by Folsom, Tina
Viola sat down, folding her legs underneath her, her eyes glued to the action in the other room. Dante cast a quick glance in the same direction and saw how Raphael laid the naked Isabella onto the bed while he stood at the edge of it, naked and hard.
Dante put his hands on Viola’s shoulders and tugged on the robe. Without coaxing, she undid the belt. He was sure she didn’t know what she was doing, so mesmerized was she by the sight in front of her.
Dante stripped her of the robe. The corset he’d given her to wear was only a half-corset: it reached from the top of her pubic hair to just below the swell of her breasts, effectively presenting them as if on a platter. For him. The matching black garter belt had lace strips running down her delightful ass cheeks. The lace strips held her stockings in place.
He put his hands to Viola’s hips and lifted her onto her knees so he could truly admire her enticing heart-shaped ass. His hands slid down to caress her, and a soft moan came from her lips.
He swept her long hair to one side, exposing her pale neck. Without haste, he stroked his fingers over the plump vein that pulsated underneath her silken skin. His lips longed for a taste and descended onto her flesh. He greeted Viola’s trembling with pure male satisfaction. To know that his touch excited her made him even harder than he already was.
“Whisper to me what you see.”
“I can’t.”
He kissed her neck, briefly pulling the soft skin into his mouth. Then he slid his hand down to her tempting ass and caressed her perfect cheeks. A hitched breath was her answer.
“Please, tell me what you see.”
He felt her heart beat frantically. “He’s spreading her legs. Wide.” Her voice was low, huskier than he’d ever heard her.
“I want you to spread your legs too,” he ordered.
She moved her knees apart. Instantly, the aroma of her arousal became stronger, teasing his nostrils in the most enticing fashion. His hand dropped between her thighs and reached forward.
“He’s in between her legs, and he’s … he’s slamming into her. Oh God!”
Dante slid his finger along her drenched folds, coating himself in her rich cream. Then he reached forward and circled her pearl. She whimpered, her body starting to tremble again.
“He’s going back and forth, and she, she … likes it.” There was confusion in her voice as if Viola hadn’t expected Isabella’s reaction to her husband’s touch.
Dante pulled his hand away from her pearl and teased her wet slit with his fingers, sliding along the warm flesh in long and slow strokes, bathing himself in her honey.
“Yes, she likes her husband’s hard cock inside her, filling her, stretching her tight channel. Does she want more? Is she encouraging him?”
He felt Viola nod. “Yes, she’s holding onto his hips. She’s pulling him toward her. She wants more. Deeper. Harder.” Every word came in a pant. Viola’s body moved rhythmically against his hand. “Deeper, harder,” she chanted.
At her words, Dante lost his control. Without thinking, he slid his finger deep into her. She bucked against him as if she wanted more. A mumbled “deeper” startled him, but he complied. Pulling back his finger, he plunged inside again. Her channel was even tighter than he’d expected and infinitely more tempting than anything else he’d ever been offered.
Dante drove into her again and again while his other hand captured one breast and pinched her hard nipple.
Viola cried out and threw her head back. “More. Yes, she loves his cock.” Her words sounded as if she was delirious. “She wants to be filled. Stretched.”
Then he understood. She was pretending to be somebody else so she could demand what she wanted. “Does she want his cock inside her?” he asked and held his breath. Would she want his cock?
Viola panted heavily. Her pulse raced. “She wants his big cock to fill her.”
“Is she sure that’s what she wants? His cock inside her?” Dante continued to fuck his finger in and out of her, increasing his rhythm, not wanting her to come out of her trance-like state. Stretching her to prepare her for the invasion of his cock.
“Yes.”
At her answer, Dante nudged her forward and pressed her into the pillows. Then he dislodged his finger from her cunt and spread her legs. The sight of her beautiful round ass tilted up, giving him a perfect view of her glistening petals, nearly robbed him of his control. He ripped his robe off his body and settled between her thighs, his cock rampant and ready.
“Now,” she whispered. “She needs his cock now.”
She was spread out before him for his pleasure. He couldn’t wait any longer. Dante nudged his cock forward, pushing her moist fold apart. “More.”
“Everything,” he mumbled. “I’ll give you everything.” And then slowly, without haste, he drove into her. Her channel stretched, accommodating him, yet squeezing him like a tight glove at the same time. This was what heaven was like.
When he was balls deep inside her, she gasped. He stilled his movement and watched for her reaction.
Viola turned her head and looked back at him. “Dante,” was all she said, but the way she said it with her breath rushing from her lungs, her lips glistening, her cheeks flushed, he knew everything would be alright. Her eyes confirmed it. The desire in them was undeniable.
“Viola, my sweet.”
He sliced into her, and for a few agonizing seconds he thought he’d spill instantly. But he couldn’t allow that, because he needed more from her than just a quick romp. He needed to look into her eyes and kiss her, know that she saw him, that she knew it was him, who made love to her.
Dante pulled himself out of her, ignoring her disappointed sigh, and rolled her onto her back before he thrust back into her. “I need to see you.”
Not giving her a second’s reprieve, he kissed her red lips and angled his head to capture more of her. She responded to him by stroking her tongue against his, inviting him into the delicious caverns of her mouth.
Chapter Fourteen
Dante’s kiss brought her back to reality, and for once, reality was more beautiful than her fantasy. This was not like the coupling she’d experienced with him that first night in the dingy inn he’d taken her to. Neither was this like the things they’d done over the last three days, the touching, kissing, caressing. This was everything and more.
This time, Viola felt no pain. Her body accepted him, the moisture that had already oozed from her channel allowing him easy entry despite his impressive girth. And he’d taken his time, slowly inching forward as if he’d been ready to pull out the moment she voiced a concern. But it had been perfect.
The fullness that she experienced and that made all her nerve endings tingle was different from the way her body felt when he touched her with his mouth and fingers. His cock inside her made her feel complete. She couldn’t describe it any other way. And she wanted more of it.
When Dante severed the kiss, she gave him a startled look. “Something wrong?”
He smiled the most wicked smile she’d ever seen him unleash. “No. Just keep your eyes open. I want you to see who you’re making love to.”
The insistence in his voice surprised her and made her look at him with different eyes. Had something changed between them? Suddenly, he seemed more than just the tutor he’d become. Now he was simply a man whose eyes told her that he intended to take his own pleasure without holding back—and without leaving her behind.
A shiver went through her body at the underlying promise in his regard. She couldn’t tear herself away from the sight. When she buried her hands in his hair and pulled him to her for another kiss, he started thrusting into her in a slow and steady rhythm. His tongue explored her in the same rhythm, thrusting, then withdrawing, mimicking the action of his shaft.
With every movement, her body’s temperature turned higher. Sweat built on her forehead and neck. Her heart beat frantically, faster and more erratic than it ever had before, as if it was racing toward a finish line.
Her womb
clenched, and she was certain his cock reached that deep with every thrust. She undulated her hips, wanting to increase the pressure, slamming against his body as he plunged into her. A rumbling moan came from his lips as he ripped them from her mouth. “Oh God, Viola, you’re going to rob me of my control.”
But he didn’t slow or ease his movements. Rather, they increased. Their hips gyrated against each other, harder each time, making her body hum and her pearl tingle with excitement. She knew the signs of her body now. Dante had taught her well. She knew that the tension that now built in her sex, the heat that shot through her body as he filled her and stretched her, was the same sensation she had whenever he licked or touched her center of pleasure.
“Oh, yes, Dante, yes, please, more.”
And he gave her more. He rode her harder, took her with more force, stretching her further than she thought her body was capable of. With his lips, he did the same: he captured her mouth as if he was a conqueror intent on claiming a new continent for himself. His hands stroked wherever they could reach: her face, her breasts, her neck. As if he couldn’t get enough of her, just like she couldn’t let go of him.
Dante’s hair was wet from sweat, rivulets of moisture running down his neck and chest, bathing her in it, her breasts sliding against him, her sensitive hard nipples burning from the touch. Nothing had ever felt this good.
“Yeah, oh, yeah,” he cried out, then trailed open mouthed kissed along her neck. “You’re too sweet. Too much.”
She sensed his teeth graze her skin, the foreign sensation making her tremble with lust. She tilted her head, hoping he’d repeat the action, and again, his teeth grazed her skin.
***
Dante nipped at the sensitive skin on Viola’s neck and felt the plump vein throb underneath. His entire body was coiled like a tight spring, screaming at him to take her blood. And the way she tilted her head to the side to give him better access made resisting even harder. But resist he must.
If he drank from her, he’d have to use his powers of persuasion to dull her senses so she wouldn’t remember—and that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted Viola to remember every single second of their lovemaking. He wanted nothing left out. For days, they’d only given each other pleasure through kissing and caressing. Now finally that he was deep inside her divine body, he couldn’t throw these sensations away to still his thirst for her blood. He needed to experience his first climax inside her, and he needed her to be right there with him, sensing when his seed spilled inside her.
Dante pushed his need for her blood back and kissed her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. His cock moved in and out of her body with long and eager strokes, driving deeper every time. Her channel was so deliciously tight, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever been against fucking virgins. She was slick and hot, and her responses were so honest and real, he knew no other woman he’d had in his bed had truly ever reacted like this. No woman had ever opened herself up to him like Viola had. Like she was doing now.
He lifted his lips from her neck and looked at her. Her eyes were dilated with passion, her skin flushed. She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever beheld. “Fly with me,” he whispered against her lips and ground his hips against her, driving his cock deeper.
Then he took her lips and poured everything he had into that kiss. Every ounce of passion, lust, and affection he’d come to feel for her. His hand slid in between their bodies and reached down to her triangle of curls, where his fingers pressed against her pearl. A moan from her lips told him he’d found the right spot.
“Yes, come with me. Now.”
He rubbed against her engorged button and drove his shaft deep into her. Her muscles gripped him like never before, clenching, then releasing. He physically felt the ripples that went through her body and let himself go. A second later, he joined her in her orgasm, shooting hot streams of seed deep into her welcoming cunt until she’d milked him of every last drop.
Without leaving her warm body, he rolled to the side, keeping her in his arms, pressed tightly to his chest. “I’ve never felt anything that perfect.” He surprised himself with his words. He’d never been one to tell a woman of his feelings.
Her breath caressed his neck, and he realized he liked the sensation very much, when usually after sex he preferred some distance. “I liked it very much.” Her words warmed his heart. And her next ones made his heart pound even faster. “Can we do this again?”
“Give me ten minutes, and we can do anything you want to.” And everything Dante wanted too. Viola underneath him, Viola on top of him, Viola in front of him. Viola, Viola. Until he was drunk on her scent and her taste.
Chapter Fifteen
Despite the wonderful night she’d had with Dante, Viola awoke with a splitting headache. Not wanting to alert him to her pain, she snuck out of bed and took one of the pills from her bag. The doctor had given them to her but said they wouldn’t help for long. Once the pain became too much, the pills would have no effect anymore.
Knowing it would take a while before the medicine dulled the pain, she went downstairs into the parlor wearing only her dressing gown. The house was quiet. Not even the servants seemed to be awake. It was a strange household, she had to admit. For starters, nobody rose before mid-afternoon, except maybe Isabella on occasion, but neither Raphael nor Dante ever left bed any earlier.
It was also strange that the two men never joined them for any meals. They always seemed to have other plans. It didn’t appear to disturb Isabella, and she’d never noticed her complaining to her husband that he didn’t have supper with her. However, Isabella was always happy to have Viola join her in the dining room. And considering the physical activity she and Dante indulged in most of the night, Viola was always famished.
What either Dante or Raphael did to make a living was unclear. But they both seemed ridiculously wealthy. Which made the fact that they shared a house very curious.
A new wave of pain interrupted her thought process and made her grip the sofa. She managed to sit before the pain brought her to her knees. She closed her eyes, thankful that even during the day the servants keep the shades drawn, allowing only minimal light into the house. While she’d found it odd at the beginning, she was grateful for it now, because light seemed to make her headaches worse.
Viola leaned back against the pillows and inhaled and exhaled slowly. Whether it was her breathing or the effect of the pill she’d swallowed, the pain waned and simmered down to a dull ache, which—while not pleasant—was bearable. It allowed her to let her mind drift back to Dante.
She’d been fortunate to meet him. Despite the initial pain he’d caused her—which she realized any man would have probably caused—she couldn’t have found a better lover to introduce her to the wonderful pleasures men and women could give each other. Initially, she’d been embarrassed by her body’s reaction to him, and by what she’d allowed him to do. But considering her unique situation, she had pushed those thoughts aside.
She had nothing to lose. Nothing that was important to her anyway. Her reputation meant nothing. It wasn’t like she had a long life ahead of her during which to regret the loss of her virginity or the debauched life she found herself living: sharing the home and bed of a stranger who, even if she lived, was never going to offer for her. Not when she’d been a virgin, and certainly not now after all the things she’d done. No man would want a soiled woman like her—not for a wife anyway.
Viola shook her head, trying to push the stupid thoughts away. She shouldn’t think of marriage and all the things that came with it when she knew it was outside her reach. She should be grateful: at least she’d known true bliss in the arms of a man, a man so passionate, it made her knees weak and her heart flutter every time he raked that lusting look over her that told her that he wanted to eat her alive.
For a few more days, she would enjoy what he was giving her so freely. She would soak it up and cocoon herself in the sensations Dante conjured up in her. But she knew it couldn’t las
t. Already now, she felt the pain in her head increasing. Maybe the end was coming sooner than her physician had expected. Her plan to end her own life before she was unable to take control of her own body was still in place. She would execute it when she knew the inevitable was coming.
***
Dante turned in the sheets, his hands reaching around him to pull Viola into his arms. But the bed was empty. He opened his eyes, a flash of true disappointment hitting him out of nowhere. After having experienced the most amazing sex in his life in Viola’s arms, he wanted those arms around him again. Now. Instantly. His hunger for her was even stronger than his thirst for blood. And considering he hadn’t fed in two nights and was close to being famished, that was quite a revelation for him.
He rolled onto his back and simply stared at the ceiling. What was happening to him? He’d never been the kind of man who spent night after night with the same woman. He liked variety. He loved all kinds of different women.
After last night, he knew his ego was firmly back in place, and the guilt that had plagued him for hurting her the first time had been wiped away by Viola’s enthusiastic declaration that she wanted to do it again. And they’d done it again. And again. And again until he’d lost count. And every time, she’d looked at him with those sparkling eyes and smiled like a kitten that had just discovered an endless bowl of warm milk.
His chest swelled at the thought that he’d been the one who’d put that smile on her beautiful face. Dante grinned. He wanted to do it again, because he couldn’t get enough of seeing her smile. Strangely enough, the thought didn’t send him running for cover as if the sun was about to rise. Maybe spending more than one night with the same woman wasn’t quite as bad as he’d always thought. For one thing, he knew her body so well by now that he could make her come apart whenever he set his mind to it—which was often.
Maybe his brother Raphael had had the right idea by settling down and marrying a good woman. He seemed happy, and by what Dante had briefly seen through the mirror the night before, their sex life certainly wasn’t lacking despite the familiarity they must by now be experiencing. He’d never thought about it before. Well, ideas like these were premature anyway. Maybe his infatuation with Viola would quickly fizzle out now that he’d finally fucked her so thoroughly.