Venice Vampyr (13 page)

She closed in on him, then straddled him without another thought, before meeting his lips with hers. His startled moan was drowned out by her own.

“My angel.”

“Kiss me, my husband,” she whispered against his parted lips. She felt no fangs when he took her mouth in a fierce kiss, only soft lips and a hungry tongue that devoured her. She licked against him with firm strokes just the way she knew he liked it.

Raphael broke the kiss and stared at her with those dark passion filled eyes. “Take off your coat and shirt, and let me see your beautiful tits.”

She divested herself of the pesky garments within seconds, only keeping her breeches, reveling in the hungry look in his eyes. When she was bare, he licked his lips. “Now feed them to me.” He looked up to meet her eyes. “I won’t bite. Not unless you want me to.” There was a hesitation in his voice, as if he was unsure if he’d said the right thing.

“Would I want you to?” she asked, curiosity overwhelming her.

“Maybe one day. But believe me when I tell you that even if you never let me taste your sweet blood, I’ll always be your faithful husband. Never doubt that.”

She didn’t. Tincerity didn’t only shine through his words, but also radiated from his eyes. It was the moment when she realized that he would never be able to lie to her again, because she would always know by looking into his eyes whether he was sincere. The thought warmed her heart.

“Now let me suck those tits before I burn up with desire for you.” He gave her a crooked smile, and Isabella lowered her breasts to dangle above his face. He strained to lift himself closer to her, but the leather straps on his wrists didn’t allow for much movement.

“You want my tits?” she teased him. “How much do you want them?”

He pushed his hips upwards, pressing his hard length against her sex. Liquid heat traveled to her pussy as it clenched in response. “That much.”

“Oh,” she answered him, trying her most coquettish voice. “That’s indeed quite impressive, Signore.” She lowered herself another inch. Instantly his tongue snaked out and lapped at one nipple. “Signore, do you think that’s proper?”

“Very proper, Signora,” he joined in her game. “Now if Signora would just lower herself a little bit more, I could show her how proper this is.”

“Signora can do better than that.” She cupped one breast and led the nipple to his mouth.

Raphael sighed contently and sucked it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving her face, showing her how much he appreciated her gesture. Greedily, he sucked, turning the little nub into a hard peak, transforming her insides into mush. She pulled up, not being able to take any more.

“The other one,” he begged. Unable to resist him, she led her other breast to his mouth. This time, he sucked on it harder as if he was intent on never letting it out of his mouth again.

 She panted heavily. “Signore, this cannot possibly be proper.”

Raphael let her nipple pop out of his mouth and ran his tongue between her breasts, licking her as if he was devouring a sumptuous dessert. “Proper would be if Signora lets me fuck her tits.”

Not knowing what he meant, interest rose in her nevertheless. “And how would such feat be accomplished?”

He gave a rakish smile. “Slide down on me until your tits meet with me cock. Then take me between them and press them together with your hands.”

A delicious shiver danced along her skin at his description. “Why, Signore, this sounds positively debauched.”

“Yes,” he rasped. “So, do it, my beautiful Signora. Capture my cock between your wonderful flesh and make me come.”

Isabella’s entire body vibrated as she slid down his muscled torso, dragging her sensitive nipples against his skin. Every word Raphael said made her hotter and hotter. All her fear was gone. Left was the passion and love she felt for him. And the knowledge that he would fulfill all her fantasies.

The crevice between her breasts was wet from when he’d licked her. Now she knew he’d done it deliberately so his cock would slide smoothly into place. When she pressed her hands against the outsides of her breasts, he let out an uncontrolled moan.

“Oh, fuck!”

Isabella shifted, making his cock slide toward her throat, then back down again. It felt good to feel his hard, hot length pulsate between her ample flesh. “Yes, Signore, is that proper enough for you?”

“More than proper.” His hips flexed, and he started pumping up and down. “Yes, my angel, this is all very proper.” His voice became more and more slurred and unrecognizable with every thrust of his cock.

When she felt him stiffen and his cock jerk, she knew he was right at the edge. Isabella released him from the prison of her breasts and took him into her mouth with one smooth slide. It was clear he hadn’t expected it.

“Oh, God, Isabella! Fuck!” Raphael cried out and shot his hot seed into her mouth as his body spasmed and rocked against her. She swallowed some of the salty liquid, but his spurts came so hard and fast, she couldn’t keep up. She lifted her head and released him.

Her hand steadied his cock, pumping him, the escaping juices lubricating her actions as his climax ebbed. She looked at his face. His eyes had rolled back, his lips were parted, beads of sweat ran down his forehead and neck. She’d never seen a more erotic sight than that of her very satisfied husband.

Her hand released his cock and trailed to his balls, making him jerk. “Isabella, are you trying to kill me?” he whispered breathlessly. Then he opened his eyes and smiled.

“I love touching you.”

“And you can touch me all you want,” he assured her.

“You don’t mind that I’m not a proper wife? That I act like a whore with you?”

“You’re my wife. You can act any which way you want with me. Nothing is taboo between us.”

“Nothing? Do you mean whatever I want you to do to me – even if it is debauched – you will do it?”

He groaned. “Yes, my angel. And anything you want to do to me, I want you to do it.”

Isabella licked her lips and fondled his balls with her moist hand. “Do you remember what you did to me in the study?”

Something flashed in his eyes. “You mean when I took you from behind?”

“Yes.” She let her fingers trail lower behind his balls.

“Did you like it when I finger-fucked your sweet ass?” He breathed faster now.

“Yes.” She slid a finger further back toward the crevice of his buttocks. A moment later, Raphael pulled his knees up as much as his leather constraints allowed, setting his feet flat onto the bed.

“You want to do the same to me?” he guessed.

Isabella nodded, not being able to voice her wish.

“Slide your finger back.”

“You don’t mind?” she asked, surprised that he gave into her request without protest.

His eyes were dark with lust when he looked at her. “Finger-fuck me, my angel, and make me surrender to you.”

She slid her finger, still slick with his cum, further back and found the puckered hole. She rimmed it, timidly at first, but then with more determination. When she placed her fingertip at the entrance, she felt him push against her.

“Yes,” he encouraged her. “Let me feel you inside me.”

She eased her finger in, slipping past the tight ring. The seed on her finger eased her entry and made her glide inside without difficulty. “Is this … good?” she asked, unsure of herself.

“It’s so much better.”

“Better?” Isabella asked and pulled her finger back slightly. He squeezed his muscles together, trying to hold her in.

“Don’t stop.”

She slid back in, but she hadn’t forgotten what he’d said. “Has somebody else done this to you before?” She’d hoped that she’d be the only one to touch him like this.

His gaze collided with hers. “No. I’ve never allowed anybody this intimacy bee. You’re the first. The only one. But I’ve used toys before.”

“Toys?” What did children’s toys have to do with this?

“Metal implements, rounded and curved, to stimulate myself with. But I find that I much prefer your fingers inside me than any toy I could dream up.”

“Fingers?”

“Yes, my love, slide a second finger into me.” He paused and smiled. “Take the ache away,” he repeated her words from a few days earlier.

Raphael moaned when she complied. And she couldn’t help but find what she did to him exciting. He was at her mercy, a vampire wild with desire, yet chained by straps he couldn’t break. She’d never felt the kind of power she felt now: the power a woman had over a man. The power he gave her.

“I love you,” Isabella whispered and slid her fingers back and forth inside him, thrusting in and out of his dark passage as he gripped her tightly. His moans filled her room, drowning out everything else in her mind. She was driving him to ecstasy and giving him what he needed.

When he chanted her name, his body bathed in sweat, she added a third finger and pressed harder. His muscles clamped onto her and contracted as his entire body convulsed.

She felt his orgasm to the last cell of her body, and it was the purest feeling she’d every experienced from another person.

As he stilled, she pulled herself up to him and kissed his lips. He breathed heavily, his eyes closed. “Isabella,” was all he said, but she knew what he wanted to say. He loved her.

She planted another kiss on his mouth.

“You whore! That’s how you drag my cousin’s name through the mud! If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would have never believed it!”

Isabella’s heart stopped at the menacing voice she recognized instantly.

Chapter Nineteen

His body exhausted from multiple orgasms, shock coursed through Raphael as his head snapped to the intruder: Massimo. This was the worst possible scenario he could have ever imagined. He’d been too lust-drugged for his senses to register his enemy before it was too late.

Now Massimo stood near the door, a gun pointed at him. And considering he was a Guardian and knew how to kill a vampire, Raphael was sure it was loaded with silver bullets.

From the corner of his eye, he saw how Isabella had snatched the bed sheet and pressed it against her naked breasts. His own modesty was the least of his concerns now. He calmed his mind and tried to think the situation through. If he could stall Massimo long enough, either his brother or one of his friends would show up. If they’d continued tailing him like they’d done the nights before, they would be here soon. Very soon.

“Massimo! What are you –?” Isabella’s question was a mere gasp.

“My love, I think you should know something about your late husband’s dear cousin,” Raphael drawled and glanced at the man. “Would you like to explain it to her or should I?”

“Please do,” Massimo replied with an evil grin. “It’ll be the last time you speak to your whore, so enjoy.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call her a whore. She’s my wife.”

Massimo only snorted.

“Isabella,” Raphael addressed her, “Massimo is here to kill meuspect he already tried a few days ago by pushing me into the canal.”

“Alas, I can’t take credit for that. One of the other Guardians deserves that praise.”

“What Guardians?” Isabella interrupted, her voice high pitched.

Raphael kept his voice calm as he answered her, knowing her nerves were at breaking point. “Massimo is part of a group of men who hunt vampires and kill them. Just like your late husband was.”

Isabella gave him a shocked stare. “Giovanni? No! That can’t be. Giovanni was a good man. He wouldn’t kill anybody.”

“Yes, he was a good man, that’s why he was one of us. A protector of the human race, a Guardian. Until
they
made him one of them. Until
they
turned him against his will.” Massimo’s voice was full of hatred. His jaw clenched tightly when he continued, “He came to me and told me what you monsters did to him, how one of you bit him and fed him vampire blood. He told me he’d continue fighting against your kind, but it wasn’t possible, of course.”

“Oh God!” Isabella gasped. “Not Giovanni. Please, say it’s not true.”

Raphael saw the tears building in her eyes as she looked at him. Would she hate him now for what his kind had done to the man she’d once loved? He searched her eyes for a sign that would tell him whether she would remain his. But her tears made it impossible to see beyond her immediate grief.

“Yes,” Massimo droned. “
He
did that to you.
He
made you a widow.” He pointed at Raphael. “
He
took the man we loved.”

“I did no such thing,” Raphael protested. “Yes, a vampire turned him, but it wasn’t me, and it was certainly none of our kind who killed him.” He took the gamble. If he was right in his assessment of Massimo, the man wouldn’t be able to resist the bait.

“Killed?” Isabella echoed. “But he drowned.”

Raphael nodded. “Yes, he drowned because he was vampire, and vampires don’t have any natural buoyancy. They can’t keep themselves above water. Just like I couldn’t.”

“Yes, and Giovanni knew that,” Massimo interrupted. “He knew when I pushed him into the canal that he wouldn’t survive. He looked at me. He couldn’t believe that I’d done it, but he should have. He of all people should have known that I couldn’t let him live. He’d become a creature so vile, there was only one thing to do. He should have understood. I loved him like a brother. I did it for him.”