Cara found it very hard to behave herself during the limo ride. Her hormones were raging. She wanted to strip off her blouse and skirt and ride Paolo’s cock all the way home, with or without an audience. She slipped her hand around Paolo’s side, and between the leather seat and his waistband, managed to slip a couple of fingers under the fabric, feeling a bit of flesh at the top of his thigh.
Marcus was engaging in conversation with Praetor, but Paolo’s constant jumps and twitches wheneverCara tickled and stroked another inappropriate and extremely private body part finally elicited a comment from him.
“You two. There will be centuries for that. Trust me. It never gets old, Cara. No reason to rush into things.”
“I am starved.”
Praetor’s eyes sparkled at the blush of her lust, which filled the whole vehicle.
“She is charming,” Praetor had said to Paolo, but was staring right at Cara.
Her bra felt two sizes too small; her panties were wet with her juices. Crossing and uncrossing her legs only pressed her lips against her nub and made her shudder. It was an ache like she’d never experienced before. She had become a wanton woman, and not afraid to show it.
“Five minutes, Cara. We’ll be home in only five minutes,” Paolo said to her, but he too was grinning.
Cara feigned impatience and swiveled around, presenting the men with her back. Her arms were crossed and she looked out the side window at the cobblestoned streets of the village, gleaming wet with rain. Paolo found a way to move his palm up under her skirt. He slid two long fingers around and under her lace panties and found her core.
Cara hitched her breath as he sunk the fingers inside her. “Better?” he whispered in her ear.
She moved her pelvis against his palm, rubbing herself and pulling his fingers in deeper by way of an answer. She barely heard even dribbles of the conversation the three men were having.
“And so I want to spend some time studying every chapter in this tome. Just the three of us,” Marcus said.
Praetor agreed. Paolo mumbled a “yes” into Cara’s hair.
“Until we thoroughly analyze it, we say nothing to anyone else, can we all agree to that?” Praetor asked.
The plan was formed. Marcus and Praetor would begin work on the project in the morning. Paolo would begin work whenever he would manage to escape from the bedroom.
With the doors closed behind them, the fireplace roaring, Cara felt a little timid, now that she was going to have her first encounter with the man she loved as a vampire female. A Golden vampire female. Though she’d studied the myths and legends in her teachings, she never in her wildest dreams thought she’d be preparing for a night like this.
Every minute she remained untouched by Paolo was painful to her. The desire to couple with him, to mate in the old, ritualistic way Alasdair Fraser described in his lovely book, was stronger than any other need. Stronger than breathing. She was burning up with lust. Her ears buzzed. Her neck pulsed and her breasts shook with the pounding of her heart.
He came up behind her and whispered, “You were very naughty today.”
The feel of his warm breath on the side of her face and in her ear sent her spine tingling, and the little sparks of passion found their way all the way to her toes. “I hope I can make it up to you,” she whispered in return. She helped his palms find her breasts and she moaned and rolled her head back on his shoulder when he squeezed them.
“I’ve been told I have to make you obey.”
“Do you want me to fight?”
“I want to let you do whatever you want to do.”
“I want to please you.”
“But you do, my Carabella. You do.”
He slid her blouse over her shoulders, undid the zipper at the back of her skirt and slid the fabric down over her thighs as he came to his knees behind her. She’d worn the black high-hip panties that showed off her full bottom and he hissed, and then kissed her flesh, one cheek at a time. He turned her around to face him, still on his knees.
A lazy forefinger traced down the crack between her buttocks while his hand palmed her mound from the front. He drew her to his mouth, slipped the lacy fabric to the side with his tongue and found her labial lips. She felt a nip as he bit he there and drew blood.
“So sweet, Carabella,” he whispered. “I want more.”
“Yes,” she said as she looked over her shoulder at him. His tongue had found her folds, ridges, and then her insides. His saliva tingled on her skin, healing the first wound before he bit harder, creating another one.
She groaned and bent over, giving him better access. She entwined her fingers in his as he gripped her thighs, his face buried in her sex. From out of the corner of her eye she could see the growing tent in his pants.
“I want to taste you too,” she whispered. “Show me how it is done.”
“Very well.”
He took her hand, led her to his bed and let her remove his shirt. She knelt before him and undid the old-fashioned silver clasps of his waistband and snaked her hand inside to feel his shaft and balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. Paolo arched into her hand. “Yes. That is how it is done.”
“Can I bite you there?” She asked.
“Um. No. Well, I’ve not done—“
Before he could say anything further she had slipped his pants down over his hips and had bitten him on the upper thigh next to his balls. She sucked the wound and then sucked his cock, spreading his own blood all over the shaft. Paolo bent over her, smoothing his palms down her back, down over her buttocks, squeezing them.
He angled himself so she took him in her mouth and pressed her breasts into his thigh as she sucked, scraping a canine over the surface just enough to draw a little blood. The tiny droplets made the lips of her sex swell, made her nipples hard and knotted.
The bra was getting uncomfortable, so she stood and removed it. They were man to woman, completely naked, and hungry.
“I want to do it the first time the way your ancestors do it.”
Paolo nodded. He pointed to the bed. She lay back and he covered her body, licking the side of her neck, kissing her from her earlobe to her shoulder.
“You do what I do. You follow me.”
“Yes,” she sighed. She licked and gave sucking kisses to the hard muscle running down the right side of his neck. She tasted the saltiness of the skin near his shoulders.
“Your tongue will soften the sting, like this.” He traced a trail along her jugular. She could feel her body defer to him, as the vein pushed itself to the surface of her flesh for easy penetration.
Cara did the same to Paolo, and yes, his skin became soft under her tongue. She could smell the blood thumping there.
“We become one plus one.” He kneed her legs apart and thrust inside her, making her arch back at the feel of his huge cock stretching and filling her. He stroked her insides with circular motions, coating her with fire, setting her aflame. Deep inside her, he stopped.
“And now we take the bite.” Paolo cracked the skin of her neck and all she could do was push up against him, the need for him to take all of her was so strong. “Take me, Cara,” he begged.
She found the warm flesh of his neck and pressed her teeth against it. Her new fangs slid into his skin without a sound. She tasted his elixir and instantly needed more.
She felt ancient. She felt powerful, stronger than ever before. He rocked her body with his powerful hips. She raised her knees folding her legs over his shoulders, and he took her deep.
When at last he shuddered his release, she began to explode as well. Her body glowed from the inside out. The delicious ripple of her orgasm traveled up and down her spine, sparking at every nerve ending. Her fingertips were covered in pinpricks. She moaned her pleasure into his hungry lips.
“Yes, I want all of you,” he said. “Give me everything, Carabella. Mi amore.”
They stilled but he didn’t pull out. Breathing heavily, he balanced part of his weight on one elbow. She loved the f
eel of him pressing on top of her, inside her. She traced along his hairline, gazing into the deep chocolate of his eyes. His full lips came down and planted a delicate kiss, and then deepened.
“Thank you,” she said.
“For what? I thank you, mi amore. I have never felt such ecstasy.”
“Thank you for showing me.”
Paolo chuckled.
“What’s so funny? Did I say something wrong?”
“Mi amore, I have only begun to teach you. This, my sweet Carabella, is only the beginning of your beautiful immortal life.”
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
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