The Bodyguard's
Lavender Field

Carlo immediately put the phone in his jacket pocket. He then grabbed Miabella's hand. The man then led her from the wooden bridge. He stepped quickly, even half dragging the girl who looked overwhelmed.

"What's up, Carlo?" ask Miabella fretting.

However, Carlo did not immediately reply. He continued walking, until he was near the trees where he saw the shadow of someone earlier. Carlo was glued while circulating his gaze. But there was no one there but the two of them. Feeling that something was wrong, the head of the Red Wolf Clan immediately invited Miabella to return to the cottage.

Upon arriving at the log cabin they had rented, Miabella asked again. "Say what's wrong?" The girl's eyes were filled with immense curiosity. "Did you see the people I was telling you about?" miabella asked increasingly.

"We'll stay one night here. Tomorrow morning just continue the journey," said Carlo without responding to Miabella's question. He went to the window and watched the surroundings. Carlo then let out a slow breath while turning around. "Hurry to take a shower, then change your underwear," he said trying to dispel the worry on Miabella's face.

The girl also smiled slightly as she grabbed the paper bag containing the personal equipment they had bought. After that, Miabella passed to another part of the hut which was covered by an aluminum door.

While Carlo just stood watching with a smile. After Miabella's figure was invisible, the smile faded. Carlo looked back out. The twilight sky is about to descend, shifting the daylight in early spring. Carlo then reached into his cell phone. He intended to contact someone, when the aluminum door suddenly opened.

Looked at the pretty face of Miabella with long hair rolled up. He came out wearing only a towel that covered his chest and a part of his thigh. However, it seemed that the girl had been wearing the underwear they had bought earlier this afternoon.

Without any awkwardness at all, Miabella took off her towel in front of Carlo. He has been used to doing so since he lived with the man in Casa de Luca.

The beautiful curves of Miabella's body are indeed very perfect. White skin that looks very smooth and soft, bandaged the posture to reach without any blemish in the slightest. The movement of the girl's body was also very gaunt, when she opened a roll of slightly wet hair. When Miabella was about to reach for the comb, Carlo immediately approached and preceded the girl to pick up the object.

"Let me tidy your hair, Cara mia," said the head of the Red Wolf Clan, combing Miabella's long brown hair. "Your hair is getting longer, but the fragrance is still the same as it used to be" Carlo half-whispered.

Miabella was silent. He also did not refuse. Such a thing was indeed something that was common to them as well. The gray-eyed beautiful girl was still silent as she looked at herself, who was only wearing red underwear.

Miabella also let it go, as Carlo flicked his long hair to the side. The handsome man kissed the shoulders and back of the neck feelingly. Mia's eldest daughter then closed her eyes. His grace instantly flew through the sky and arrived at a very beautiful place. Miabella was running between the purple lavender flower beds, in a long white dress.

While behind him, it looks Carlo who is chasing while carrying a charming smile and has always been the hallmark of the man.

"Bella!" call Carlo friendly.

Soft and soulful, Miabella's white-clad left arm coiled around Carlo's neck. While his right hand traced the front of the tuxedo the man was wearing. The longer they get closer. In the shade of a clear afternoon sky decorated with bright sunlight, the two lovebirds were linking themselves to each other in real love.

Nature hums merrily, accompanied by a beautiful dance of lavender flowers that move because of the wind. There is no perfect pleasure from a loving kiss that is sorely missed. Miabella was lulled and subdued in the seduction of the head of the Red Wolf Clan. He again felt a sense of affection in the open.

But not like that the truth. Miabella quickly regained consciousness. The girl's eyes looked to the side. There was no lavender field or a cooling breeze, because now Miabella actually felt so hot. He had no power to resist the growing turmoil, and wanted to be immediately ventured into a union that he had not felt for a long time

"Norgin ...." Moaning slowly Miabella, when the touch of the lips of the thirty-seven-year-old man continued to explore the beautiful body of the girl. Carlo did not miss a single part of the body of the girl who had always been his idol.

Miabella closed her eyes again. He so permeated every affectionate fondle, from the man who had so known himself inside and out. Although there is still a little rejection of the man who has now reigned over him, but Miabella is so difficult to dismiss the sense that she wants it. Miabella desperately longed for all the beauty she had been stirring with Carlo a few years ago.

"Give yourself to me, Cara mia," whispered Carlo in a deep, heavy voice. His breath roared and warmed in the girl's ears. "Let me get back to having you." Carlo again whispered words of seduction that shook the feminine side of a Miabella.

However, Miabella had no power to say anything. The girl simply stared softly at Carlo's pair of blue eyes, which seemed so eager and eager to have them soon. Debaran in the chest of the beautiful brunette was more crazy, when he felt something ready to hit him. "No, Carlo!" refuse Miabella looks anxious.

"Why, Mia's way?" Carlo still treated the girl very gently and carefully.

"No. I'm afraid," replied Miabella who was suddenly so restless.

"What are you afraid of, my dear?" Carlo stroked the head of the girl lovingly.

"Blood ... the pain ... no ...." Miabella shook her head strongly.

While Carlo who was on top of the beautiful girl's body just smiled. He then kissed Miabella. Carlo tried to calm his lover. "Don't be afraid. I promise that this time there will be no more blood or pain, because I will always be there to take care of you." After saying so, Carlo kissed Miabella's lips affectionately. He knew and knew the girl. A kiss from her, would be enough to give peace to the daughter of the late Matteo de Luca.

"Help me, Cara mia," whispered Carlo after being satisfied with the plain lip of Miabella.

The girl also complied. He wrapped his hands around Carlo's sturdy body. Miabella even appeared to be clutching tightly to the man's back, as she regained her possession. A sense long forgotten and covered by great anger. Now, the door was opened again very wide to receive every cradle full of affection, the ruler of the throne who had returned.