After the food had been cleared, the servants were gone, leaving Nia to nervously play with her goblet of unfinished wine. Miguel was picking meat out of his teeth, still staring at her. She heard him shift his weight to stand, his chair scooting back and echoing in the hall. Then he picked a nearby chair up to sit as close to Nia as possible.
He grabbed up her right hand and kissed it, closing his eyes in the process. Nia was pleased. He agreed to take her as his wife, and he was acting as if there wasn’t an issue in whatever contract he had to sign.
“Every evening, I go into the drawing room to play cello or violin. After that, I bathe and head back to bed…I only want to sleep. But when I wake up, That’s different…”
Intense eye contact happened again, the kind that was followed with a devilish smile. She could see a beast roaming behind those light brown eyes of his, she was succumbing to the slightly furrowed brow. He kissed her hand and stood, knowing she understood what was said, and as he backed up she couldn’t help to look him over now.
Anxiety rolled around in her chest as she admired parts of him she hadn’t gotten a good view of – his legs, his mid drift. He was walking backwards before exiting, still smiling as he was. Then he bit his lip and turned to leave, his heavy feet echoing in the hall.
Miguel was stocky, tall for a man…especially one with Spanish blood. He was dark, hairy all over – to no one’s surprise. But he was beautiful. Thick brows, long lashes. His beard was well taken care of…his lips were full and soft. When he smiled, Nia’s heart would dance. And now she was wondering how long she’d have to sit in the drawing room.
She warily followed his footsteps, taking in a new scent…sweet like cherries, heavy with cinnamon and musk. Still woodsy, still sensual. Before long she made it in, as he was situated in a chair, caressing his cello while he waited for her to enter. Miguel pointed to a seat for her to sit, and as soon as she was comfortable, he began playing away.
Milo was a little behind Miguel, a cello with him as well. He made room for two other servants, violins in hand. He smiled at her surprised expression when she realized what he was playing. Elegie C Minor, Op.24. And ever so gracefully and beautifully. The notes surrounded her as she admired Miguel now from what seemed to be far off.
He was breathing rhythmically as he played, his beautiful waves tucked behind his left ear, the cello placed between his legs. She watched his arm move, his fingers shift stances and then he opened his eyes, staring straight into her soul.
She was captivated like she’d never been before, trapped by the nuance of music and heat. Whatever manners she had been taught went straight out of that door, her ladylike tendencies stripped bare now. If Paul were present, he would certainly protest. Nia wished she were that cello, being strummed, strung.
Miguel was enjoying her reaction, relishing in her intensity. Happy it wasn’t a random woman he was obsessed with, hoping she was enjoying herself. Her eyes were unmoving, making Milo smirk a bit to himself. Nia had a lot of mysteries to unravel here, the music added to this. A light interlude began…then turmoil erupted, shifting the mood of the room. Nia wanted him to hurry, so that Milo and the others could evacuate…so that Miguel could do whatever it was he was thinking.
A massive crescendo leaked beautifully from the instruments with Miguel now frowning, his lips slightly parted as he continued fingering and strumming away knowing he had captured the heart and soul of Nia, who was damn near breathless at his performance.
The calming reprise towards the end, the sweet savory smell of Miguel mixed with sweat, and jasmine lingered in the air. A breeze fluttered the curtains near Milo as he placed his cello to rest and left the room in haste, following the others.
Miguel was breathing harder now as some of his hair had made it into his face. He opened his eyes once more to survey his new bride. Nia had clearly flushed, eyes still focused on Miguel.
“What…”
She stopped, hand to her mouth as she grinned.
“I’m not sure what to say. Except that maybe, it is my choice. But I’ve been heavily seduced. Despite you saying otherwise.”
A glimmer of teeth flashed under his locks before he adjusted his hair once more, delight in his eyes.
“It was entirely up to you to decide to indulge so deeply…”
***
That was only a taste of what she was expecting – Now Miguel had taken her to the back of manor…the mysterious woods on his land. At first, there were normal trees, normal nocturnal animals. But as they walked deeper, she could see gashes cut into some of the trunks, and she began to wonder why he’d taken her here.
The moon was right overhead, gracing them with iridescent light that shifted the ugliest shadows into flights of fancy. Miguel smelled like his woods, she could tell. He was holding her hand tightly until they made it to a clearing. Beyond that was a slope leading into a town. The lights were still lit, and you could hear the waves crashing onto the shore nearby. Miguel had his servants set up a table and two chairs. Wine and chocolate was provided, which put Nia at ease.
Had he planned it already, or was it a split decision? He seemed romantic for someone who’d just met her. Or did he have time to ponder this?
“Werewolves eat chocolate?”
She couldn’t help herself.
“And caramel,” he suggested.
Nia didn’t catch that until she saw that devilish smile again. She sat as he pulled her chair out, when she caught a cold breeze coming from the west. His hair billowed gently into his face as he situated himself. He had already poured her a glass and was about to enjoy one himself.
“You’ll have to show me how much you like it…” she teased quietly.
To her shock, Miguel choked a little on his wine, and looked at her incredulously.
“Out here?” He whispered.
Nia laughed and shook her head. Too many people would see – she was more concerned about the servants more than anything. His brow hadn’t eased but he was smiling still. Nia caught sight of the pinkie ring on his left hand, realizing it matched her wedding ring he’d brought. He chose rubies for some reason, and she was sure there was a story behind it.
However, she was worried about asking him questions, and he caught her slight dismay.
“It belonged to my mother,” he said quietly, “I can’t decide if I like it or hate it. But it’s hers, so I guess I’m in between.”
“ I hope my children love me that deeply,” Nia said, looking at Miguel adjusting his hair again.
He hummed at her, taking a large swig of wine, before standing to move his chair close to hers again. He took her wine glass, cupped her face then looked into her eyes, the wind now whipping his hair a little behind him. Slowly, he leaned in, grinning as she smiled at him. He chuckled, hoping she’d meet him a little further. As she did, all of her thoughts went back to his performance earlier, the nature of his intensity. The upheaval of his tamed locks, his sweat, his movements.
Nia was wrapped up in Miguel, and began wondering why they were so far from the manor now. Perhaps this was a part of his efforts – and it was definitely working.
As if he couldn’t take it anymore, he broke away from kissing her, scoped her up into his arms, and quickly marched back to home. He knew the trees and woods so well, nothing slowed him down, and soon enough they were in their bedroom. Miguel closed the door harder than he wanted, making Nia laugh as he crossed over to her, helping her strip off her attire.
“You said when you wake…” she said breathlessly.
“ I have been lying,” he admitted.
“You said I get to choose,” she said, watching him get on his knees now.
“I know,” he said, kissing her belly, “but I can taste you in the air…”
Nia smiled to herself. She had been like that since he came bursting into their room before dinner.
He grabbed firmly at her backside, squaring down just a little before affixing his mouth on her flower. When he rolled up his tongue and breathed deep, Nia jolted, hoping for a better place than standing. He did this a few times more as she watched him as if obediently, until she was sure she’d cave in then and there.
As he stood, he kissed her again, walking them backwards towards the bed – this time, sweeping her up and laying her down gently. He wanted to finish, so he continued his tirade with his tongue and mouth, looking up as Nia was beyond belief of every sensation given to her. When she climaxed, she grabbed at his head and gasped as if she couldn’t breathe, then laughed a little hoping he would stop.
Her mind danced around what was next, as Miguel pulled her towards the edge of the bed, placing her legs on his shoulders. That devilish smile appeared again, the one she’d been looking at nearly a day now. Upon entry he didn’t show much emotion but as he moved and plummeted further, his brow furrowed, the muscles in his arms contracted. He was fashioned over her, having moved her legs to the sides.
Nia was loud, her nails digging into his arms and back. Some moments her eyes were closed tightly, others they were rolled back. She sounded like she was pleading, then she would smile, and Miguel would search for her lips every single time.
Miguel cupped the back of Nia’s head as he pressed closer and closer into her, diving deeper into her flesh until he was close, and let loose – being sure not to soil her. At least not yet.
After a moment, he had scooted her to lay down, then began admiring her again, his mind drunk, his body clearly tired. She was admiring him too, now addressing her thicket of curls. Before she could say anything else, he smirked ever so gently, and fell asleep immediately.
Good, she thought. She had plans to sneak around his house and yards, anyway.
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