Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I found myself running now to meet her, leaving my wheat field behind and disappearing into the trees. I was almost to the pond, our meeting place, when I saw her horse between the tree trunks, the eyes on the white bark watching me. Perhaps even judging me.
Mina was cloaked, her gray hood covering her head, and I watched in awe as she lifted it off, her face becoming visible.
She saw me approach and smiled, so joyful that it nearly brought me to my knees.
She would always be the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Mina’s hair flowed around her like a cape, red and chestnut, shades of burnt bark and raspberries, strands of blonde catching the light as the wind pushed it off her face. Her hair was the color of the fiery light from a dying sunset, one last burst of crimson before it faded into night. Her skin the color of fresh cow’s milk, eyes the color of unfurled leaves. Her smile was sunshine.
She was my everything.
I felt a sudden warmth in my chest, a feeling so strong it was an almost physical pain. I could see all of her beauty then, in the way the light shone on her face, and I knew then that I loved her beyond measure.
“Hello, Valtu,” she said in broken German.
“Hello, my dear Mina,” I said, my German only marginally better than hers. Language had been difficult for us—with Sweden’s rule over Finland, Finnish was largely forbidden and I had learned to talk, read, and write in Swedish, as well as a bit of German for trading purposes. But in my early days, I didn’t understand Russian and Mina only understood some German. It didn’t matter though, because when I was with her, words didn’t mean as much. We communicated in other ways.
She dismounted but I was already at her side to catch her, taking her in my arms and lowering her to the ground.
There was a shy moment when we were too close, when it felt formal and we didn’t really know each other, but I erased it by leaning over, grabbing her by her shoulders, and kissing her hard.
She let out a cry of surprise—sometimes I was rather rough with her, my passion unbridled—but that disappeared into one of lust. At any rate, we didn’t have much time with each other. Over the last two months we had met every morning for mere moments, all of it in secret, and did all we could with the time we were given.
Feeling this urgency, my fingers pressed into her skin as my kiss deepened, like she might dissolve if I didn’t hold onto her, like she was a mere leaf in the wind.
She responded eagerly, her arms winding around my neck as she pulled me closer. We kissed like that for what felt like hours, exploring each other, tasting each other, wanting more and more. I had never craved anyone or anything like this in all my life, and the more I kissed her, the hungrier for her I got.
Finally, we pulled apart, both of us panting for breath.
“I missed you,” she said, her voice a throaty whisper.
“And I have missed you,” I replied, brushing her strands of strawberry hair off her face.
We didn’t need to say anymore. We both knew what we wanted, what we needed, what we dreamed about in the hours and days we were apart.
I took her hand and led her through the trees to the pond, my heart racing in anticipation.
The sun was filtering through the birch, casting a beautiful flickering light over everything. We reached the edge of the water and I turned to her, taking her in my arms once again.
We kissed, our bodies pressed together, and I was hard as wood. She slid her hand down, grabbing me by my cock, and I gasped in pleasure. She had become more and more bold with me over time, her curiosity lowering any inhibitions. There were so many things I yearned to do to her, blasphemous, unspeakable things, and I knew over time that she would let me. She would even enjoy it. I would make her see stars.
She started to stroke me through my trousers, her hand moving up and down, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed her, right then and there, or else I would explode.
I grabbed her and set her down on a soft patch of moss and she leaned back, her legs spread wide as she beckoned me closer, the many layers of her dress billowing around her like clouds.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I pushed up her dress and undid my pants, sliding between her legs, pushing myself inside her in one smooth thrust. She was already wet and ready for me, as she always was.
She cried out and I started to move, grabbing her hips and pounding into her. The water stirred near our bodies, wind rustling the trees, and I felt everything so clearly, it was as if I was ascending into something new, a higher version of myself, like I was closer to that God I once cursed for taking my wife and child away from me. Being deep inside Mina was like stepping onto another path, toward another life, a better one.