Page 55 of Filthy Rich Vampires: For Eternity

“Tell me what you want,” I told her. Leaning down, I scraped my fangs down her neck. “And don’t forget to ask nicely.”

“Julian.” She stretched my name across several syllables, her body tightly wound. “Please. I want you.”

“How do you want me?” I brushed my thumb down her swollen seam.

She moaned, the sound so guttural, so primal, that I nearly came. “Inside me. Please. I want you inside me.”

“Good girl.” I knew what she was asking for, but I wasn’t ready to stop my performance. Bringing my mouth to the curve of her neck, I slowly sank my fangs into her skin, right over the scar I’d left there.

Thea cried out, her knees buckling, but I held her upright as I slowly feasted. There was nothing like the taste of my mate’s blood, especially with pleasure coursing through her.

“More,” she begged, and I drew away only to lift her into my arms.

I carried her a few steps to where the stage curtain hung open. Our mouths collided, tongues tangling together, and we nearly crashed into a wall. Thea’s hand shot out, grabbing hold of the curtain’s thick rope as I paused long enough to wrench her jeans to her ankles. I unzipped my fly, not bothering with more than freeing my cock before I lifted her up and thrust inside her with one smooth stroke.

“Take me” she begged. “Take all of me. Forever.”

Her body clenched around me as I claimed her. Thea clawed at my back, before yanking on the rope until the curtain began to move. Its thick velvet rustled along the stage floor as I thrust again, harder, harder, until I was coming inside her, our song building to a peak that burst as the curtain fell on our performance.

She drooped in my arms, blood welling from the puncture wound on her neck.

“I want another taste,” I whispered, bringing my lips to the wound.

She cried out as my fangs pierced her. Her oxygen-soaked blood tasted of her climax, and I found myself hard again.

Thea’s body tensed as I began to rock inside her. Her breathing ragged, her hands clawing at the velvet as she swelled with an encore. This time, I held her as the music faded slowly, drawing out each sweet note.

When we finally managed to untangle ourselves, her lips were swollen, and her skin glowed in an undeniably supernatural way.

“Everyone is going to know what we did,” she said as she smoothed her clothing into place.

“Good.” I dropped my arm around her shoulder and smirked at her.

“You’re shameless.” But she bit back a grin.

“This stage just saw one of its greatest performances ever.”

“Greatest ever, huh?” she teased.

“Do you need an encore?” I arched a brow, ready to take her back and torture her until she admitted I was right.

“No!” She held her hands up in surrender. “I won’t be able to walk out of here.”

I burst out laughing. “Now I have a new goal.”

She rolled her eyes.

We continued our tour, pausing to explore each other a few more times. When we finally left the theater, night had fallen.

Venice cloaked in inky blackness was a different world. We navigated its dark corridors, hand in hand, making plans we could only hope to keep. Neither of us spoke of the obligations in front of us or the trials ahead. But even though we’d chased our troubles away for the time being, I knew they would be waiting for us in the morning.

“Maybe we should get a hotel,” I said as we passed one of the oldest and grandest in the city.

“They’ll send out a search party. My new bodyguard seems a bit overprotective.”

“She knows I’m with you.” But even I doubted that would mean much.

“I don’t want it to end either,” she whispered, her confession disappearing into the night. “Can’t we just run away?”

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