| Dark Heart By Mommints and Adriana |
| ~*~ Chapter 4 ~*~ By mutual agreement through mental communication, Luciano met Bianca back at the villa and was already prepared for the temper tantrum the blonde would have after having seen his earlier conquest. True to her word, Bianca was livid and as soon as Luciano appeared in the main floor, overlooking the sea, a vase flew through the air and crashed into a wall behind him. “Bastard!” Bianca screamed. “Tsk tsk mio cara, such a display of anger really doesn’t suit you.” “Doesn’t suit me?! What was that I saw out on the gondola, hmm? A little kissing game with a new girl?” “She is of no concern to you, Bianca.” Warned Luciano. “I make it my concern when the girl looks like your damned wife!” Screeched the vampire and a moment later, realized her mistake. Luciano grabbed her by the throat, his red eyes glaring as he slowly started to squeeze. “You overstep your boundaries, Bianca.” Unaffected by his grip, Bianca’ eyes flared red and she grabbed him by the shoulders and expertly flipped him into a nearby wall, silently reminding him she was still far more superior in strength. Before he could recover, she was by his side and hauled him up against the side of the wall, examining him like he was a new trinket or diamond. “And you forget yourself, Luciano and who has saved you. Have you forgotten what I’ve done for you, what I’ve sacrificed in making you what you are today?” “I have....never forgotten.” He whispered forlornly and Bianca felt her anger dissolve as she let him slide down the wall, then pulled him into her embrace. “Then let us forget about what’s happened tonight. Let us start anew with our love, and forget all else.” “Yes.” He sighed, feigning acceptance and knew what needed to be done. His pulled Bianca into his arms, cupping her from behind until their thighs were crushed together and she felt the stirring of his manhood. His hands roamed over her sleek body, gently pulling off the straps to her gown, raining kisses over her cool flesh. “Ah yessss, help me to forget, il mio amore (my love).” She crooned, her hands tangling in his long hair. She removed his jacket and ripped open his shirt, revealing his hard chest and wanting to kiss it but Luciano held her off, instead placing her hands in a grip above her head, as if holding her prisoner. The dress slide off the perfect form that was her body, past her narrow hips and whispered to the floor where it lay in a puddle around her feet. Luciano followed the dress, kissing and licking a path as he continued loving her, until he came to the silky juncture at her thighs. With a soft touch, he parted her legs and sought out the center of her being, and started to worship her, on bent knee as if in homage. Bianca held onto his shoulders as tremors of pleasure coursed through her and her knees threatened to buckle. Skillfully he brought her to a shattering climax, her cry of release sounding like the scream of a banshee in the night. And while her spirit was still pulsing from the waves of ecstasy, her defenses down and unguarded, Luciano used a trick had he had learned and was unknown to Bianca. With one finger, he tapped her on the forehead and caught her as she passed out in his arms, her mind effectively shut down. He picked up the limp body and carried her over to a soft divan, thoughtfully covering her nakedness with a silk throw. And he disappeared from the villa, intent on searching for his love and materialized outside the arched windows of the Villa Maravegie, outside the room of Adriana Guzman. He did a quick mental search for the room and lucky for him, only Adriana fast asleep in one of the beds. Her sister was nowhere to be found. He hovered near the windows, his keen eyes making out the still form of his love fast asleep and he was unable to stop himself as he called to her, from his soul. “Adriana.” The whisper was like a fine mist, floating through the closed window, rolling into the room and surrounding the bed like an unearthly green halo. It crept up the beside until it framed Adriana’s entire body and when she breathed in, it rushed into her lungs and body like a potent wine. She turned on the bed but was able to escape the sound of his call, now echoing within her own body and she turned in a restless sleep. “Adriana.” He called again, this time much stronger and it fairly flew into the room, joining the already present mist and becoming more insistent. As if in a dream, Adriana awakened and sat up in bed, her hair slightly mussed from sleep, her eyes detached and glassy as she crawled out of bed and answered who was calling to her soul. She slowly walked over to the windows, her Pooh night shirt hitched up over her hips, revealing a pair of strong, lean legs that Luciano couldn’t help but admire, and wished those legs were wrapped around him as they made sweet love to each other. And like a dream, she saw her mysterious prince waiting for her, his shirt open to the waist, exposing his lean body, his hair flowing over his shoulders like silk and his hands out in supplication. “Adriana.” He all but sobbed and leaned his forehead against the cool glass. The window unlatched and Adriana flung it open, just Tatianna walked through the door. “Hey Tata, what on earth are you doing?” She asked and flung her purse on a nearby chair. “Huh?” Adriana woke up groggy, as if she had been sleep walking and stared in befuddlement at the open window. She looked out into the cool night, half expecting, half hoping to see someone there but shrugged when she saw nothing but the empty balcony. “Are you ok?” Tatianna asked as she kicked off her sandals and sat down on her bed, struggling to unzip her dress. “Since you’re up, can you get this?” “Oh, sure.” Adriana mumbled and walked over to help, still not sure why she felt....excited, tingling with anticipation. “How come you’re back so early, didn’t it work out with those two guys I saw earlier?” “We might be seeing them tomorrow night. Who knows, I was just having fun. What happened with your date, why are you back so early?” She asked and went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. “Nothing, he brought me back because I asked him too, but we’re going out tomorrow night.” Tatianna peeked her head out of the bathroom, still talking with the toothbrush in her mouth. “A date? Tomorrow night, that’s cool!” “Yeah, it is.” But Adriana shivered and subconsciously wrapped her arms around herself, hearing the echo of her name in her mind. “Tata, are you ok? You’re acting weirder than normal.” Her sister asked as she came out and changed into a nightshirt. “I’m fine, just a little tired I guess. I’m going back to sleep. Are we still up for the tour tomorrow?” “You bet, Greta and Cynthia can’t wait. I set the alarm for eight o’clock so we can get some breakfast before we go.” “Sounds good, night Casper.” “Good night, Tata.” ~*~ He hovered outside the window, like a shadow, his heart wanting to be inside with his love, his body wanted to be in the bed she climbed back into but for now, all he could do was watch. Wish. And plan. There was no doubt in his heart who Adriana really was, now he had to make the choice. To risk everything and try to eliminate Bianca so he could become mortal again or bring Adriana over to his world as a blood drinker. He hung his dark head in shame when he realized he looked forward more to drinking her blood, than to end his own blood drinking existence. Indeed, Luciano was becoming more like the beast he had been changed into and that realization was the most frightening of all. Maybe the sweet love of his Adriana could save him and his soul. Luciano disappeared from the villa, sensing dawn was a few hours away and appeared back at the Bianca’s villa, finding the other vampire still in his induced slumber. With a sigh of regret, he stripped out of his pants and positioned himself over her, like they had just finished making love and tapped her on the forehead again. She immediately woke up, at first surprised then pleased to feel their passionate embrace, exactly guessing what he had intended, their passion had been spent and both were sated. Luciano closed his mind to her, and Bianca never guessed where he had been or what he had done. Her smile faded when without a word, Luciano pulled himself from her cold arms and disappeared into his lair to sleep. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Dark Heart - Chapter 5 |