Carnem Levare by Jaxx Summers Page A

it
was the seductive whistles of the breezes rushing the waves that
soothed the soul.
    A leaf clung to Anastasia’s loose bun, and Stefano
considered it to be the perfect opportunity to reach up and remove
it. In the process, he took full advantage in trailing the back of
his right hand along her lengthy lashes, powdered cheeks, perky
lips and the exposure of her breasts. She shivered, but clearly
fought to remain still. Stefano wanted a reaction. He needed to
know that he was capable of making her lose control because, in her
presence, he was irrevocably lost.
    Rather than withdraw his hand from her milky tones,
he allowed it to settle between her peaks. For a moment, his eyes
withdrew from their course, seeking approval from her gaze.
    His lover was smitten.
    As she sat in peaceful lust, the heaving of her pale
bosoms continued to deepen. Stefano’s own chest begun pounding. His
lips were suddenly dry and in need of moisture. His tongue traced
along the edges, while he palmed the astonishing growth of her
womanly figure. She was perfectly packaged, waiting to be unwrapped
someday. Stefano envisioned that day, hoping in its fruition.
    “ Anastasia, I promise to love you .
. .” His tone increased. He grew nervous, taking a deep breath
before continuing. “Forever Anastasia, forever. My love, I need
you.”
    In all his nineteen years, Stefano had never taken a
woman. He was promised to Anastasia and she to him, and so they
waited to be husband and wife.
    “ Must we wait forever?” Anastasia
asked, peering from beneath fluttering lashes. “Stefano, you were
mine before birth. I don’t need a vow to prove what is meant to
be.” Their families’ bond had been solidified when their mothers,
lifelong friends, had become pregnant and given birth on the same
day.
    And so this day Stefano and Anastasia decided to no
longer wait for family and religion to dictate what they already
knew to be inevitable. Anastasia’s home was empty, save for a few
servants. She dismissed their presence. Her parents had gone off to
attend hours of revelries in preparation for the festivities.
    Stefano had been inside of the Soranzo home many
times. There was very little that he had not seen, especially since
their families were engrained in each other’s lives. But today, he
would venture beyond his unspoken limits.
    As they moved amongst the treasures of gold fixtures
and dusty rose furnishings, he dare not stop to admire. He had done
so many times before. While they climbed upwards from the lower
levels, his breathing sped up and heart pounded. Today, images and
shades became mere distractions on his path to manhood. Anastasia’s
gown was slightly raised, revealing the backs of gleaming white
shoes. Stefano advanced as she did, becoming entranced with her
scurrying.
    Once they were inside Anastasia’s elaborate burnt
orange room, Stefano secured the lock. His lover stood only two
feet from his position. She extended her arms, giving him
permission to advance. He didn’t hesitate.
    Since the time they’d been out in daylight, Stefano
had wondered what it would feel like to bury his head inside
Anastasia’s mountains. He dipped down to find out, first releasing
unwavering kisses upon her neck. Wasting no time, he speedily freed
a single breast from its restraint. He gasped at its fullness.
Anastasia advanced backwards. Reaching the simplistic cradle of her
nightly dreams, she spun around, encouraging him to loosen her
reins.
    He panted after reaching only her petticoat and
linen undergarments. It was a task, but he was successful without
having to rip the brilliantly designed frock to shreds. He swiftly
removed his own attire, tossing everything aside. At five foot
eleven inches, his entire body was glorious and well cared for.
Anastasia ran her palms against the rise and dips of his broad
chest. Then she pulled away. He followed her scurry in
anticipation.
    They moved in sync. Anastasia crawled backwards, her
backside trailing along