Hearts Unwrapped

Saya

I felt like a princess. Dancing around the ballroom with gracefulness I didn't know I had. And with Hagi at my side, it made it all the better. His centuries of experience made it seem more nerve racking. But he was so good at it. He never let me go. Not for a moment.

"You're an incredible dancer," He commented.

I blushed. "Why thank you." We walked away from the dance floor and took a seat at one of the tables. As we watched the other guests mingle and dance, I nibbled on some of the sushi and fondue that sat there.

"You ever do this before?" He teased and I smacked his arm.

"Very funny!"

"It is and you know it," Then the irritating man pecked my nose. "I can't help teasing you. Wait until our marriage ceremony," his voice dropped down to a purr as he scooted his chair closer to mine, "You're in trouble then. And I'm not just talking about teasing. I plan on having the two of us not leave the bedroom for a whole week." His lips brushed across my throat. "I will keep you in there and hold you hostage. All to myself."

Pulling out a fan I began to wave at myself. "Besides me and some of the waitresses everyone else in here is a vampire!"

"Mmm hmm," He said, "And your point is?"

I folded my fan and wacked his arm again, "My point is that they can probably hear every word that's coming out of your mouth!"

His grin was shameless as he pointed towards the dancers, "It appears that Diva and Solomon are a lot less shameful."

"What?" I turned my head to see where he was pointing at. When I spotted them I froze, "Oh my."

Diva had her arms wrapped tightly around Solomon's neck as his lips moved along with hers. His arms were holding onto her waist keeping her as close as possible.

"Well how about them apples?" I said looking back at him. "Anyone else see that coming?"

He shrugged, "He can be as public as any other vampire," My hopes were about to go down when he spoke again. "But she means something to him."

Raising a brow I lean in towards him, "How can you tell?"

Pointing again, he said, "His hands are on her waist. In a gentle gesture at that." Running a hand through his hair, he continued, "For his usual women his hands would be on their rears and have them against the wall."

"You're joking!"

"I am not!"

"You're mind is always in the gutter!"

"Once again I still don't see your point."

"You're incorrigible!"

Diva

Solomon's mouth was warm against mine as he held me tight in his arms. His tongue stroked mine in a passion of pleasure. His hands kept me tight against him as we strayed away from the dancers.

My own hands had traveled up his arms and tangled into his golden locks. Such wavy perfect curls. So soft.

"You'll have to forgive me, precious Diva," He whispered. "I'm finding it very difficult to control myself around you." His fangs grew out. "I've never wanted another woman like this."

I tightened my grip on his hair. "Then take me, Solmon." My own fangs came out. I'm yours."

His grin was evil when he pulled me into his arms and carried me out of the ballroom. The walls were a blur as he ran though the hallways. Left, right, back, I didn't know where we were going. I just kept looking up at his lovely grey eyes.

The next thing I knew, we were in a dark room, a door slammed shut, and then I was thrown on the bed. So hard that I bounced up five feet. His mouth slammed back to mine with a hungry demand. "You taste delicious," I said, "I love it!"

"You're not too bad yourself," I replied. "How did you know I like peppermint?"

He licked his lips. "Lucky guess, lovely one."

I frowned as guilt began to wash over me. "Solomon, there's something I have to tell you."

His brows furrowed, "What's the matter, Diva?"

I looked down at my fingers, "I'm afraid to admit that you won't be my first, Solmon."

"Oh?"

A blush scorched my cheeks. "I was very horny after I reached maturity. And I whenever I met an attractive male at an event or party, well…"

Solomon leaned down towards me again, "Did you think this would shy me away?"

I blinked up at him. "You're not mad?"

He smirked, "Quite the contrary." His hand fisted in my dress. "This means," he ripped my bodice in half, "that I don't have to hold back."

A wicked grin met my lips. "Not at all." I sat up and tore off my bra. "I am all yours for the taking.

The coat of his tux had already been thrown off after he threw me on the bed. I had torn off his shirt and ran my hands along his toned abs and pecs. Rock hard muscle lay underneath a thin layer of skin as I caressed his upper body. Delicious.

He lifted his hand up to show me the rose I'd changed for him. "I think I will keep this," He said. "As a memory of our first time together." After he placed it on the bedside table he placed a kiss on my chin, "The first of many." Than he made a quick work of his belt and took off his pants.

No underwear. Yummy. I took a closer look. Not that they would be able to contain his girth.

His hands were already working on my tights. Then he gave up and ripped them in half. His fingers traveled up my leg across my thighs until they reached my panties. They stroked along the edges all around until they slipped underneath to stroke my wet folds. "My my, feeling naughty are we?" I moaned when he finally pulled them off, or should I say tore them off.

I looked at him as stroked my sides. "You're hairless." He said.

"Is that bad?"

He laughed and leaned down to stroke my breasts. "It's normal, my dear. You should know that." I wanted to smack him, but his lips startle to suckle on my nipple, and took my breath along with it. "Your breasts are delectable." His eyes met mine. "These are mine from now on."

I raised a brow, "Says who?" I teased.

He brought his tongue from the valley of my breasts up to my chin, "Says me." He kissed the corner of my mouth and met my eyes again. "You feel it don't you."

I froze. "Solomon…I can't!"

Kissing my forehead, he continued. "We've bonded, Diva. I know you can feel it. Don't be afraid."

Hiding my face in my hands and I turned onto my side. "I don't deserve it, Solomon! I don't deserve you!"

His hand stroked my bare shoulder, "Why don't you deserve it?"

"I'm a half breed! And you're a−"

"Royal?" He finished.

I nodded. "I don't deserve you."

"Does Saya deserve Hagi?" He finally asked.

That made me pause. "What?"

"Does Saya deserve Hagi?" He asked again.

"Of course she does!" I replied. I sat up and looked at him. "They were meant for each other. He treats her right, like she should be."

"So why don't you deserve me?" He asked. "She's a half-breed. You're a half-breed. Sisters. Twins! There's not much of a difference."

"Well…I…There's…" No words wanted to come out. Then he placed a finger on my lips.

"Hagi has told me that Saya has made multiple reasons why she doesn't deserve him. Mostly because of what she is." That finger went down to lift my chin, "Even now she has trouble accepting it." He leaned in closer. "You two are definitely cut from the same cloth." Then he kissed my troubles away in that instant.

I let him lie me down back onto the pillows. Our moans and cries of pleasure rang out in the room. His hard cold body moved in rhythm with mine as we gave into our desires and our hearts.

The one man who could look passed my sins and into my own heart. Now mine.