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“I hope you never become so English. It’s what I like the most about you,” Baldwin said. He stepped closer to her, gripped both of her hands. He held one of them against his heart.
Through her entire body, she could feel the quake of his sturdy heart. At that moment, she prayed for it, for all of them, for them to remain together. To be one.
“I know you want this just as badly as I do,” Baldwin whispered. “I know you want to marry me.”
Marta’s eyes grew wide. “I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“Then why don’t we do it?” Baldwin said.
“Yes. Why not?” Marta said. Her heart beat rapidly, like a rabbit’s. “Why don’t we just do exactly what we wish? We shouldn’t wait for Aunt Margaret to come to her senses. Every new day that passes is a fresh one. Who’s to say that we shouldn’t make up our own rules?”
“But ask me properly,” Marta said. She reached up and twirled a blonde curl. “Please.”
“But you’ve already agreed,” Baldwin said playfully.
“It doesn’t feel real. Not unless you say it properly.”
Baldwin grinned broadly. He dropped to one knee, gripped her hands and whispered, “Marta Schnitzler. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”
Slowly, Marta nodded. “I will marry you. I will marry you and tell you how I love you every day of my life. I will honour this decision forever.”
Baldwin leapt up and kissed her. He lifted her into his arms and twirled her around and around until she squealed with pleasure. Slowly, he dropped her back to the ground, toes-first. Her eyes remained closed as he kissed her again, with seemingly endless longing. She felt his passion in the very deep root of her stomach.
They were again a great distance from anyone else. Baldwin’s hands gripped her waist hard, then quickly began to tear at the buttons of her dress, until it spilled down around her, like trees giving off their leaves. She stood in only her corset, her breasts bulging out into his hands. Slowly, he kissed her again and gently laid her back, so that she splayed across the picnic blanket, her hair spilled out around her in a perfect halo.
Their kisses felt powerful, the kind that pushed them out of this world and into the next. Marta couldn’t keep track of her hands. They toyed with the buttons on his shirt and then flung the fabric off his shoulders to reveal his broad shoulders, the perfect muscles that stitched themselves towards his back. Her eyes felt hungry, eating everything they could see. Within moments, she tore his pants off, as well, and his member bulged across the flat of her hand. A small drop of cum frosted at the very tip. She lifted her face, her eyes directed towards him, and drew a line across that dot, tasting him. Immediately, he shuddered with want. His hands gripped either side of her head as she took him as far as she could in her mouth, until the end of him thrust up against the back of her throat. Her love for him was so immense, so all-extending, that she had no desire to do anything but feel every inch of him in as many ways as she could.
Baldwin pressed his hands on either side of her inner thighs. He spread them wide and then brought a hand against the juncture between, which felt wet, seething with desire. The moment he touched her, her heart leapt into her throat, and a moan escaped her lips. She yearned for him to plunge into her, to take herthere beneath the vibrant blue sky.
How was it possible that she should receive everything she’d ever wanted?
Baldwin lifted her petticoat skirts, bunched them around her stomach, and gazed at the darkness within, the peach-like centre, soft and wet. After a pause, he plunged forward and drew his tongue across her womanhood, the portion of herself that allowed them to become whole. With his tongue against her, she felt herself unfoldlike a caterpillar exploding out from its cocoon and revealing itself to be a butterfly. Had it been a butterfly all along?
Marta arched her back, played her fingers through his dark hair, and tugged hard. Just when she thought she might come against his tongue, he moved over her, his broad chest just above her face. His cock found the entry of her, the path to her innermost sense of self and desires.
They made love for hours, taking brief breaks to eat and drink and laugh. Marta lost all sense of the time, but when she opened her eyes to acknowledge the sun, she found it much further down in the sky than it had been. It was very nearly dinner time; this was something she felt in her soul. She lifted her back from the ground and looked down at Baldwin, completely naked and strung up beside her. She loved his legs. They were long and thin, perhaps too thin, but uniquely his—the sort of legs that made the rest of him look a tiny bit silly, as it showed a small bit of imperfection. She loved his imperfections. She loved it all.
“If you didn’t ask me to marry you already, I would want you to ask me now,” Marta murmured, turning her cheek against his chest and beaming up at him.
“I suppose you’ll make me say it again and again,” Baldwin said, laughing.
“I just love hearing it,” Marta whispered. “But of course, it matters not. Not now. Now, we have far different problems ahead.”
Baldwin arched his brow. “Whatever do you mean?”
“It’s time for us to announce our engagement to the likes of Aunt Margaret,” Marta said, delivering a sneaky smile.
“Oh yes. That.”
Together, they packed up the picnic and then drew themselves back on their horses. Marta cast almost constant glances towards Baldwin, reminding the inner panic of her mind that all was well, that she’d agreed to marry him, and there was nothing else that anybody could do to stop her. It had gone on long enough. After all the pain and torment she’d gone through in Austria, she wasn’t prepared to throw anything like this away. Not for anything.
When the mansion emerged on the horizon line, of course, Marta’s heart started its reckless beating. She swallowed and cast her eyes again towards Baldwin, who seemed similarly panicked. Was it possible that either of them had misjudged this situation? Was it possible that this announcement would alter the opinion of Aunt Margaret forever and potentially put them on some sort of dreadful, destructive path?
They returned the saddles just as Lord Remington appeared on horseback. He looked regal and surly, his smile powerfully angry and self-serving, as though a smile could possibly translate so much. Marta blinked at him three times without saying a single word. Shock was the only word that existed in her gut.
This was meant to be one of the happiest days of her life. This was meant to be a day that allowed her to be free in the love she’d decided upon. Instead, it seemed, Lord Remington would be a fixture in the memories of the day.
“Good evening, Marta! Goodness, you’re quiet, aren’t you? I imagined you’d be pleased to see me.” He took a large step towards her, his lips grazing her ear. “I simply couldn’t wait until the next party to hold you in my arms.” His eyes then flashed up towards Baldwin, who stood, seething.
