11. Never in my Life
Chapter 11
Never in my Life
H ouse of Draca - New Orleans, LA
April 14, 2018
(8 Days before Death)
Before the turn of the hour to midnight, the intense desire he harbored for her burned him from within. The Draca caged inside of him clawed at the flesh walls of his chest, desperate to be freed. He fought against every urge, striving for self-control. As he approached his bedroom, she lifted her head from his shoulder. Through the lenses of her glasses, her eyes, laden with a burgeoning desire as heady as intoxication, locked onto his. Lucio’s breathing slowed, and his stride faltered. Suddenly, it all became clear—the reason her mind was a fortress, why she differed from the countless others he’d attempted to seduce and eventually conquered. In his arms, he realized, was potentially the one.
In the shadowed corridor leading to his bedroom, illuminated solely by the flickering light of wall candles, Lucio concentrated deeply on the teachings of his father's curse. He slightly relaxed his mental guards with careful precision, which allowed him to delicately tap into the essence of her power. Beneath her unassuming appearance, going about her everyday life, lay an ancient legacy. It reached back to Julia Brown.
“I found you, at last, Dolly,” he breathed.
“My name is Darlene, vampire,” she declared.
Lucio, taken aback by her acknowledgment of him, gently he set her on her feet. She stood confidently before him and let the words she spoke settle in. Darlene removed her glasses and tossed them to the floor. She half smiled at his frozen expression.
“Cat got your tongue?” Darlene teased.
Her hands reached behind her to lower the zipper of her dress, revealing she wore nothing beneath. Lucio’s eyebrows knitted in response to her bold seduction, his eyes captivated by her femininity—her curves and figure perfectly embodied everything he loved about a woman. As the only means of curing their father’s curse and their own, he and his brothers tirelessly searched for the scattered descendants of Julia Brown.
The descendants were emptied from the southern American states in the 1930s, particularly the parishes around New Orleans. Yet, never had they found one who could control her power so precisely. These women typically wielded their abilities instinctively, as a means of survival, akin to his own compelled thirst for blood. Here stood a mystery, a force he had yet to understand. One who addressed him by his true nature?
Darlene touched his jaw, her eyes melted to a soft, translucent brown. Her body smelled of jasmine and gardenia, rich with temptation, and a hint of tuberose. The fragrance lifted off her skin and bathed his senses. It soothed the Draca within him.
“Do you see me now, vampire? Do you truly see me, Lucio Di Salvo, son of vampire Vittorio Di Salvo?” Her hand traced a path from his jaw down his throat to rest upon his chest where his heart had once been. “Imagine what I taste like. How much I can endure.”
“I won’t need imagination for long,” said Lucio. “And no one from your lineage has been able to endure me.”
Darlene smirked. “We shall see.”
She turned and led the rest of the way, and against his own nature to destroy instead of complying, he followed. The invisible leash of desire roped tightly around his throat, making escape impossible.
Once they entered the master bedroom, the tension between them, taut like an overstretched rubber band, finally broke. Lucio seized her arm and pulled her into him with more force than he had intended. Bending to whisper in her ear, he said, “You are beautiful, but that doesn’t fool me. Don’t play games or attempt to control me, lu me’ amuri . That is not the way to survive the night. I don’t want to hurt you, Darlene, but I will have you. Until I’m satisfied.”
“Right, because you’re such a nice guy. You want to make me your gift,” she replied.
The Don closed his eyes. He drew nearer. He let his nose glide along the side of her face and savored the scent of her skin, now a pleasing mix of creamy vanilla and lavender. He traced his lips from her earlobe down her throat, his tongue lightly grazed her jugular and glided down to her collarbone. Her gasp, coupled with the scent of her arousal, threatened to unleash his Draca too soon. His breaths turned to harsh pants.
“Get on the bed,” the darkness in him spoke.
Stunned yet undeterred, she retreated towards the bed, her gaze fixed on him, never wavered.
The Don salivated for her blood, her pussy, her everything. He wouldn’t be able to restrain the Draca for long.
“I’m not afraid, Lucio. So don’t be afraid of what I offer you,” she said and reached out to him. “I’ve been waiting for you to find me.”
Once on the bed, a vaguely sensual light passed between them both. Like a spark that you only glimpsed at a distance. Darlene scooted back up into the black pillows as he crawled toward her. She parted her knees, with her feet flat to the bed, and revealed her most intimate lady parts to him. Lucio seemed impressed.
He fit between her thighs, and she pulled him down to her breasts, wrapping her arms around his neck. She insisted on the first kiss. He found her lips still warm and inviting, as they were in the hall when they shared their first kiss. His dead heart warmed with renewed emotion as their tongues intertwined in a languid dance. The most striking was a profound sense of belonging—him to her and her to him. Their kiss transcended dominance. It evolved into a mutual surrender that united them.
Darlene wielded control, an uncommon experience for her. Dolly habitually repressed her ties to the supreme dynasty she was part of a measure of effort for her own safety. Dolly remained unaware of the instances when Darlene emerged to dominate her mind, body, and soul—moments so infrequent that even Darlene marveled when granted permission. For example, she was the one who did away with the abusive boyfriend, Tyrone.
Yet the vampire accidentally discovered Dolly on the eve of his father’s curse being fulfilled. Maybe there were no accidents.
The kiss stopped. The vampire’s gaze raked over her face again, and he tried to enter her thoughts and learn the differences between Darlene and Dolly. She easily pushed him out. He pressed a kiss to her temple and tried again. Her power repelled him back. He grunted in frustration.
Her eyes fluttered shut at the tenderness of his kisses on the side of her face. Then she felt the heady sensation of his lips graze her neck. His hard, tall, broad-shouldered frame dwarfed her as he pressed in on her, and she sank down against the pillows and mattress. His hands went beneath her back and slid down to part both cheeks of her buttocks as she wrapped her legs high on his waist. She gasped into his mouth, within his kiss, as his monstrous erection rubbed against her pussy and then plunged with a single thrust.
“Gentle vampire, I’m only human, remember?” she breathed.
“You say the words as if you are meek, but I’m not fooled,” he drawled. He dropped his forehead to hers and closed his eyes as he thrust in and out of her tightness, slipping deeper with each push. “I am made for you,” he said, drawing out his words.
She teased him with a smile, flicked her tongue up at his mouth, and drew him into another kiss. He was right. Pain and pleasure became one as she adjusted to his strength and all the beautiful motions rocking back and forth against her pelvis. Her body pulsed and gyrated to instruct his rhythm. It was too much, too powerful. Tears leaked from her eyes, and her back arched. But she didn’t succumb. Not to him. Never! She would win this battle and protect Dolly’s soul.
“Where is your father?” She moaned. “Is he dying? Tell me…” she groaned. “Does he suffer? Are you afraid you’ll die like him?”
Lucio ignored the taunting questions. After nearly a century of hunting her kind, he knew the tricks they played, most of which were at his weakest moment. Nothing she said or did would spare her. He would save his father, but first, he’d devour her mind, body, and soul.
“I adore you,” he moaned.
“You are nothing more than a creature, a slave to your dragon,” she said between gasps of pleasure, matching each of his thrusts with upward gyrations of her pelvis. Inside, her core heated and melted. As his cock tunneled deeper with each thrust, her channel rippled, grasping to keep him buried deep. And she could feel him weaken. She felt every ridge and every vein as her tender walls were crowded, then rubbed relentlessly by his thrusting dick—until, at last, she whimpered the words of his curse.
“What do you know about adoring anyone? Look at what your father made you.”
“Careful, my sweet, or I’ll show you who I am,” he said.
Don Lucio withdrew, and she mourned him leaving her body. She clung to him to keep him inside of her. He took his time acquainting himself with her quivering body, kissing the most tender spots, like the crease between her breasts, her nipples, her navel. His tongue roved over her nipples after the kiss and dipped into her belly button to taste her there.
Don Lucio’s head went lower.
The touch of his tongue to the lips of her sex sent lush heat in a thrilling wave through her pussy, reaching her most intimate core. Darlene shuddered hard and wet her lips as she swallowed down a cry of passion. His tongue toggled her clit before he drew it gently between his teeth and nicked it with the diamond point. A spot of blood surfaced, and he sucked her. Her unique taste rolled over his tastebuds, and he salivated for more. Her hand went through his hair. She gripped it and slammed her thighs shut on the sides of his face. Her hips gyrated, and her sex was pushed up against his face for the feeding. Darlene creamed over the orgasmic pleasure his mouth gave.
For Don Lucio, the appetizer was all he could spare. His cock pulsed with greed. He was desperate to drive every inch of himself back inside of her.
No longer able to restrain himself a moment longer, he broke the connection that had unleashed her desire and was on her once more. Desire hit him hard and coursed through him like a raging heat wave as his belly tightened. With no warning, he forced her thighs wider apart and sank his cock into her with a single plunge as his fangs dropped. Penetration came simultaneously into her sweet pussy and throat. In a flash, her eyes stretched wide, and the fiery defiance was gone. Darlene was gone.
Dolly, his chosen one, screamed.