Sangria (BWWM) (On Hiatus)

Chapter 8- Adrenaline

"Hey, Vincent," Gabrielle called as they walked down the hall from the dining room. Everyone was on their way from dinner to the sports room for that spot of fencing. The couple had hung back, taking their time to get there. Mainly, they were trying to keep a little distance from Celeste, who had basically been squealing in their ears all evening when she'd noticed the new engagement ring on Gabrielle's hand.

"Yes, love," Vincent absentmindedly answered her, trying his damndest to drag his feet a little bit more walking behind Andrei.

"I really like how you sound speaking Romanian. Why don't you speak it more often so I can learn it?"

Vincent gave a slight smirk as a low chuckle escaped his throat. He pulled her to a stop, backing her gently against the wall and leaned close into her ear. "Doamne, dragostea mea, îmi doresc niște înghețată. Vreau să-l arunc în jos pe corp și să-l mănânc din fundul tău dulce," he muttered quietly, his baritone voice smooth like velvet. He was still loud enough, however, for a passing servant woman to hear. The woman gasped and blushed, quickening her pace passed the couple. Gabrielle noticed the woman's reaction and furrowed her brows.

"Umm... what did you just say to me?"

"I said that I have a craving for some ice-cream. I want to drip it down your body and eat it off your sweet ass."

Gabrielle gasped, playfully smacking at Vincent's chest and trying desperately to suppress a laugh. "Why are you like this?" she cried out.

Vincent burst out laughing as Gabrielle sped up to the sports room, not letting her escape too far before laying a soft tap on her ass.

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"En-garde!" the referee called as Andrei and Nikolai got into to position to begin their match. Both raising their sabres, they stared intensely at each other, waiting for the cue to begin. The room fell quiet as everyone held a collective breath.

"Allez!" With that, their swords clashed.

The shrill sound of metallic blades clanging and loud cheers filled the air. Gabrielle sat next to Celeste, watching on as the match between the two cousins raged. Her future mother-in-law did her best to explain the rules of the sport as the match continued so that Gabrielle would not be lost to why everyone was shouting.

"Yes!" Andrei exclaimed as he got a touch on Nikolai. He would admit, his cousin was a worthy adversary and quick on his feet. But he, himself, was an excellent fencer. Former citywide champion level of excellence at one point.

"Fuck," Nikolai spat behind his mask. He absolutely hated to lose! Especially in sports... he would not lose to Andrei!

"En-garde!" the referee called once again, signaling the beginning of the second round. The men readied themselves. "Allez!"

The swords clanged again, this time seemingly louder.

Gabrielle would admit, her attention started to wander away from the fight in front of her... She would be distracted by her fiancé standing in the corner in fencing gear (with the exception of his mask), absentmindedly swinging his sword up and down. First the singing, then the horseback riding, now this. What other hidden talents did Vincent have, she wondered. She couldn't help but glance at how the form-fitting white pants accentuated his tight, round ass. She licked her lips at the sight of him, her mind starting now to wander to where they'd been just hours ago, making sweet love in a field of sunflowers.

"YES!" Andrei cried out once more, startling Gabrielle out of her thoughts. "One more touch and I beat you, Nikolai," he taunted his younger cousin.