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Lucrezia did not take Eric's advice and leave her silver at home. But she did have the silver knife inside her purse with absolutely no intention of bringing it out unless it was a matter of life and death. After talking to Michael (and then, inevitably, Cesare, because Michael simply couldn't keep anything from her brother), she was even more wary of the idea of vampires than she'd been before. Her brother had also very intentionally not warned her away from them, and she was smart enough to know that he probably saw how she might be useful. And that didn't bother her. She was a Borgia, after all. And she had a lot of anger and unrest at the moment. Best to distract herself. And finding out more about vampires seemed like an awfully good distraction. As did finding out more about her brother's connection to vampires, which he hadn't exactly been forthcoming about.

So she went back to the Blood Diamond one night. Alone, this time. It was a warm night, one of the first in a while, and so she was wearing a white fluttery dress spotted with red cherry blossoms, and red heels. She wondered if there was something she should or should not wear to look more or less like a snack. She had no idea. Would a tight black leather dress have been better or worse?

She garnered a few looks as she walked in, going to the bar. She ordered an old fashioned, and looked up to the balcony, wondering if she would see Eric. She supposed she could ask for him, though she wanted to look around a bit first.

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Lucrezia groaned in pleasure and frustration. The stimulation so soon after she'd orgasmed was the perfect mixture of discomfort and bliss, teetering in between.

Eric did not let up, as merciless in this as he could be in other things. He wanted her to push through the discomfort of overstim and into another orgasm, and he followed whatever cue she gave him to make sure his fingers worked on her in the best, worst way possible, even as he kept fucking into her.

Lucrezia wasn't sure that she had ever felt anything quite like this. Part of her wanted it to be over right now, and another part wanted it to never end...

"Oh god - oh fuck - "

She came, again, and it seemed to go on even longer this time, as if her body had to squeeze out every inch of energy towards this.

And this time, Eric let go as well, thrusting into her hard and fast as she clenched around him, double-timing the thrust of his hips with vampire speed until he came inside her with a groan, a hand fisted in her hair. He loosened it after a few seconds, stroking it down her back as his lips found her shoulder for a soft kiss.

Lucrezia's entire body felt like jello.

"You - you may have to hold me up," she said breathlessly, a hint of a laugh in her voice.

The corner of Eric's lips ticked up into a small smile. "I'll do even better." He pulled out of her, and scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. He walked over to the couch in the corner and sat down, settling her down in his lap and finding her lips for another kiss, one large hand coming to cup her face.

Lucrezia melted against him. She hadn't had sex like that in... well, to be perfectly honest, ever, probably. Sex with Paul had been amazing, but it still wasn't like that.

"I feel like I should be thanking you," she murmured when the kiss broke and she lay her head against his chest.

"Thank me, then," Eric replied quietly, settling his hand in her hair and gently stroking it as he relaxed in the couch.

Lucrezia sighed softly, contently. "Thank you," she said. "That was amazing." She already felt slightly sore and imagined it would be worse tomorrow, but totally worth it.

"Thank you, Lucrezia," Eric replied, a small smile playing on his lips.

She genuinely hoped that it had been good for him, too, but did not want to seem so insecure as to ask.

"You may have to carry me home," she sighed.

"I trust you'll recover," Eric assured her, amused. He had not gone that hard on her.

Lucrezia only smiled up at him. "Perhaps I was exaggerating. Now, I like to be clear where I stand, so - is this something that will happen again, or should I start making myself more scarce?" She didn't sound as if she would be horribly offended if it were the former. But she certainly did not want to embarrass herself by making further advances if he was a one-night-stand kind of guy.

"Do you always try and have men make decisions right after a splendid fuck?" Eric asked curiously. He approved of the tactic, for all that it wasn't going to work on him.

"Not always," Lucrezia said innocently. "I suppose you don't have to answer. I just like seeing cards on the table."

"I enjoy your company, fucking or not fucking," Eric told her, winding a lock of her hair around his finger. "Don't make yourself too scarce."

He was very purposefully not giving her an answer.

Lucrezia chuckled. "That is a very good answer," she said.

Cesare would probably be horrified if he found out about this. She didn't mind.

"I'm glad you approve," Eric assured her. Teasing, of course, in his own wry way.

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