Confusion turned her forehead into a frown. “And you don’t like it? I thought men—”
“Oh yes, men do like that. More than anything,” he interrupted. “But you know what I like even more?”
She shook her head.
“When your sweet cunt squeezes me, just like it squeezed my fingers. So tell me, my wanton wife, will you grant me that?”
Her eyes dropped back to his erection, then her hand slid over it, stroking his entire length as if she was measuring him. “Yes.”
11
Oriana watched with fascination how Nico undressed in front of her as if he’d done so a thousand times: without shame or embarrassment, while he continued to look at her with such intensity that her body heated once more.
She still felt the shudders that had gone through her body when he’d touched her with his expert hands. Now those same hands opened the buttons of his shirt, revealing a ripped chest and flat stomach. A light dusting of dark hair covered his torso, growing stronger farther down until it built a dark line of hair that disappeared into his breeches. Almost as if it were meant as a guiding sign. She was drawn to it instinctively.
Her eyes dipping lower, she stared at the heavy bulge that was hidden behind the fabric. Earlier, she’d felt its heat under her palm. She’d felt it pulsate against her hand and had never before felt so alive when touching it.
When his hands went to the buttons of his flap, her mouth went dry. One-by-one, he eased the buttons open, then slowly pushed his trousers down, stepping out of them. His smalls followed while she lay there motionless. Only her chest moved: up and down in quick succession, her breathing having sped up. The heat she felt was unbearable. And she knew why: because she was staring at a naked man whose body was so perfect and beautiful, she couldn’t believe that he was her husband.
Even before this night, she’d known what a man’s physique was like: she’d seen depictions of the statue of David, a nude male chiseled into marble by the artist Michelangelo. But Nico was different. More beautiful, more perfect, and . . . bigger.
The hard, veined shaft that curved toward his belly was almost purple in color, attesting to the blood inside it that made it stand erect like a flag pole. Beneath it, a sac hung heavy, the oval pieces of fruit inside clearly visible.
A groan made her lift her eyes to meet Nico’s gaze. His eyes had a golden sheen to them now, the natural green in them suddenly gone. Maybe the light from the candles and the fireplace played this optical trick on her.
Nico took a step toward her then reached for the fabric of her negligee where it pooled at her midsection. He pulled on it, lifting her bottom in the process, and stripped her naked. Instinctively she covered her sex with her hands. But he gripped them and pulled them away.
“Never hide anything from me,” he warned, his voice a low growl.
The mattress dipped under his weight when he joined her on the bed. His hands pushed her thighs apart.
Oh, God, now he would mount her, and it would be painful—no way would his massive manhood fit inside her, just the way her friend Ilaria had told her. Oriana squeezed her eyes shut and steeled herself for the inevitable.
A heavy sigh came from Nico. “Open your eyes, Oriana.”
She obeyed.
“You’re still scared. That won’t do.”
She turned her head away. “I’m sorry. I’ll bear it. I promise. Mount me and—”
“Mount you? Is that how you still see it? That I’ll mount you like a stallion to take my pleasure without any regard for yours?”
“You’ve already given me pleasure. It’s only right that you receive the same. I won’t resist you.”
Nico shook his head. “That’s not how this works. I won’t mount you. Not like this.”
“But—”
She was unable to finish her sentence, because Nico suddenly turned onto his back and lifted her onto his body. Her legs fell open, straddling him. His shaft pulsed against her stomach.
“
You
will mount
me
.”
“W-what?” Shocked at his suggestion, her heart began to pound frantically.
“You heard me, my sweet. You’ll be the one to decide when I’ll enter you, and how deep and how hard I’ll thrust. You’ll be holding the reins.”
“But surely that’s not how it’s done. I mean, my friend, her husband—”
Nico placed his finger over her lips. “Your friend’s husband is not worth his salt if he can’t show his wife the pleasures of the marriage bed. And just so you know: there are hundreds of ways a man can make love to a woman, and few include mounting her. I have every intention of teaching you every single one of them.”
Surprised and at the same time relieved about his revelation, she dipped her head to his. “Will you teach me how to please you?” Because a man who showed such consideration for his wife had to be rewarded.
“My love, you already please me more than you can know. Now all we have to do is learn to please each other at the same time.” Nico placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Now ride me, my wanton wife. Slide your pearl against my cock, and when you’re ready, then take me inside you and bear down on me.”
His hand cupped her nape, his thumb stroking her cheek.
“Yes,” she whispered.
With her hand she sought his shaft and pressed it against her sex. Then she started moving up and down, the moisture that pooled from her coating his erection and making him slide smoothly against her. The spot where he’d touched her earlier, her pearl as he’d called it, throbbed at the contact.
Oriana threw her head back, sitting up straight. Supported by her knees and Nico’s hands on her hips, she continued her tentative movements. She noticed Nico’s breathing become more ragged, his groans more guttural. The cords in his neck bulged, and his jaw clenched as if he was fighting against something.
It excited her to watch him like this, to see him submit to her touch. When she squeezed his shaft and pressed harder against him, he cursed.
“Fuck! Oriana! Have mercy with me!”
She understood what he meant, and though it still scared her, one part in her wanted to feel him inside her. One part of her wanted to feel being taken by him. To submit to him.
She lifted herself on her knees, high enough so she could guide his shaft to her female folds. When she felt the crown of his manhood press against the entrance of her body, she shivered, not with fear this time, but with excitement. She wanted this, wanted him.
Taking a deep breath, she sank down on him, impaling herself on his rod until he was completely submerged in her. The fullness she felt was overwhelming at first, robbing her of her breath. For a second, she didn’t move, trying to adjust to the foreign invasion, then she felt him move underneath her, his hips pulling back, then pushing upwards again.
A breath escaped her and joined the moan Nico released. His eyes were shining back at her, a red rim around his irises. Stunned at what she saw, she froze for a moment, but then Nico’s hands on her hips distracted her, urging her to move. At first she moved slowly, but with every second that passed, her body heated more, and her rhythm took on a life of its own, not listening to her brain anymore, but simply responding to nature’s demand.
Beneath her, Nico thrust upwards each time she bore down on him, intensifying the impact. Her pearl vibrated with each movement, driving her to continue.
“Oh, God, Oriana!” Nico cried out, before he reversed their positions, rolling her onto her back.
Suddenly she found herself underneath him, her legs spread wide, and his cock pounding into her.
“But I thought,” she managed to croak.
He grinned down at her. “My turn to ride you.”
She found herself wrapping her legs around him, pulling him closer, adding to the power of his thrusts by digging her heels into his backside.
“Just like that,” he mumbled near her ear. “Let me fuck you hard and deep.”
To her surprise, she felt no pain or discomfort. All she felt was the lust that danced between them, the passion that ignited with every thrust, and the fire that burned around them. The heat that filled the room. She loved the feeling of being at his mercy, unable to get out from underneath him, unable to escape his relentless thrusts, his insatiable cock.
He stretched her wide, yet the fullness she felt was exhilarating, the sensations that raced through her body addictive. She wanted more of this. She wanted all of him.
His hands gripped her hard, probably leaving bruises on her delicate skin, but she didn’t care. As long as he touched her and looked at her with such passion, she didn’t mind. Because right now he made her feel like the most important person in his life. He only saw her. Nobody else existed.
When he sank his lips onto her neck and licked and kissed her there, she shivered, feeling a tingling sensation running through her body. As it reached her pearl, she lost all conscious thought. She was flying, her body weightless.
In the distance she heard Nico’s shout, a last thrust by him, and then a rush of warmth flooding her womb.
“Fuck, yes!!” he cried out, before he collapsed on top of her.
Her legs released him, falling limply to the sides. Before she could complain about his heavy body on her chest, Nico rolled onto his back, taking her with her, his cock slipping halfway out of her. As she lay on top of him, her body too weak to move, his hands went back to her hips, pushing her down on him completely and driving his cock deep inside her again.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent.
“My love?”
“Mmm?” she answered.
“I hope you’re not too tired.”
She lifted her head to look at him. “Why?”
“Because I’m not done.”
“But you . . . I mean, I felt . . . ”
He grinned sinfully. “Oh, I came. But if you remember I promised to show you all different ways of how a man can make love to his wife.”
“Tonight?”
He brought his lips to hers. “We’ll start tonight. But we won’t finish tonight.”
12
“I have business to attend to tonight,” Nico said as he rose and got out of bed.
It was early evening, and Oriana and he had spent most of the previous two days and nights in bed. She’d never imagined that such bliss was possible. No married woman had ever mentioned enjoying marital relations, let alone engaging in them with such frequency. By daylight even!
“Oh?” She made a disappointed face.
Nico smiled and bent to her for a soft kiss. “I’ll be back after midnight. Don’t wait up for me. Sleep.”
“Will you come to my bed when you return?” Two days ago she would have never thought that she’d ever make such a demand, but after all the things that she and Nico had shared in the last few days, she had developed enough confidence to ask for what she wanted.
“You’ll awake with my cock thrusting inside you, my hands on your breasts, and my lips on yours.”
Her heartbeat accelerated, her body unashamed of the desire that coursed through her at his words. “Would you really take me while I’m asleep?”
Nico leaned closer. “Yes, and you know why?”
“Why?” she echoed.
“Because you want me to. Because just thinking of it now gets you all wet. Am I right?”
His hand reached under the sheet and slid between her legs, legs she spread for him willingly. His finger probed at her moist core, then plunged inside her. She panted, instantly aroused and wanting more.
“Ah, my wanton wife. Who would have thought that you would turn into such an insatiable wicked woman?”
“You find me insatiable?”
“Oh yes, quite.” He withdrew his finger from her body and licked it, looking at her with hungry eyes.
The sight made her womb clench with need.
“Later, my wife, I’ll teach you something new.” His eyes dropped down to his cock. “I’ll teach you to love the taste of my cock.”
The thought should disgust her, but it didn’t. Nico had put his mouth to her sex several times, licking her, sucking her. Yet so far, he hadn’t asked her to do the same to him, even though she’d been curious. More than curious in fact. She was craving it, but hadn’t voiced it, because she wasn’t sure whether it would be too shocking a proposition. But now . . .
“Tell me, my wicked husband, why don’t you give me a little taste now before you leave?”
Nico groaned, his eyes darkening. “Because if I let you suck me now, I’ll never leave this room.”
Then he turned abruptly and went into his own bedchamber, closing the connecting door behind him.
Oriana sighed. She hated waiting. Knowing she would get bored if she remained in bed, she rang for her maid. Since her husband would be out of the house for the entire evening, she could attend to her own business. She’d neglected her research in the last few days, and it was important that she returned to it.
Tonight she would venture out with her trusted footman Giuseppe and take her apparatus with her to test it. It was something she couldn’t do in her laboratory. She had to roam the dark streets of Venice in search of vampires and hope her machine was working.
She’d tested it as much as she could in her laboratory, using herself and Giuseppe as test subjects. When a human touched the rod that protruded from it, the center of the machine would emit an orange glow. Her research led her to believe that the physical composition of a vampire was vastly different from a human; therefore the machine wouldn’t emit that same glow when coming in contact with a vampire. She expected it to glow blue instead, or maybe green, but not the warm color of a living, breathing human.
Tonight, she would try to find proof for her assumptions.
***
Nico sank his fangs deep into the woman’s neck, closing his eyes so he could imagine it was Oriana he was drinking from. But neither did the whore who was plying her trade in the back streets of Venice have the young and pliable body his wife possessed, nor did she smell as enticing. Rather, the smell of the filthy streets clung to the woman he’d coaxed into a dark corner, using his mental powers of suggestion, a skill every vampire possessed. Maybe subconsciously he’d chosen a victim who looked and smelled nothing like his wife so he wouldn’t turn delirious thinking he was drinking Oriana’s blood.