Page 46 of Filthy Rich Vampires: For Eternity

My words unleashed him and his tongue swept up me. I cried out as his mouth closed over me. Julian growled his approval at my scent, at my taste. I felt his hunger growing inside me until I thrashed against the wall as much from his desire as my own.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair, afraid that my body might give out as pleasure built so rapidly inside me, and I found myself screaming his name.

Julian jerked back with a dark laugh, my hand still fisting his hair. “Louder,” was all he said.

I obliged him. There was something terribly erotic about watching my powerful vampire mate on his knees with his face between my legs. It was that sight that pushed me over the edge.

Julian held one hand as I fell, never letting up, even as my other hand pulled his hair, my hips bucking against his face.

When I finally stilled, he gently pulled away. Standing, he ran his tongue over his lower lip, a look of purely male self-satisfaction on his face.

I shivered and reached a trembling hand toward the bulge in his pants. But he brushed it away. Leaning, he drew up my panties and jeans as snow flurries began to fall around us.

“I want more,” I whimpered, still trying to reach for him. “I want you.”

“Tempting.” He brushed his mouth along my earlobe as he zipped me up. “But you’re shivering, and I’d rather my mate doesn’t freeze to death.”

I stuck out a lower lip. “Raincheck?”

“Let’s get you some carbs as requested,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “and then I will show you all the secret places I know in Venice.”

“Secret?” I repeated, hopefully.

His answering smile was dark and full of promise. “Come.”

I raised an eyebrow, earning a wicked laugh that made my toes curl. Julian tucked me beside him as we left the alley and wandered down a deserted cobbled street. Within a few minutes, we found ourselves surrounded by tourists, all eagerly snapping photos and buying souvenirs. I couldn’t help wondering if they’d heard me screaming a few minutes ago. A thrill shot through me as I considered that they might have.

Would you like an audience next time?

“What?” I blurted out, flushing as I realized he’d heard what I was thinking. “No. I just...”

“There’s no reason to be ashamed.” The arm around my shoulders tightened. “There is nothing more powerful than a woman taking her pleasure. Why wouldn’t you want to show the world how powerful you are, My Queen?”

“You’re giving me some ideas for my next throne room appearance,” I said dryly. An unbidden image of Julian kneeling again, this time before my throne, appeared in my head. I caught my breath, feeling the familiar tick begin between my legs. It took me a second to realize he’d pictured it in his own head and allowed me a glimpse.

“You’re incorrigible.”

He paused, turning molten eyes on me. “Oh, no, when it comes to serving you, I promise I can be taught.”

I was about to enquire about finding one of those secret places he’d spoken of when my stomach growled.

“You need to eat,” he said, his playfulness vanishing as his tone became protective.

“If I become a vampire, will my stomach stop ruining the moment?” I asked.

Julian flinched, his mind going completely blank before he laughed. “Even vampires get hungry,” he said, like nothing had happened.

But I’d caught the reaction. “What was that?”

He shrugged, but his mind stayed studiously blank.

“You’re keeping your thoughts from me,” I accused.

“It’s nothing. Let’s enjoy our day together.”

But it wasn’t nothing. I could feel it. “United front, right?”

Julian hesitated, looking me over before he finally sighed and led me toward an alley off St. Mark’s square. It was a quiet street, mostly owing to a lack of shops and the fact that it ended in a brick wall.

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