quickly, assessing them, wondering which
of them I would share my body with.

There were an equal amount of
men and women.  Some were quite young, but most appeared to be in their
twenties.  A few of the men may have been in their thirties.  They all had
beautiful bodies, each one perfect in their own ways.  There were tall and
slender women, as well as voluptuous women with generous breasts.  Likewise,
the men’s cocks seemed to be of a variety of sizes.  

There were Italians, Swiss,
German and French; blondes, brunettes, and even one fairer skinned redheaded
woman.  My eyes drifted to her.  She smiled at me genuinely and I felt myself
blushing.

Then a man standing just
behind her caught my eye as none other had before, not even my late husband. 
He was lean but well-built with broad shoulders and skin which glowed golden
under his disheveled wavy black hair falling about his face so that I could not
see his eyes.  He looked up then, catching me staring at him.  My breath caught
in my chest as his beautiful green eyes twinkled their smile to me.  As though
something deep within me had awakened, my pulse instantly quickened in
response. 

Who is he?

The Path which Destiny Beckons
. . .

After bidding farewell to her homeland of Ireland once
more, Aislinn courageously returns to Italy to accept the offer presented her
by the sophisticated male vampire, Niccolò, to reside with him in the beautiful
Renaissance city of Florence.

She is anxious to learn from him of his more compassionate
and less primeval lifestyle as a vampire.  Finally, never will she have to kill
again to satisfy her blood lust!

But, will it really be as simple as all that?

Aislinn is disheartened when it does not go as effortlessly
as she had hoped, and she must deal with killing again, even if it was by
accident.  Then, once she finally has that mastered, she must struggle against
another sort of lust overwhelming her every time she is with her latest young
male blood servant.  Fearing she will make a mistake and lose herself to his
charms, Aislinn hastily sends him away.

Niccolò also introduces her to a more cultured life,
showing her things and taking her places she would have never seen.  After
visiting
Sanguelascivia
, an erotic club with courtesans who cater to vampires,
she takes on a female blood servant so that she will not be under the
temptation of a man.  They grow close— in every way imaginable.  Being with
Giuliana at least offers Aislinn some gratification from her persistently
all-consuming sexual needs, until the day she can be reunited with her soul
mate— soon, she prays.

 She focuses her efforts on searching the city for the man
she is convinced is the reincarnate of her lost love, Donovan— the very reason
she returned to Italy.  She tracks him down by his scent and he begins courting
her ardently.  Aislinn is quickly becoming rapt by his charms and is more than
ready to succumb to his seductive touch.  But is she absolutely sure it
is
him, after all, or is she only making yet another serious misjudgment?

And then to make matters more confusing, Aislinn begins
having recurring dreams and fantasies about Voljidaar, her dark and alluring
creator from the land of cold and snow with his long pale hair and penetrating
ice blue eyes, amongst his other even more desirable features . . .

If only she knew for certain the correct path, the one to
which her true fate summons…