She took a quick breath and dove back into the kiss, placing her hand on his cheek and pulling his face to hers. She pressed her body as close as she could to his. Her pulse raced, and tingles shot down her spine. He was enchanting, intoxicating, and being so close, she yearned for him again. Even the simplest kiss seemed to make her blood boil with desire.

How had this happened? Overnight lust had swallowed her up whole, and she'd fallen hard for a man that, albeit her husband, she barely knew. How could she be this infatuated with him? How had he bewitched her so quickly. In that moment, the why and how didn't matter nearly as much as his lips and tongue did. She pried them open and delved into his mouth, drinking him in.

The girl was insatiable, jumping on him like a fox jumped on a rabbit. He felt her body press into his, her breasts press against his chest. Their tongues danced with each other, and he felt the fire ignite in his loins. His hands roamed from her back down to her hips and then to her rear, giving a good squeeze.

He cursed her dress and the level of difficulty it took to get it on and off. His want for her only rising to the point he considered tearing the clothes off her against his better nature. Instead, he kept kissing and kissing, having no need to break for air and revelling in the electric feel of her lips against his.

He knew no one would come into the room and disturb them. It was well known that he did not like to be disturbed unless it was an absolute emergency, and he could not think of any reason today might be the day for one. He kept squeezing and tantalizing her, eventually remembering that she needed to breathe and parting their lips. He couldn't help but wonder if her heavy breaths were from arousal or lack of air, perhaps both.

Marcello did not reengage and waited to see if she would round on him again, playing with the lace that kept her dress tied at the back suggestively. He was testing her. Just how voracious was she? How badly did she truly want him?

She'd thought she might faint before he finally broke the kiss, but she sure as hell would not be the one to do it. She panted, breasts heaving as he did, gulping air. As she caught her breath, his hands did not cease their exploration of her body, and as they hovered over her corset's laces, she trembled beneath him.

After a long moment, she pressed her lips back onto his, gripping the back of his neck to pull him down to her and her up to him. Her mouth tore at his, as though her very life depended on that kiss. With her free hand, she reached around behind herself, taking his hand in her own and tugging at the laces. Of course, it wasn't as if untying them would magically make the dress fall off, but it at least was a subtle way of say she wanted it to.

She could loosen the laces completely if he so desired, but she wanted to give him a chance to undress her. Once releasing his own hand, hers roamed around to his front, grazing over the outline of his member within the pants. Her fingers felt as though they were on fire as she stroked it through the fabric. Just touching it, even with his britches still on, made her folds grow wet with desire.

He quickly realised she wanted the dress off and had begun undoing the lacing. He had almost finished when she suddenly she grazed his manhood. That was the final straw. Marcello tugged roughly at the dress, using his supernatural strength, ripping it from her body. He could wait no longer and properly untie his gift, instead he tore off the wrapping roughly, ready to enjoy it.

He pulled away from her lips once more to behold her in her semi-clothed state. Immediately, he grabbed her underthings and tore them open as well, freeing her breasts and leaving her bare before him. Leaning back in to kiss her deeply, his hands kneaded her breasts, loving the sense of power he felt from the pleasure he gave her. There was nothing more gratifying than her trembling body, moaning and aching for him.

She gasped as he tore off her clothing. It would be awkward trying to get back to their room, but for the time being, it only seemed to spur her on. As he pawed at her breasts, she moaned into his mouth, louder than she'd meant to, the sound not seeming very muffled at all, but she couldn't hold back the noises nor did he seem to want her to.

He let his hardened member grind against her for a moment before withdrawing. While he still had yet to address his own clothing situation, doing so gave him more satisfaction, teasing her to the peak of arousal. "I want you, Natalia, I want every part of you." His breath was heavy upon her ear, his words thick like molasses.

This wasn't like last night at all. There was no nervousness this time, only lust and desire. No quiet bedroom, just a private art studio with echoing walls. His words resonated in her, making her long for him more than she knew she could. "I want you too—make love to me—" she pleaded against his lips as her fingers, trembling, fumbled with the laces of his trousers. Her lips were on his once more, sucking at his lower lip, tugging at it with her teeth as she fought to free him.

After a few tries, she finally completed her task, taking his cock in her hand and pumping up and down his shaft. Suddenly she broke the kiss and dropped to her knees in front of him, guiding him into her mouth. Natalia had never attempted this before, but it was yet another thing she'd read in her books; and she was aching to try it. She wanted to give him the indescribable pleasure that men begged for in those pages. Large green eyes stared up at him with such a mix of innocence and desire. It was as though those sparkling emeralds on her face were seeking permission or approval, wanting to know that he found this irresistible and not appalling.

As he reached down and raked his hands through her hair with a broad smile, she took it as her answer and moved her wet mouth around him, hollowing her cheeks, and gliding him in and out, steadying his cock with her hand as she pressed him farther and farther back into her throat.

He had never suspected this from a lady such as herself. There was no way her many years of education taught her this. It was clearly something she had a secret desire for, an innate want to please and give pleasure. He let his head fall back as he savored the sensations. She was no expert by any means, but the simple fact she was doing it all made him weak in the knees. He moaned as he could hear and feel her taking him deeper with each pass.

His hands wove their way into her hair, nails running gently along her scalp. Eventually, he composed himself enough to look down at her and saw a breathtaking sight. He would have to save this in his mind to paint later: her perfect pouty lips were wide open as she took as much of him as she could, her naked form still heaving and aching for pleasure. Those eyes looking up at him: a mixture of sweet innocence and devilish desire—it was a scene of perfection.

For the first time since their meeting, he selfishly hoped she would take the chance to change into a vampire. If for no other reason than their ability to make love tirelessly. She would never need to breathe. He could choke her endlessly with his cock, and she wouldn't even need a break. What fun that would be.

After allowing her free rein for a few moments, he asserted some dominance over his wife, gently using his hands on her head to guide her back and forth on his rock hard cock. He kept it as gentle guidance, not wanting to ram himself down her untested throat... yet.

He could feel himself slowly building, a pressure in his groin that would soon need to be released. He tried to hold off for as long as he could, truly wanting to savour the act she was performing. As he looked down, he made her a promise, words stalling each time she brought him deeper. "I will—make love to you—until you tire. Bring you to—every peak I am capable. —You—please me—so much—it would only be—fair to—return such pleasure."

His hands, gripping her hair, made her shiver with delight as he guided her back and forth over his cock. She wanted him so badly, but she didn't want to not finish what she'd started either. As her lips came up over him once more, she drew back enough to look in his eyes and beg, "take me... please..."

Her begging plea made him shiver. He'd been with so many women, but he had never experienced anything like this. If he didn't know better, he'd say she compelled him with her words. He gently guided her off his cock and proceeded to shed his shirt and kick off his pants. He grabbed her up in his arms with relative ease, cradling her, and sped almost inhumanly to a nearby couch.

He laid her down, unable not to notice just how wet she was already, the blood coursing through her making her rife with readiness. He positioned himself over her, lying on top as he met her eyes, and pushed himself into her. There was no resistance like there had been before, but she was still as tight as the previous night. He gently lifted her legs to his shoulders so he could push himself even deeper. Leaving her in a less dignified position. After what she'd just done with her mouth, he doubted she would care.

He slowly thrust his hips, letting out small moans as he did so. Her tight warmth felt so welcoming, and her mouth had brought him so close to his peak, he couldn't hold himself back. He picked up the pace almost instantly. His lips met hers again, kissing her furiously, biting at her lip, only barely holding himself back from biting down hard enough to draw blood. Something about the spontaneous nature of it drove him wild, knowing his princess was a hungry little lover.

He slid along her wet walls, filling her up with his length and girth, then shifting her to plunge in even deeper, bottoming out inside her. She moaned louder as he did, feeling the same sensation from the night before as he rocked in rhythm. "Oh, Marcello..." she breathed, arching her back as he rammed against her cervix.

His mouth was once again upon hers, but it didn't stifle the squeaking noise that escaped as hot liquid shot out of her, her body shuddering underneath him. It felt even better than the night before. She didn't know that was possible! Her brain was cloudy with ecstasy as her breasts heaved below him, her mouth momentarily detaching from his to gasp for air.

He felt her shudder beneath him as her walls clenched him trying to get him to empty himself within her, but he still had more left to give. He didn't slow his pace this time as he kept thrusting, if anything becoming more rough, as there was an audible slap of flesh every time he pounded into her. The pleasure only heightening as he got closer and closer to his peak.

"My sweet Natalia," he moaned over and over, moving one hand to massage one of her breasts and keeping the other for balance. A few more thrusts, and he buried himself as deep as he could go, lifting her bum slightly off the couch as he did so. Letting all his seed spill out within her. He wasn't sure how much he ejaculated, but knew it was a hell of a lot, as he kept coming and coming.

As he ejaculated, it felt like the stream penetrated far past her cavern, straight into her womb. He filled her full. It even spilled out of her before he withdrew. They'd made quite a mess.

His mind blurred over with ecstasy until he eventually started to return to normal. His body was not even remotely tired; he could go again and again with her if he wanted. However, he feigned heavy breathing and collapsed beside her. No human could've done such lovemaking and not needed at least a brief rest. He gripped her thigh with one hand, not caring how sticky they both were, just wishing to touch her. "Oh Natalia, I love you so. Was that pleasing for you too?"

She assumed he was well aware she enjoyed it just as much as he did, but if he wanted to hear it, she'd say it. "That was incredible..." she panted, kissing his lips again. "You are absolutely incredible, Marcello."

She leaned her head back for a moment, coming back to her senses and smiling. "I don't know how I got so lucky..." he was a caring person, an amazing lover, and handsome to boot. She couldn't imagine having found anyone more perfect. "And I'm falling madly in love with you." She said, barely above a whisper.

He wasn't sure if she intended for him to hear that last part, but with his hearing there was no way he could miss it. He laid beside her and cuddled her, being careful not to jostle her body too much. Instead, he kissed her cheek and smiled. "I'm perfect? Few ladies would have done what you just did. You're astounding Natalia, and I love that about you." His fingers gently twisted into her hair as he looked down at the beauty.

They basked in the afterglow together quietly, neither sure of how much time passed, as both their breathing slowed and their heads cleared. He still hadn't moved her, keeping her body brimmed with his seed, but the idea of it had been an afterthought. He'd nearly released in her mouth! Had he just had sex with this human for fun? Because it felt good? Was he actually falling for her, not just saying those words? That had certainly never happened before, and he found himself at odds with his thoughts. Was that so bad? She was his wife, but truly caring for her might make the next part more tricky. He brushed the conflict out of his mind for the time being.

Finally he decided they'd waited long enough, and he gently pulled her body to tuck into his. "There's so many more things I want to do with you. So many other ways I can make you happy." He then whispered also, unsure if she could hear, "for I too am falling frighteningly in love with you... I think..."