As he woke, he walked to the window to find the last remnants of the sun setting below the western sky. His favorite time of day! He loved the magnificent hues the sky welcomed each night, the way everything seemed to ‘come alive’ underneath the stars and lights of the city. He could feel her close to him, his ache to have her growing desperate with each fleeting moment.
How he loved to watch her stand on the balcony of her home, the purple sky behind her as if it were a frame for her portrait. He loved it best when her long blonde hair hung loosely against her shoulders, her sheer white nightgown blowing in the breeze, her pale blue eyes lost in her thoughts of him. A wicked smile crept across his face as he remembered the way she had called out to him earlier. She wanted him, needed him and tonight would be the night he offered her the world. Tonight, six months from the date that he first heard her cries, he would claim his reward. Nothing would stop him from possessing her love, her passion nor her soul.
Isabella rushed home, threw her packages in the closet and began to light several candles around the room, not forgetting to crack the balcony doors for her ‘lover’. She laid the dress across the bed and proceeded to the bathroom to draw a bubble bath. Once the water was running at a steady pace, she slipped off to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine and then put on her favorite classical album before getting into the warm bath. As she lay in the tub, the warm water soothing her body, the music soothing her mind and the wine soothing her spirit, she drifted effortlessly into a peaceful slumber.
It wasn’t long before the dream began. He knelt beside her, his breath hot against her neck, his hand breaking the stillness of the water as it slipped beyond sight and found it’s intended target. She moaned softly as he began to tease her hardened nub with his long slender fingers. His hand soon found hers and he pulled her up and out of the tub, the suds dripping from her wet skin and pooling at her feet.
“Tonight is ours my sweetness, follow your heart and come to me,” he said as he pulled her against him roughly. “You’ll know how to find me and I will be there waiting for you” he said as he disappeared.
Isabella woke up as her hand brushed the wineglass; the sound deafening as it shattered against the marbled floor. She looked around the room only to find that she had been dreaming once again. However, within her heart she knew that he would indeed be there waiting for her when she arrived. She sank back against the garden tub and rubbed her eyes.
Part of her wanted to stay there all night long, thinking that maybe, just maybe, Taylor was right and she was losing her mind after all. Here she was, a 28-year-old woman with a college degree about to get all dressed up in an expensive ball gown and head out into the darkest of nights. She didn’t even have a clue as to where she was going, whom she was searching for or how she was going to find him.
“I must be crazy!” she laughed.
Then as clear as her dreams were to her, she heard his voice.
“Isabella, come to me! Come to me....”
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He waited. He knew that she would come, but the anticipation of the night ahead was proving to be exhausting for him. Normally it was not in his nature to wait for something he wanted so badly, something he needed so desperately. He would simply take it, no matter what the price. But in this case, he would make an exception. She WAS the exception! She was like nothing he had ever encountered and she ignited a fire within the soul that he thought he had lost many years ago.
He stood idol by the window, lost in his thoughts, the candles lining the room flickering as he continued to wait for her. For his true love. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He could see her clearly. The way she sucked him into her inner most thoughts puzzled him yet excited him at the same time. He found himself lose all control of the situation when she called out to him. He knew what she was doing and he could wait no longer. He went to her, slipping in unnoticed. He needed to touch her. He needed a ‘taste’ of her before revealing to her his true identity and intentions. He couldn’t control the urge any longer. Just a small taste of her sweetness would satisfy him, or so he thought. What could it hurt? His mind control was powerful as he worked himself into her thoughts, her eyes shutting instinctively at his suggestions.
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