Venice Vampyr (Venice Vampyr #1)

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 before. 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 ever 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