The Love of Vincenzo: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) (7 page)

Her eyes widened with modesty
at my lascivious suggestion.  “I have never done
that
before,” she said
softly, lowering her eyes demurely.

It pleased me to know she
still retained some of her innocence.

“Well then, I shall be
honoured to be the first to show you the pleasure!  Now perch your succulent
pussy upon my mouth so that I may devour its nectar.”  

Smiling modestly, to my
delight, she lifted off my chest, and moved forwards to place her knees on
either side of my head.  Placing my hands upon her hips, I urged her upwards. 
Inhaling her in, I remarked, “Oh, Giuliana!  How your scent enflames me!”

Inhaling deeply, she lowered her
sex to me, my lips eagerly greeting her flesh.  She gasped when I wasted not a
moment in seeking her out with my tongue.  I devoured her as a man who had been
long deprived of food.  

At last, she seemed to relax
and submit herself to the pleasure which I was so willingly bestowing upon her.

 Closing her eyes, she moaned
as my tongue deftly explored the soft petals of her flesh.  Making my tongue
rigid, I pressed it up inside of her, moving it in and out of her.

What is it about her?  Giuliana
tastes far more delectable than other woman I have had!

Then, she did something which
stunned me, even as it delighted me.  She grabbed hold of my head, impelling it
firmer against her, as though demanding to feel my tongue deeper.

What else could I do?  I
yielded, thrusting my tongue as deep as I could within her, savouring the taste
of her all the more.  Her resulting moans made the centre of my own sex ache
with want for her, the sounds of her pleasure driving me to intense yearning
stirring the blood within my veins to rush to my core.

Managing to escape her grasp,
I took control back, and shifted my attentions to the budding pearl at the
uppermost portion of her flower.  Commencing to flicking it with the tip of my
tongue, Giuliana’s lips began to quiver, a lurid moan escaping them as I drew
it between my lips, sucking upon it devotedly, my tongue brushing against it
rhythmically. 

  As I persisted in adoringly
bathing her succulent flesh with my tongue, I sensed her breath shortening,
coming more unevenly.  And then, yet another defining moment of my life, wave
after beautiful wave, my love gave herself over to me.  Her ecstasy
reverberating through her, she writhed atop my face, as insatiably I drank in the
nectar of her sex liquefying right into my mouth. 

My hands clutching onto her
hips, I lifted her once more, setting her to straddle me, the feel of her moist
flesh prompting yet more blood to rush to my already engorged organ.  Giuliana
whimpered with need, rising up to position herself over me.  Hot and beyond
ready for her, my sex sprang up in response.  She glided her sex against it, as
the tip slid effortlessly into her.  As though unable to hold back any longer,
in one swift move, she impaled herself upon my cock, instigating both of us to
groan. 

Moaning heartily, Giuliana
moved herself back and forth on me luxuriously, leaning forward to press the
softness of her breasts into the firmness of my chest, gazing into my eyes
. 
As we made love, I suddenly felt overcome with
a mixture of emotions which I, in all the countless times I had had a woman,
never had felt before.  To combat the strange sensation of hot moisture which
lay threatening behind my eyes, my mouth reclaimed hers once more, conveying to
her in the ferocity of that kiss the depth of passion I knew no other means of
expressing.

Determined to recuperate the
control of my masculinity, quite suddenly I flipped her over so that she now lay
beneath me.  Her eyes wide, she gazed up at me, looking so deliciously
vulnerable, as I hovered over her.  I reclaimed her mouth as I plunged myself
deep into her with long, unwavering strides. 

Giuliana’s lurid moans
filling the room, her ecstasy rushed forth once more, the exquisite sensation
of it gripping about my cock the most intoxicating feeling ever.

Fueled by the intensity of her
pleasure, I groaned involuntarily, feeling my own climax swiftly rushing forth. 
With one final hard thrust, my seed spilled deep into the abyss of her, her sex
still clamping about my cock, milking it of everything I had. 

As we lay there in the
afterglow of our love, my head whirled, my body left to tingling.  My arms
engulfing her, I held Giuliana tight as she nestled snug against me.  Engrossed
in this novel feeling of affection, though the needs of my physical body had
been well satisfied, still it seemed I needed more, could not get quite enough
of her. 

My hands never ceasing their
light caressing of her skin, I planted soft kisses upon her hair, whispering
sweet nothings into her ear.  Very soon, I felt her grow heavier, her head and
body melding into mine.  As she lay sleeping there in my arms, I was amazed at
the depth of my feelings for her.  As I felt myself join her in blissful
slumber, I knew without question that I had never known love before she had
come along. 

I
was awoken to the early soft hues of dawn filtering
through her chamber window.  Though I wished to remain in that blissful state
with her endlessly, the stark reality of the direness of the situation in which
I was intruded.  It would be only a matter of time before they came looking for
me, and I was certain it would not be to merely administer a slap on the
wrist.  The proprietors of
Sanguelascivia
had made it painfully clear to
us many times before that they would go to whatever lengths necessary to
preserve their coveted standing among Vampire society.  Insolence of any kind
would not be tolerated. 

Not even for the purpose of our own self-preservation.

Well aware that any Vampires would now have retreated to the
shelter of their chambers, I knew what I must do.  My eyes fell upon Giuliana,
slumbering sound as a babe within my arms, her head nestled against my chest, a
contented smile upon her face.  I thought she was beautiful to me before, yet
that was so trivial, so utterly blind, compared to how immensely beautiful she
appeared to me in this dreamlike moment, now that I knew how she felt, now that
she had willingly given of herself to me. 

She trusted me. 

And that is why I must do what I knew had to be done…

Oh, but God, she feels so wonderful here in my arms, the
softness of her skin against me, her warmth melting away any hardness left in
me.  How can I possibly think about leaving this unbelievable woman?

I was struggling hard against myself, against the part of me
which had only just discovered the beauty and magic of genuine love for the
first time in my life with the part of me that told me if I truly loved her,
then I needed to be a real man and do what must be done, in order to protect
her. 

Gazing down at this enchanting creature resting snug within
my arms, I stroked her chestnut hair, feeling it like silk slipping through my
fingers and let my lips graze the skin of her forehead, careful not to wake
her.  Then I slipped out from under her, laying her head softly upon the
pillow. 

Finding a piece of paper upon her writing desk, I scribbled
a few quick words upon it before leaving her chamber.

My beloved
Giuliana,

You have altered
me more than you shall ever know.

However, fate has
dictated that I must leave here.

I hope you will
accept my deepest apologies.

I love you.

Eternally Yours,

Vincenzo

How it devastated me to turn away.  I could have gazed upon
her sweetness forever. 

But alas, forever I did not have.

I wished I could be mesmerized by her soulful eyes one last
time.  But that would only make it all the more difficult to leave.  No, rather
it would be
impossible
.  I would not be able to be strong enough under
her entrancing gaze which, with one look alone, had already captured my heart and
soul so effortlessly.

My swelling heart ascending into my throat, I tried to
swallow back the pain, tried not to allow my unaccustomed emotions to override
me.

I must go now lest I make the grave mistake of falling to
my knees before her and compromising the both of us.

Quietly, I gathered my garments— and one of hers— and
slipped through the door.  Wish as I might, I dared not look back just one last
time.  The memory of her vision would be forever ingrained upon my heart.  With
each look at her, my fortitude weakened a little more, threatening to be the
downfall of me.

Slipping into my trousers in the corridor, I quickly made my
way to my chamber, praying that they would not be there forebodingly waiting
inside for my return.  Upon opening the door, I was relieved to see that it
appeared empty.  Hastily, I shoved some garments into the old satchel I had
brought with me upon leaving the farm six years earlier, along with the gown I
had taken from Giuliana’s chamber and a few other personal effects. 

Just holding her garment for that second was enough to
detect that it was heavy with the scent of her and, though I longed to, I knew
I could not pause to relish the aroma of it now.  I would savour it later, when
my heart needed the reminder that she had indeed been real. 

T
he satchel thrown over my back, I opened the back
door at
Sanguelascivia
.  I was rather surprised to have gotten this far
without any trouble.  But then they
were
Vampires and it was daytime. 
What could they do?  Still, I half expected someone to be lurking in the
shadows to apprehend me, to drag me back and administer my ill-fated justice.

I glanced down at the calling card clutched in my hand.  It
was my ticket out of there, my only hope for a second chance.  There was no
question that I could not stay anywhere near Venice, or likely on the streets
of any city.  Word of a human man killing a Vampire would spread fast among
them.  They would be out for blood. 

Well, more than usual, that is. 

Niccolò seems like a decent enough guy, for one of them,
that is. 

I was not out of danger yet.  I still had to get from Venice
to Florence safely.  Depending upon how I was to travel, that would be a long
journey.  At least, I had the entire day of knowing the Vampires would still be
tucked away. 

If I can just make it there by twilight…

With the little bit of money I had been able to stash in my
bag, I was able to hire a coach to drive me there. 

It was dusk when I arrived in the city of Florence, the
place which gave birth to the Renaissance.  It was an undeniably beautiful
city.  Somehow I had missed coming through it on my way to Venice six years
earlier.  Had I visited it then, I may very well have just stayed on there.  It
possessed a sort of comfortable ambiance which made even a newcomer feel right
at home.

Easily finding the house by the address listed upon the
calling card, I stood before the impressive double door grand entrance of a
stately Renaissance building.  Even after all this way I had come, I hesitated
a moment before knocking, to reassess myself.

 
Is this is what I really want?  Well, no, not exactly. 
I know what it is I truly want.  Though alas, that cannot be.  As it was with
Romeo and Juliet, Giuliana and I are star-crossed lovers, destined to love one
another divinely, yet never be together.  

Though the vast majority of the performers at
Sanguelascivia
had been waiting to pounce at the chance to be offered a permanent arrangement
with a Vampire— particularly since forming a lasting bond meant the human would
enjoy a fleeting taste of immortality for the duration of the bond—never had I
possessed any desire to enter that type of covenant— especially not with one of
them
.  I had always prided myself on electing to retain my free will,
rather than submitting to the will of one of those creatures.

So what the hell was I doing here now?

Giuliana.

This woman really
had
altered my course, in more ways
than I wanted to admit.  But, I did not exactly have many other options at that
moment, now did I?

Before I could think myself out of it, I raised my hand and
knocked upon the massive dark wooden door. 

Perhaps he will not even remember me.  I have heard of
how these Vampires can be so fickle in nature.  Perhaps he has already claimed
another for his servant.

An older female house servant answered the door, her
expression expectant.

I cleared my throat to speak. 
“Buona Sera,
Signora.  I am Vincenzo of Venice. 
I have come to call upon Signor Niccolò.”

She turned to relay the message, however, the distinguished
Vampire was already striding up to the door, his face beaming with joyous astonishment. 
At once, I felt more at ease within myself.

Perhaps this will not be so terrible, after all— save for
the fact of having to abandon my sweet Giuliana.

“Ah, Vincenzo!  Do come in!” he exclaimed, his arms open in
welcome.  “How are you,
Ragazzo
?”

The interior of his home was even grander than I had
expected.  Or perhaps it was simply that many years had passed since I had been
in a grand home such as his.  Sleek marble floors lining the foyer, the walls were
adorned with paintings by several famous artists from the Renaissance era.  The
showpiece in the centre of the room was a larger than life size statue of a
nude young man standing proudly.

“I am well, Niccolò, grazie,” I answered, affecting a grin,
though I could clearly see he was not altogether convinced.  “And you?”

Niccolò gazed at me with a focused expression for an
extended moment as though he was attempting to perceive my inner thoughts, but
then appeared to have shrugged it off for the moment.  “I could not be better
than I am in this moment!” he suddenly answered full of enthusiasm.  He thought
a moment before adding, “I must say, Vincenzo, I did not expect to ever see you
at my door.   You look well!”

I look well?  Hmph!  Yeah, right!  It is hell I am
certain I look like.  But it is kind of him to suggest otherwise.  That is the
kind of man he is. 

I wondered whether I should tell him what happened.  While Niccolò
seemed like such a fine gentleman, I had to remind myself that he
was
still a Vampire.  His reaction to hearing that I had slain one of his own kind
may be too unpredictable.  I could not take my chances.

“Well, after some heartfelt consideration, I decided I could
not pass up your gracious offer,” I answered simply.  “That is, if it still
stands?”

A great smile broke across his face as he clasped his hands
together with glee.  “But of course, Vincenzo!  Nothing would delight me more!” 
Then I watched his face alter to one of concern, his infectious smile fading away
as he enquired, “If I may ask, I am dying to know what happened with your
ladylove?”

The mere mention of
her
revived my carefully placed
glorious image of the woman I could not be with to the surface of my fragile mind
where it merged with the ever present throbbing ache and flared, making it
impossible to maintain my already faltering pretense any longer.

Swallowing back the emotion already brimming to my throat, I
answered him cautiously, “Things were just not meant to be between us, that is
all.”  I wanted to be sure to terminate this conversation before it could go
any further, or there was no guarantee I could remain composed as I had somehow
managed up to this point.  I could not talk about Giuliana, to Niccolò or
anyone else.  It was much too painful.  I had to keep her locked safely in the
depths of my memory if I was to get through this and go on with my life.

Seeming to comprehend what I was endeavouring to do, he
merely smiled at me sadly.  “Well, I am sorry to hear that, Vincenzo.”  His
smile turning exultant once more, he added, “Nonetheless, I am overjoyed to
have you here!”

Returning his smile, I responded, “As am I, Niccolò, thank
you for having me.”

I was a bit surprised that someone as distinguished and
seemingly kind as Niccolò still remained without a devoted servant of his own. 
But then I realised that due to that very fact, he must be rather discerning
with his offers.  That knowledge should be very flattering to me, and I suppose
it still was.  Just not as much as it would have been several weeks ago.  Now
my mind was clouded with just one thought.

Giuliana.

Stop it, Vincenzo!  You must not dwell upon her!

As I had now committed myself to being the sole lover and
blood servant of a male Vampire, I vowed never to be with another woman again, waiting
until fate would reunite me with my Giuliana.

“Vincenzo,” Niccolò said cheerily, interrupting my self-torturous
musings.  “Please, if you will allow me to show you to your personal
bedchamber.”

“Certainly, Niccolò.  Grazie.”

 He led me up the grand staircase, overlaid with an
intricately patterned exotic carpet.  The upstairs corridor was flanked with a
seemingly endless line of tall doors.  I had to wonder how many rooms his house
must have.  At last Niccolò stopped in front of a door.  When he opened it to
show me in, I was astonished.

And I thought my chamber at
Sanguelascivia
was
elegant!  That was no comparison to this!

At least twice as large as my chamber at
Sanguelascivia
had been, the room showcased a majestic hand carved four poster bed in the
centre, swathed with down filled embroidered bedclothes in imported ivory silk. 
Every angle of the room was trimmed in elabourately carved woodwork.  The
walls, which were ensconced in a luxurious gold jacquard fabric, presented yet
more fine paintings, most of them featuring dashing young gentlemen.

 “Will this be sufficiently adequate for you, Vincenzo?” Niccolò
enquired kindly.

Adequate
,
he asks?
 

I had to laugh to myself.  It was a chamber fit for royalty!

I was nearly speechless.  How in the world had I gotten so
fortunate?  God knows I did not deserve such good fortune, especially after
what I had done to Giuliana.  

She should be here with me!  Not still at Sanguelascivia,
being subjected to engaging in all of those shameful acts.  My angel is so far
above that.  And I have left her there in hell.  Which is where I deserve to
be!  In hell for my selfish sins.

“This is beyond what I expected, Niccolò, you are most
gracious” I replied earnestly, pushing aside my self-mutilating contemplations.

“Well then, I shall give you a moment to settle yourself.  Please,
take as much time as you require and I look forward to your joining me
downstairs when you are ready.”  Niccolò smiled as he turned to go, closing the
door quietly behind him, leaving me alone.

I turned back and stared in awe at the room for a long
moment before carrying my bag to the settee at the foot of the bed and sitting
upon it.

Upon unfastening my satchel, the heavenly scent of her swiftly
permeated the air about me, carrying with it her beautiful memory.  Flinging
the contents of the bag all about me— all of which now were saturated in the same
aroma, at last I came across the gown I had swiped from her chamber when last I
was in her presence. 

Lifting it to my face I let my eyes fall shut and breathed
in long and slow.  Her intoxicating aroma infiltrated my head, moving straight
to my heart and shaking my soul, bringing the presence of her back to life.  I
moved to the bed, and laid down, clutching it against me and let the wave of
emotion I had so carefully held back the past few days take over, the hot tears
escaping down my cheeks.

L
ike leaves upon the Tuscan breeze, the years they passed
by, though never did the memory of Giuliana fade from me.  It remained just as
strong as the day I last saw her, last held her in my arms.  Always with me she
remained, safe in my heart, every moment of each new day.  I held tight to the
faith that we would be together again.  I just did not know when…

Niccolò and I had established a nice comfortable life
together.  Though I was his servant, never did he try to take advantage or push
the limits of my comfort level, and he was always careful to make sure I was
willing before requesting something of me.  When first I arrived, in the
fragile condition I was in, he required nothing at all of me, instead allowing
me as much time as I needed to settle, leaving it to me to offer my blood to
him.  Because I felt absolutely no pressure from him, in little time I yielded
my body to him.  As a lover, he proved to be gentle and attentive, holding my
needs just as highly as his own.

He truly was not only the most decent Vampire I had ever
known, but more so, he was the most decent man I had ever known!  Something
which I had not previously thought possible.

Then suddenly one day, this female
Vampire
just
showed up on our doorstep.

“Vincenzo,” Niccolò called me into the foyer, his tone
joyous as was so typical of him.  “I want you to meet a very dear old friend of
mine!”