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The Stronghart mansion was as large as you'd expect. The ornate iron gates were opened to let their carriage in. The pair of majestic, cream-colored horses trotted happily into his estate, hooves clicking and clacking on the cobblestone. They made a turn around the garden circle, which was colored by beautiful flowers. A fountain with a marble unicorn statue stood in its center. Sonata pressed her hands to the carriage window and gaped at it curiously as they slowly came to a halt in front of the entrance.
Mael silently pushed open the carriage door and gracefully stepped outside. He held out his gloved hand to her, letting her shakily grab ahold of it. It was a peaceful evening, close to winter's end, and the light breeze played with the white ribbon in her hair as she descended.
He made for the giant oak door, and Sonata followed him, as she tended to do. His glove creased as he banged the gilded unicorn-shaped door knocker thrice to signal his return. A butler, dressed in classic black and white, opened it for them, welcoming the both of them in with a flourish.
There was a grand marble staircase in the hall. The shiny chandelier suspended from the ceiling glittered as they made their way up. Portraits of aristocrats filled the empty spaces on the wall. Each person dressed in greens and gold emanated their own special air of confidence. Were these his family? His ancestors?
Sonata was overwhelmed by her racing thoughts and by all this luxury. A spell of dizziness overcame her, a spell of worry.
"Won't my presence here be suspicious, my lord? Your staff won't question me?" She whispered shyly. Instinctively she grabbed his arm and leaned on to him while he led her up the stairs.
"They will, if you pounce on me before we've even entered my chambers, dear."
Her face turned red as she reluctantly let go of him. Well, it was no matter. His steady footfalls, the gentle sway of his cape was enough to guide her. She smiled sweetly, and her heart grew giddy with every footstep through his maze of a home.
Eventually they reached a corridor with intricately decorated emerald wallpaper, illuminated by oil lamps on the wall on their right. Between them were wonderful, mesmerizing paintings. This time not of aristocrats, like in the hall, but of more unicorns. They were so captivating that Mael had to put his hands on her shoulders to stop her from wandering, for they were at last at the door to his chambers.
"We're here."
She obediently turned to face the door, and then once again grew embarrassed, staring at the gold handle idly.
"Go on, open it." He threw a quick semi-paranoid glance left and right through his corridor before sweetly kissing her on the top of her head, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Shaking like a little leaf now, Sonata pushed open the door. Before she had any time at all to take in the interior of his chambers, Stronghart spinned around and pressed her against the door, slamming it shut with a thud.
He gave her a quick peck on the lips while pulling out his pocket watch. Flipping it open, glancing at it and shoving it back took him mere seconds before he leaned in again. Another kiss from him left Sonata wanting more, and she threw her arms around him, clinging to him longingly.
He suddenly picked up pace, closing his eyes and kissing her open mouth with ferocity, running both his hands along her chest, her hips, like the precious little thing she was to him.
His breath tickled her neck and his goatee grazed against her skin as he gave her kiss after kiss. "Y-you don't seem very patient, my lord."
He paused, combed his hands through her soft hair as he pressed his lips to her forehead. "I know. That’s because I am not. The carriage ride here took us an extra forty-seven minutes and eight seconds, and I've been waiting to bed you the entire day."
It stirred something within her, the way he spoke in his gravelly voice. The hunger of a yearning man. He wanted her. So much. Him admitting it made her shiver, squirm in his grasp already.
He allowed himself to express a small smile at her reaction. She looked stunned, so full of wonder and excitement. It was endearing.
Sonata giggled, still somewhat nervously, standing on her tiptoes and timidly pressing her trembling lips to her lover’s. Her teasing touch let him toy with her, and she parted her lips for him once more.
Any twitch of her body, any whimper in between his fierce kisses only added fuel to the fire, only kept the cogs and gears within his heart turning faster. And oh, though they had all the time in the world, to begin he could wait no longer.
So Mael gently wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up into the air. Now at his eye height, Sonata squealed, a furious pink blush coloring her cheeks. He twirled her around the room and opened the shimmering light green canopy of his bed in one swift motion, laying her on the end of the bed for him. Her heart thumped fast as a rabbit’s footsteps in innocent anticipation.
His khaki jacket was easily taken off and swung over his dresser stool. Frustrating were, however, the countless buttons he had to fumble with before he could undo them. How utterly time-consuming. Sonata laughed softly, glad to get up briefly to help him remove his jabot with its gilded brooch before she spread her arms, letting herself fall backwards onto his plush mattress dramatically.
He finally cast his blouse aside, and since every previous escapade with him was a hasteful affair, she had never seen him without it. The clock was always ticking, the risk of being found out was always there. He had bent her over his cold, marble desk on a whim, always covering her mouth, always ready to bring it to a curtain call at a moment’s notice and hide her away.
But now, his fuzzy, toned chest was laid bare before her. His strong arms were uncovered, and soon after he took off his gloves, revealing his hands traced wonderfully by time. White hair left a trail like fallen snow on his body that continued until under his trousers.
He hooked his thumbs underneath his waistband, and just then he caught her gaze. Illuminated by candlelight, her gilded brown eyes seemed almost teary beneath her eyelashes. Her chest rose and fell like clockwork, overtaken by such excitement that words fell silent in his presence.
“Please,” was all she could muster. “Take me.”
“You’re going to have to undress for me then, love.”
His words were always her fiery incentive. She sat up and in a lustful daze , she unclasped and kicked off her shiny brown platforms, letting them roll off to God knows where. Mael seated himself next to her as she eagerly rolled down her frilly socks, lifted her dress up above her head. Her socks were thrown halfway across the room, but she took great care to fold her dress and place it on the carpet. Soon followed her waistcoat, her blouse.
With calloused but tender hands, he massaged her shoulders before laying her down. Carefully he placed his hands on her cheek, thumbs caressing her softly.
“You’ve made me wait for quite a bit, my dear Sona.”
“Mm... so did you. But you promised, didn’t you?”
She put her hand over his, feeling his arm hair cheekily. He stifled a laugh as it tickled him.
“Pff-hah- promised what?”
“That we’d take our time tonight...”
She stretched her arms out, pawing at the air, and squeezed his chest playfully, flicking one of his nipples.
“S-sona.” He pulled away instinctively.
“…Mael.” She whispered back, with a bout of uncertainty. She had always stuck with formalities, and it felt different to cut down on them.
But she needn’t worry. He quite liked the way his name rolled off her tongue, and it made him wonder how many more ways he could make her say it.
The light shining through the canopy lit up her sweet smile. In the mellow light of the evening, she was more beautiful than ever. She was his song, stuck in his head like a perfect melody. His Sonata. And he wanted to feel her against him, slowly, slowly.
And finally, he took as long as he wanted, tongues melting together in the same rhythm. Every crevice of her body was his to explore. He kissed his way down, feeling her arch her back underneath him, mewling, desperately clinging to him like a lifeline as he strummed her, as he played her.
“M-mael..” she moaned, like honey.
She held onto him fervently, her careless hands messing up his whirlwind hairstyle. With shoulders so broad, it made it just a bit more apparent how much he towered over her. She had to pull him down, prop herself up on his pillows to nip at his neck, but he let her, amused by her eagerness.
Tantalizing was the thought of what was to come, and she was set on tempting him. Low groans escaped him when she fondled his chest. The way he gasped her name was enough to tell her he was close to giving in.
Nimble hands began tugging at his trousers' waistband. As willing as she was, Mael pulled them down himself, revealing himself to her, glistening, waiting.
Flailing and thrashing out of suspense, she turned around to lie on her stomach. He smoothly rolled her around again.
"Shh.. I want to see you this time," he uttered, rubbing himself against her torturously until she was whimpering beneath him.
Sonata took note of everything. His plump, unshaved thighs, his unkempt gray hair, forever etched, forever cherished in her mind.
She moaned ever so sweetly when he entered her, cried out as he closed the gap in between them. He completed her, made her feel whole, and he took her hands in his while pleasure rained down on her.
Pleas and whines spilled from her lips the deeper he pushed. Sensual snaps of his hips sent waves of euphoria throughout her entire being, until she was moving in tune with him.
"I-I need y-you," she proclaimed, all her hazy mind could conjure in this moment. "Please, more…"
Mael silenced her with a tongue between her lips and hummed in satisfaction. He snaked his hands down her body, curling them around her waist. Rough and wanting, he dug his nails into her skin, drew her in towards him with every thrust. The wooden frame beneath them, albeit sturdy, creaked in protest. His lover sighed adorably, her fondness kindled by his warmth, the delicious obscenity of skin against skin.
In time, he grew erratic. Sonata, lovely as she was, full of pure adoration for him, let out girlish squeals whilst he rammed her into the mattress with his greedy thrusts. The closer she brought him to his edge, the more he let go of his measured movements, the more he gave in. His heart raced. He felt he was going mad.
“Sona, I..I’m gonna..” he gasped suddenly.
Force of habit and a slight panic urged him to pull away, but her insistence won him over, her legs wrapped tightly around him. Her soft, shallow breathing was warm against his chest. As if she was begging him, please. Stay.
That was all he needed. He held her in place, firmly under him. Seized now by a desperate need to fill her up, he caved, emptied himself deep inside her. The pinnacle of his desire conveyed by his features, it was too much to bear. And naturally, he dragged her in with him, joining him in the eye of the storm, in this tempestuous bliss.
At last, exhaustion crept up on him while the flame died down, but he made sure not to collapse on top of her. He ignored, too, the cramp flaring up in his lower back as he let himself fall beside her.
She got ahold of his plush duvet and yanked it over the both of them. A caring counter-measure to the goosebumps. The girl burrowed her face into the sheets and into his chest, angling her head up to busy herself with his unruly hair.
"Did you hurt yourself?" she worried, her keen eye noticing the slight pain in his features.
"A little," he admitted with a tired smirk. "I have to keep up with you."
Her trained hands searched for his pulse, but he gently pushed them away.
"I'll be fine."
He put out the candle on his nightstand and wrapped his arms around her, gently stroked her hair until she was soothed, her eyes fluttering shut. Mere minutes passed before she was purring softly against him.
Moonlight shone on his darling in the comfortable darkness of this night. His sweet little songbird was sound asleep, tranquil in his arms.
"I love you, Sonata." he whispered to her, when he was very certain that she couldn't hear. It did not take very long before he fell asleep.
And two minutes and seven seconds later, within her lover's kind embrace, she answered.
"I love you too, Maelie."