Bianca was dreaming, usually she did not; the state she entered every day was not really sleep in the human sense. She was transported back in time, to her first years as a vampire, when she was still learning how to survive and thrive. He was still with her, she was happy then, they would hunt together, prowling the streets and canals of Venice in search of prey. She still plied her trade, however she was careful not to kill her clients. She took care to take only a little from each one, sometimes bringing home a pair of them to share with her vampire lover.
She used her newfound powers to seduce her human prey and to encourage them to be more generous in their payment for her services. Often she could enchant them to the point of not even having to have sex with them, instead, instilling false memories instead. Her passion was reserved for him. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, dark wavy hair, perfect pale skin, and deep, compelling green eyes. His perfectly sculpted features reminded her of some of the paintings by the great artists of the Renaissance. He was gorgeous, and he was hers.
Her dream turned to a scene of them making love; she straddled him, undulating her body as she rode him to a higher peak. His hands caressed her breasts, rubbing her nipples and cupping the fullness. She bent to kiss him, fangs grazing his lip and drawing blood and a moan from him. The kiss deepened as she tasted the tang of his blood, he pulled away and took her left nipple in his mouth, piercing the flesh around the tender bud and sucking gently. She threw her head back in ecstasy, burying her hands in his hair. Her lips parted in a moan that built into a scream as the wave of pleasure crashed over her as they both climaxed the shudders and aftershocks lasting several minutes.
Raven sat bolt upright in his bed, the sheets pooled around his hips, his semen cooling on them. His cock still throbbed with need, pulsing insistently.
