[Giuliana] Release
Long, elegant nails painted a deep garnet red glisten in the street lights flashing through the window of the dark car, as they rest primly upon the lap of the petite Italian in the back seat. The pale figure next to her finally breaks his gaze from the outside to fix upon her face, the faintest of frowns marring his expression. Her own features are like stone, carefully composed and neutral, and it crosses his mind that she could double as the statue of a goddess.
The fact that she'd displayed near Nazi-like ruthlessness and logic just moments earlier only served to intensify his desire to possess her this night.
The car turns a corner, and she feels his attention, shifting her eyes to meet his. Silence fills the air, nothing is said, they need no words to communicate, and she moves not one other muscle until the car halts in front of their destination and the ghoul exits the car quickly to open her door.
"Madam...."
With inhuman grace, she slides from the vehicle into the chilly December air, and he is instantly in step next to her, up the steps, pushing open the door, leading her inside. Coats are discarded in the foyer, and then they are across the first floor, downstairs, and down the long hall to the room at the end. Her fingertips land on the doorknob, turn it with a soft click, and she's inside.
Pale, strong fingers wrap around her upper arm, spinning her around as the door slams shut behind them. Tearing her arm free from his grasp, she bares fangs, vitae flooding her body as she moves with lightning speed to force him back against the door, one forearm against his chest, one hand sliding up, up his throat, forcing his jaw up and to the side, jugular exposed, fangs pressed to cold flesh, and it is then that she notes... he doesn't resist.
She exhales purposefully against his skin, her breath cool, an act of pure taunting, and the two are frozen in position for a long second, the room silent. In the next instant, his hands are upon her, grasping her waist, lifting, and forcing her back, deeper into the room. The garnet nails sink into the flesh of his shoulders as she fights, and he hisses, his own fangs bared at the sharp bite of pain. Dropping her unceremoniously upon the expansive bed, he is upon her at once.
Pinned to the bed by her hands, she bucks against him, trying to throw his weight off balance, but the long skirts of the dress she'd chosen for the evening impede her movements, and she lets out a frustrated sound.
He grins, "Please, allow me..." and wicked claws form from the fingertips of one hand, deftly shredding the expensive fabrics and baring her pale thighs.
She narrows her eyes in the dim light, "You'll pay for that--" and he cuts her off, "They can be replaced." The clawed hand comes up, sliding over her torso, across her chest, and up her throat. Her head tilts to one side as she relents, eyes drifting closed, throat bared. His eyes become pools of obsidian as the light in the room seems to fade and die out, and he grasps her by the throat, pulling her up against the headboard and joining himself to her.
She can feel his fangs at her throat, sinking into her flesh, and she inhales with a gasp as the intensity of the Kiss hits her, floods her senses, and then another sensation joins it - claws biting into her flesh. The feeling is overwhelming, searing, frightening, and for a second she can feel her Beast rise up in retaliation, but then it shifts. Time loses meaning at that moment, and her awareness becomes altered.
It's too much, and before she knows it, the sweet coppery taste of vitae fills her mouth, delectable, fine, and even as she savors it, she recoils from the danger of it, the risk of addiction. Her eyes open to pitch black, and even enhancing her vision does little to add detail to the room in the Shadow'ed darkness. Withdrawing her fangs from the muscled flesh of his shoulder, she licks the spot, healing it, pressing a kiss there.
He returns the kiss with one of his own, healing the fang marks upon her throat. The claws disappear, and his lips press kisses to the livid puncture marks across her exposed chest. His voice, when he speaks, is quiet, reverent, "You've had an experience." His words are more a statement than a question.
"Si," she responds in a sigh, after a moment.
"A spiritual experience."
She nods, knowing that he can see her, regardless of the darkness.
"The Mother has touched you."
She shivers slightly, awareness creeping across her flesh. The marks will be there for a couple of nights, but she doesn't think that moment will be out of her head any time soon.
The fact that she'd displayed near Nazi-like ruthlessness and logic just moments earlier only served to intensify his desire to possess her this night.
The car turns a corner, and she feels his attention, shifting her eyes to meet his. Silence fills the air, nothing is said, they need no words to communicate, and she moves not one other muscle until the car halts in front of their destination and the ghoul exits the car quickly to open her door.
"Madam...."
With inhuman grace, she slides from the vehicle into the chilly December air, and he is instantly in step next to her, up the steps, pushing open the door, leading her inside. Coats are discarded in the foyer, and then they are across the first floor, downstairs, and down the long hall to the room at the end. Her fingertips land on the doorknob, turn it with a soft click, and she's inside.
Pale, strong fingers wrap around her upper arm, spinning her around as the door slams shut behind them. Tearing her arm free from his grasp, she bares fangs, vitae flooding her body as she moves with lightning speed to force him back against the door, one forearm against his chest, one hand sliding up, up his throat, forcing his jaw up and to the side, jugular exposed, fangs pressed to cold flesh, and it is then that she notes... he doesn't resist.
She exhales purposefully against his skin, her breath cool, an act of pure taunting, and the two are frozen in position for a long second, the room silent. In the next instant, his hands are upon her, grasping her waist, lifting, and forcing her back, deeper into the room. The garnet nails sink into the flesh of his shoulders as she fights, and he hisses, his own fangs bared at the sharp bite of pain. Dropping her unceremoniously upon the expansive bed, he is upon her at once.
Pinned to the bed by her hands, she bucks against him, trying to throw his weight off balance, but the long skirts of the dress she'd chosen for the evening impede her movements, and she lets out a frustrated sound.
He grins, "Please, allow me..." and wicked claws form from the fingertips of one hand, deftly shredding the expensive fabrics and baring her pale thighs.
She narrows her eyes in the dim light, "You'll pay for that--" and he cuts her off, "They can be replaced." The clawed hand comes up, sliding over her torso, across her chest, and up her throat. Her head tilts to one side as she relents, eyes drifting closed, throat bared. His eyes become pools of obsidian as the light in the room seems to fade and die out, and he grasps her by the throat, pulling her up against the headboard and joining himself to her.
She can feel his fangs at her throat, sinking into her flesh, and she inhales with a gasp as the intensity of the Kiss hits her, floods her senses, and then another sensation joins it - claws biting into her flesh. The feeling is overwhelming, searing, frightening, and for a second she can feel her Beast rise up in retaliation, but then it shifts. Time loses meaning at that moment, and her awareness becomes altered.
It's too much, and before she knows it, the sweet coppery taste of vitae fills her mouth, delectable, fine, and even as she savors it, she recoils from the danger of it, the risk of addiction. Her eyes open to pitch black, and even enhancing her vision does little to add detail to the room in the Shadow'ed darkness. Withdrawing her fangs from the muscled flesh of his shoulder, she licks the spot, healing it, pressing a kiss there.
He returns the kiss with one of his own, healing the fang marks upon her throat. The claws disappear, and his lips press kisses to the livid puncture marks across her exposed chest. His voice, when he speaks, is quiet, reverent, "You've had an experience." His words are more a statement than a question.
"Si," she responds in a sigh, after a moment.
"A spiritual experience."
She nods, knowing that he can see her, regardless of the darkness.
"The Mother has touched you."
She shivers slightly, awareness creeping across her flesh. The marks will be there for a couple of nights, but she doesn't think that moment will be out of her head any time soon.