The Indomitable Lady

9. Nuptials

She was still standing in the same spot when Ruth walked in.

ꟷAre you very nervous, Sinhá? ꟷ she asked

Teresa blushed

ꟷAll will be well ꟷ said the slave ꟷLet me take that dress off you. It was a beautiful wedding, wasn't it?

ꟷYes, Ruth! I never thought I'd have a wedding like this. It was really wonderful! Thanks for all your work!

The slave looked surprised, not used to receiving thanks.

ꟷOh, it's my duty, Sinhá!

ꟷI know it is, but I also know that you did it willingly

ꟷYes, I did - said Rute with a smile ꟷ Sinhá is very good to me

He helped her into the long nightgown with the pink flowers on the front, embroidered by her sisters-in-law. Burlesque was the situation, but Teresa knew it was expected of her.

He sat on the bed and Ruth covered his legs with the sheet also embroidered for that day.

ꟷMr. Carlos is in the office smoking. I'll tell you it's ready ꟷ Ruth said

Ruth left leaving her embarrassed by the ridiculousness of the scenario. If the wedding day had been a fairy tale, the night was off to a strange start. She would have preferred that her husband had taken her dress off and that everything that happened had been spontaneous.

Nervously, she got out of bed and started pacing. She was looking out the window when she heard him enter the room, she jumped, turned and took a step back in an instinct to walk away. His heart was beating fast. She had waited for this moment, this man was desirable, she longed to sleep with him, but in that instant she just wanted to run away.

The wedding ceremony in which she had promised to love him, respect him and obey him had been a difficult formality. She didn't intend to honor any of the oaths, but she understood that, in the eyes of Carlos and everyone else, he was now her husband and lord. She belonged to him, and that sent a wave of anxiety through him. As long as she was in that house, she would not go back to sleep alone, her place was now next to that man

Carlos walked in, closed the door behind him, and faced her as he removed his tie and coat. His gaze was provocative and seductive.

Then, slowly approaching Teresa, reached out and grabbed hers that she held defensively in front of her chest. Always looking into her eyes, he held her hand and pulled her closer.

He gently caressed her hair, the back of her neck, her face... he outlined her lips with just the tip of his fingers. Frantic, Teresa's heart was beating a thousand times when his hands went down to her neck, her lap and in a quick gesture grabbed her nightgown and pulled her up. Instinctively she lifted her arms and the clothes came off, leaving her naked in front of him.

She felt the male gaze and tried to control her breathing. He watches her without touching her, without a word, for a whole moment that feels like an eternity. Teresa tried again to cross her arms over her chest, but he grabbed them and kept them at her sides, holding her hands.

ꟷYou are wonderful! And I've been waiting for this moment since I saw you at the entrance of the house the day you arrived ꟷ his voice, always so strong it was now a whisper

Lightly, very slowly, I put my lips to her forehead...to her face...holding her by the waist, he pulled her a little more and finally her lips were kissed, slowly, carefully, as if he wanted to taste her. the moment. Intoxicated by the manly scent of the aroused man, a moan escaped her lips, then his mouth became more possessive, a kiss that intended to dominate her, claim her, submit ...