Saturday, April 21, 2012
I love sitting here, listening to the sweet sounds of nature, the birds, crickets, frogs and especially the braying of the horses in the stable. Sunday afternoons were always my favorite. Especially the day I realized just how much I loved the beautiful little witch. She cast a spell on me alright, but I don’t think it had little to do with witchcraft. All she had to do was look at me and smile. Especially that wicked little smile. The one that told me she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Like the evening we slipped out and met in the stables. The night I decided we would marry and soon.
It was a Sunday much like today. The sun was out and the air crisp. We agreed to meet after the sun set when we knew my brothers would be in town and my father in bed. I was brushing Celia, my favorite mare, already aroused from the mere thoughts of holding Illia in my arms, kissing those sweet warm lips. She came in quietly, wrapping her arms around me, her body pressed close against my back, her breath warm and sweet against my ear.
As she kissed my neck and gently nipped at my ear, I ached for so much more. She slid into my lap and took the brush from my hands.
“Illia, you look ravishing tonight as always. I brought us out food.” My voice was thick, and full of need, as I nodded towards the blanket with the cheese, bread and some berries.”
“My Nicolai. Always the romantic, so sweet, so handsome. We don’t have much time to be alone together. No amount of food will satiate my hunger. Only you, my love. I want to taste your lips, and so much more. I ache for your kisses.” Her lips met mine. I got lost quickly in her hot sweet kisses. Just her kisses alone made my head spin.
I swept her up into my arms and carried her to a pile of straw. I had covered it earlier with a blanket so she wouldn’t get straw tangled in her thick red hair. She giggled as she felt the blanket beneath her.
“Nicolai, I am the luckiest woman in the world. Though I have no idea why you choose me when you can have any woman in Virginia. Probably any woman in the entire world.”
Her voice was as sweet as the rosewater she had dabbed behind her ears. She moaned as I gently lick there. Her hands were busy tugging my shirt from my breeches, raising it to my chin, baring my chest to her lips.
“Illia,” I moaned as she gently bit my nipples.
“Shh, my love, let us enjoy what little time we have.”
I gazed into her eyes as she watched me. Her tongue ignited flames of passion and desire through my entire body. Her hands were busy unfastening my breeches, sliding them slowly down my hips. I gasp as she explored parts of me no one had ever known. My body quaked as she brought me to ecstasy. She slid up my body, kissing me long and hard, smothering my moans and screams of pleasure.
Finally I had stopped shaking and opened my eyes, gazing into her beautiful face. The face of an angel.
“Illia, I will never love another the way I love you for as long as I live.” I sighed.
She smiled wickedly. Oh how I loved that smile. No one has ever been able to melt my heart with a smile such as hers. Not in over a hundred years. Not until a few months ago when I had turned on the news.
A small waif of a woman, nothing like my beautiful, curvaceous Illia appears on the screen. Her impish smile sends waves of heat coursing like fire through my veins. Merah Slavings.
I open my eyes coming back to reality; the harsh reality that the woman I want has made it perfectly clear that she wants absolutely nothing to do with me. She may say that, but I just know by the look in her eyes that it is not true.
She wants me. I am very patient man. I will have her in time. And I have all the time in the world.