Art of Lust

Art of Lust

<Part Three>

Santiago was both guilty and nervous, he felt guilt for leaving Clarisse, he obviously loved

her now more then ever. He was also nervous, he missed Anastera as well. He scratched his head,

a gust of wind blew at his soft black hair and made a small noise. A girl emerged from the statue,

it was none other then Anasteram his beloved girlfriend. Her face formed a sweet smile "It's so good to see you

my dear, it has been so long," says Anastera. Santiago hugged her, she could feel her tears, she was crying.

It really was a long while since they recently saw eachother, Anastera had to go visit her cousin in Venice,

and she stayed there for many months. Anastera closed her eyes and continued to cry, but Santiago

wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled. The light from the large window shined on him giving off

a mirage of black wings attached to his back for a quick second. He carried her to his car, and they

drove to a beautiful hotel in Rome. He took her to their room, and he fed her. "No longer must

you cry my dear, you have returned in my arms, and I shall give you the love you deserve," says Santiago.

They sat down at the bed, and Santiago helds her hands. Yet again he felt guilt, though he loved

Clarisse, he had almost forgotten how much Anastera missed him, and she must of felt so

depressed. They closed there eyes and kissed, it had been such a long time until they felt eachother's

lips. Anastera layed on Santiago "Oh my, I almost forgot, in my letter I promised to give you the lust

that wore off while I was away," says Clarisse. "I shall not hold you down from a promise my dear," says Santiago

as he wrapped his arms around her. His hand reached lower and lower until he found himself

feeling her like he did before. Her soft innocence being hidden as he touched her all over. The darkness consumed

the sky as hour after hour, they felt eachother. They did not seem to stop, the touch made them feel so immortal.