A Secret Romance Chapter Three.

Chapter Three. Dinner Elegance.

Sofia had once again returned to her hotel room, she knew that Manfred would arrive later that evening knowing that their plans were fixed in place.

Sofia heard the clock upon the dressing table chimed five in the afternoon as she looked up from the letter she was writing to Ilse, a dear friend as well as Manfred older sister. Sofia could see the slowly setting sun through the breaks in the heavy rain clouds. She knew that this dinner engagement needed to be somewhat special not only in conversation but also her dress as she wanted to truly show she was equally ladylike than perhaps her upbringing had shown.

But times were hard and clothes were more expensive then they had once been, fabric was also rather hard to find for sewing, Sofia in some ways had been rather lucky to grow up with money around her as well as her grandfather being rich in land, as this allowed her to be able to have a few dresses that were saved for events during these harsh times. But her wardrobe at the hotel mainly consisted of long black skirts and uniform jackets with elegant white or cream blouses that she could wear underneath, there was only one dress that she could possibly wear that evening as it was the only dress that adorned her current wardrobe.

It was rather simple in design but a perfect evening dress of the softest satin, mostly a pale lemon shade for the dress underlay, it was then layered with a seer pale lemon fabric which was then followed by another layer of floral lace in a more creamy lemon shade with a band of glittering golden beads along the neck line. To all senses it was somewhat simple, but still elegant and rather beautiful, Sofia also had a soft pale pair of shoes that she only ever wore with this dress, the whole outfit itself was clearly expensive and rarely worn and tonight seemed like a reasonable acceptance to once again make herself a little more presentable than for her to wear her usual uniform.

Sofia began preparing herself after returning from giving her final written letter to the man at the hotel front desk so that it was posted rather immanently. Sofia sat brushed her long blonde hair and once again repining it away from her face as she then started to apply the normal rosy glow to her cheeks and a simple ruby lipstick as she looked for her natural glow of beauty. She could not ignore the fact that she was becoming more and more nervous as time passed on, her stomach was now a mush of butterflies which seemed to be beating against each other making her more and more uneasy.

Sofia spent the next hour reading as it seemed to role on rather slowly as Sofia sat waiting for Manfred to arrive, every now and then looking up from her book hoping time was moving quicker.

When there finally came a knock at the door of the hotel room, Sofia was rather surprised once she opened the door to not find Manfred waiting there but to see another uniformed officer who clearly worked with Manfred, but he seemed to have no signs on his uniform as to what rank he held. The man before Sofia could be no more than a day over nineteen and although held a strong army prestige there was a clear fear within his eyes as he looked towards her.

Sofia merely smiled and greeted the young man warmly, before grabbing her black woolen trench coat and small clutch bag. The young man who had knocked on her door explained that his name was Nilhelm and that he had been sent up to escort Sofia to the car waiting outside the hotel and that he was going to be Sofia and Manfred's driver for the evening. With this told to Sofia she seemed more inspired by Manfred's little efforts of his gallant showmanship, as she headed out the door of her hotel room locking it behind her as Nilhelm then led her to the car waiting outside the front of the hotel. As they both arrived to the car, Nilhelm opened the back door to allow Sofia to climber inside sitting herself beside Manfred, who was sat having clearly spent the time trying to control his own nerves about the evenings events.

It was strange for Sofia to see Manfred in his more formal uniform, she was so used to seeing him in his everyday duty uniform that seeing him in his formal uniform was a little bit of a suspicious, let alone the fact that he was not showing any indication to his own rank that he was normally so proud of wearing.

To Manfred's mind this had been a choice he wished to do, as he knew that enemy spies loved nothing more than to assassinate an officer when and where ever possible. However he also wanted the night to purely be more private without any disturbances of his rather growing and adoring fans. In truth Manfred wanted Sofia's affections to be not won by him showcasing his success, she was all too aware who he was as he sat watching her climber into the back seat of the car beside him, before Nilhelm closed the door to then get into the drivers seat in front of them and begin the journey to their evenings destination.

Sofia smiled at Manfred before wishing him a good evening as he lit a cigarette for her before carefully looping his arm over her shoulders to make the drive more comfortable on the rather hard leather seat of the back of the car, before he began to explain where they were heading for their evenings adventure.

“There is a pleasant restaurant not far from here, its small but has excellent wine and exquisite cuisine, the chef is a cousin of mine, I thought it would be a rather fitting location for us to keep a low profile.” Manfred said as he watched the young women beside him make herself comfortable as best she could while sat beside him as she smoked the cigarette he had handed to her just before. He watched the smile on Sofia's face never once slipping away while he spoke as she watched him. “Oh that does sound very interesting, I suppose knowing the chef helps you keep the secret of how many women you have taken there for dinner to comfort your aching limbs with those women's affections fixed on adoring you.” Sofia said in a cruel way, yet she was indeed making a rather crude joke as it was no secret that men within the ranks still enjoyed their odd evenings of wooing women, it was as though seduction was a sporting game to them of which she was fully aware Manfred would clearly also take part in should he choose to. But she also knew that Manfred was still a gentlemen and even if he had wooed other women to comfort his limbs, it would have been less romantic than what he was clearly trying to achieve for the evening with Sofia.

Manfred merely laughed at Sofia's statement, shaking his head by her rather open knowledge of such affairs but then if she had no knowledge of such things she would of probably never have been a successful spy, as he took another drag from his cigarette while still smiling before blowing the breath of smoke out, turning his head to gaze at Sofia knowing that his silence was allowing her imagination to run a little wild and although he would reply to her comment, it would give him a slight advantage over her if he remained quite for moment or two. However part of him guessed that Sofia had more experience in matters of seduction than himself, it was a skill that she was required to hone as a spy, specially on the more delicate operations were a women's seduction was more powerful than any slight of hand trick, and he rather expected that Sofia could easy make any man crumble to their knees should she need to extract information from them by her seductive means.

Sofia smiled to herself knowing that the pair of them were playing games with each other, as if they were trying to test the water of each others own abilities and respect for one and other. But she did think of one time were Manfred had not even seen her, this had been caused by another women and at the time it was like a sharp blade within Sofia's heart. She quickly looked out the window remembering that time as it had been at a ball to which she had attended to help hone her senses, at that time she was still new to her career as a spy, yet she observed the singer of that evening's event perform beautifully, then make a beeline rather unashamably for Manfred and a few other pilots around him. This singer had pushed Sofia out of her path and in turn out of Manfred's own sights. The event itself had left Sofia rather haunted with pain, yet she took a deep breath and once again cast her gaze at the gentlemen beside her in the back of the military car.

“Anyway, I should really thank you for wishing to spend time with me this evening, I'm rather honoured of your company.” Sofia began not once letting her smile fade from her ruby lips, yet she was rather unsure what she should talk about with Manfred. Yet for the first time Sofia found it rather hard to engage him in conversation and she was unsure if this was due to her own nerves, as they both shared a great love for a number of things.

Manfred was rather grateful for his cigarette as it gave him something to divert his focus and gaze, rather than allowing him to merely cast his gaze purely on Sofia and her perfectly deep blue eyes, of which he could easily become lost within which would clearly mean that his cheeks would blossom red, a clear sign of him becoming undone by the power of Sofia's attention. “With your background and skill set, I would be rather amazed if you did not know more about the women that I've been with, than what I gathered about them myself, but I can comfort your mind in saying there are not that many women who I've spent time with.” Manfred began as he paused for moment, he was clearly picking his words carefully as though he was uncertain just how vulnerable he wanted to seem to Sofia. But it was not truly in his nature to be vulnerable, so he choose to be bold and honest with her as he felt that this would be more favourable to both of them.

“Sofia, you are the first true women I have brought on any evening outing that I truly care for deeply and you need not thank me for wishing to spend time with you. I'm in all honesty delighted to be in your company.” He continued smiling at her while he admired her beauty as she evidently blushed from his kind words before gently kissing his cheek. “I haven't been on a date for what seems a rather long time, and although you seem to think I know so much about you I am not sure I truly know that much, there has only been one women that I can honestly say made me invisible to you.” Sofia said as she once again took a deep breath, knowing that he had been honest to her, yet the singer that had pushed her aside from Manfred's attention that one haunting night was still troubling her mind. “That women I speak of, was the singer at Count Vorick's house, she made me completely invisible to you, but I'm not jealous at all, after all it was an event to celebrate you and your fellow officers joining the imperial air service in a new forming squadron.” Sofia continued before resting her head against Manfred's shoulder.

Manfred himself did not recall the event in which Sofia spoke of, however he did remember a singer having almost clung to him at an event so he presumed that it was the same women, yet by no means was that women in the same light as Sofia. But he was not going to argue with Sofia about her recollection of events when his own recollection was not all together clear, he was rather shocked that Sofia seemed jealous as this to his mind was a rather strong indication that she did indeed desire him. But still he resolved to be extremely attentive to her and only her in the future, as he planned to never allow her any misapprehension that his adoring attention may cause, he would not be divided by the presence of another women. In truth there existed no women that could make Sofia truly invisible in Manfred's mind and eyes.

“How is Mortiz? I'm sure his no longer that cute puppy I saw once bouncing and chasing flies when we last saw each other before our duty's called us both away.” Sofia said as she had often thought of Manfred's beautiful puppy that was ever so loyal to him with such a bountiful personality. Sofia had clearly needed to change the subject and as Manfred heard the joy in her voice while she spoke of his dog, he smiled thinking of his ever loyal Mortiz. “Mortiz is certainly no puppy, he's grown strong, but whenever I return to him there is always this wonderful light within his eyes.” Manfred replied thinking of his beautiful dog having bounded over to him earlier that evening, greeting him with such joy. “At the risk of sounding sentimental, Mortiz will always be that cute puppy to me.” Manfred said while laughing slightly at the comment which he said as much to himself, as to Sofia. “It is as if I'm a proud parent, like I hear of people speaking of their own children in much the same fashion.” Manfred continue as if considering that he was Mortiz father and that he was very proud of his dog son.

Sofia could not help but giggle at Manfred's warm sentiment. To her it was rather cute, but not that she would admit such a thing to him, she had witnessed his own mother speak in much the same way about him and his siblings. “Yes your mother speaks like that about you and your siblings, it is rather beautiful how you speak so highly of little Mortiz. I know when my brother enjoyed visiting you, he spoke of how Mortiz would try and steal his food then when told no, how he would sulk like a child.” Sofia said remember the letter her brother sent her not long before his untimely death, which was rather a horrific event for Sofia and her grandfather as it was only really them now left in their family.

It was then that Sofia notice she was rather comfortable now sat with Manfred, her head gently resting against his shoulder as they spoke. She also thought of how her own grandfather would often speak of her to others, he would often show such high praise of her, but it had been sometime since he had done that due to her recent circumstance. It was no secret to her that he did not approve of her joining the imperial spy core, he had openly admitted that he feared something like her being called a traitor and being sentience to death was most likely to happen and although she had indeed been considered a traitor over the past few weeks she was lucky to have been found innocent let alone remain alive.

Manfred's heart fluttered as Sofia rested her head upon his shoulder, it was like warmth that seem to spread throughout his body that left him euphoric, a feeling that was only broken when she once again started speaking. “I have often thought about getting myself a dog, but I had rather put it off due to me recent situation, but who knows maybe now is my chance to get myself a puppy.” Sofia said aloud think about her own future while looking out of the window of the car, she could see the restaurant coming into view, as Nilhelm began to park the car, before opening the door to allow Sofia and Manfred to exit the vehicle. Manfred carefully took hold of Sofia's arm as they began to walk up the cobbled street towards the restaurant. “I will buy you a puppy, if your Grandfather will not.” Manfred said almost biting his tongue to reproach himself, for he did not wish to seem desperate to gain Sofia's favour but the words had slide from his tongue so quickly he had no time to stop himself saying them. Yet it was true he would buy her a puppy if she so desired one, she did deserve such a good companion that would also protect her, and he could appreciate that Sofia shared this same passion of a four legged companion, even if his little Mortiz, however big he was now was almost like a child to Manfred he knew that Sofia would have as much joy and love for and from her own four legged companion. Sofia looked at Manfred as she was truly stunned by his words. “If you did buy me a puppy, Mortiz would have to approve of him too, it would be awful is Mortiz did not like a new puppy around.” Sofia said, imagining herself and Manfred walking though one of their family gardens with Mortiz and another dog bounding about before them. As the image in her mind showed get beauty and joy, yet the thought that Mortiz may not like the new dog could easily spoil this image in Sofia's mind. Manfred thought it rather strange of her comment about Mortiz welcoming a new puppy however, as to both dogs needing to get alone it only seemed important should he and Sofia be living together and although not something he was adverse to the thought of and in fact he could only hope to one day have such an arrangement. But he did not believe Sofia was in any such rush for that circumstance to take shape.

Manfred then turned his attention to the nearing restaurant as he began, as he spoke of the food and atmosphere it all sounded very romantic to Sofia and although Manfred was trying to seduce her, along with showering her with promising gifts and beautiful words, it all seemed overly perfect.

In all fairness Manfred was rather hoping to merely show Sofia an element of himself that was so carefully locked away from most of the people that knew him, he could only confess to her that he was rather clumsy at seduction, but in Sofia's eyes he was not clumsy at all, he was to all senses of the word a true gentlemen.

When they arrived at the restaurant the waiter politely took them to their table, seating them in a more secluded area at the back of the restaurant, which was clearly very posh for the rather chaotic time with the war still raging.

Manfred straight away ordered a large brandy, he knew that wine would most likely be Sofia's chosen drink so he ordered for her as she looked upon the menu choosing a light meal consisting of a salad followed with rare steak, to which Manfred agreed was the best he could face in eating as the waited walked off to tend to their order.

Manfred could not help but blush as he gazed upon Sofia sat before him. “You are so very beautiful Sofia.” He said as the colour of his cheeks deepened, it was clear that he was speaking truthfully and that these were not words dipped in honey to be spoken in an attempt to woo her to his whim. But words simply saying a truth that had clearly arisen from the depths of his heart, shaped by his lips and uttered from his tongue.

Sofia gazed at him the words ringing through her ears with deep affection, as she observed his cheeks deepen in their colour while she giggled at the sight of him blushing. “Are you embarrassed to admit your affections to me? Well your secret is safe.” Sofia smiled, the thought that Manfred was embarrassed by his actions of blushing before her and being timid to admit his own affections as deep as they were made her feel that she may have some upper hand power over him. However she leaned a little closure to him before whispering softly in his ear. “You are a very handsome man, you always were.” Sofia continued, wondering the effect her words would have on him as she sat back to observe him, as it did not take long for her to see the effects, Manfred merely smiled brightly in a strange way put at ease by Sofia's charm. “I see no reason to keep my feelings from you a secret, especially if you feel the same way towards me. I most admit that I'm not ashamed by my feelings, but I'm nervous that they are not reciprocated in the same manor.” Manfred replied as Sofia's words seemed to embed themselves into his mind, as though she had truly just admitted to him that she felt the same for him as he for her.

A glimmer of interest in him which seemed to shine so brightly from her beautiful face, Manfred reached out and took hold of Sofia's right hand within his left while his fingertips caressed her knuckles, feeling the softness of her delicate hand. He could now no longer hold back any secrets from her of his affection that he had tried to hide for so long.

“I have dreamt of a moment such as this, that we could speak as plainly as we do.” Manfred said as he gently gazed upon the female opposite him, who seemed to absorb his every word with a true harmony of beauty and respect, as though each word seemed to envelope her and while she was enveloped by his words he felt an overwhelming feeling of enchantment by Sofia. It seemed as though it was an enveloping feeling that walled off the rest of the world allowing Sofia and Manfred to see and hear nothing but themselves, as though it were some natural intoxication. Sofia felt her hand becoming warm entangled within his own, as she admitted to him that her only fear of death was that she would of never told Manfred how she really felt for him and now while sat before him she could admit that she was truly, if not deeply, in love with him and that she always had been.

This news to Manfred made him unable to speak as a lump had formed in his throat forbidding him to shape any words and for a time he was certain that if he tried to even utter one word at all, he would most likely break down, not with tears of sorrow but with tears of great joy as his eyes already glistened with tears as they tried to escape. But after a moment which felt like hours had passed, his lips formed a bigger, brighter smile than they had done previously. A smile that seemed to radiate a youthful soulful beauty that almost seemed free of the clouded horrors of his life as a pilot. “Sofia I love you too.” Manfred finally announced while sighing great relief, feeling splendid within himself, so much so that he chuckled as he gently squeezed Sofia's hand. “By God, I have waited too long to ask you to join me for dinner, and I think it only right to say that there is no happier man on this world right now, than myself.” He continued while clearly in a haze of euphoria.

Their romance of quite gazes was only disturbed by the waiter bringing them their drinks and meals, taking delight in sipping at their drinks and eating the excellent meal that had been prepared for them. Manfred still every now and then gently stroked Sofia's fingers with his own, it was as though the slightest touch was electric to them both, they needed no words to be exchanged between them, while they ate and drank they just enjoyed the company they shared, while they gazed lovingly into each others eyes with a depth of intense meaning and pleasure of both mind and body.

After dinner they sat beside each other in the comfort of their booth seat, enjoying their after dinner coffee and as they prepared to leave the restaurant Sofia gently kissed Manfred. So far the evening had been everything the pair could imagine and as they left the restaurant it was clear to Sofia that their feelings had been deeply hidden for a long time.

They walked along the street path together, their arms comfortable linked as they ignored the glances from other people around, Manfred had expected people to have taken an interest in them considering his high regarded success of late clearly being noted but he was rather thankful no one other than the waiter had disturbed him and Sofia, he did however know that it would not be long before rumours to start being spread that he was courting a young lady and should it be known that it was Sofia, it could lead to a lot of hysterical behaviour from people who honoured his heroic action in war. But for now they were safe away from peoples questioning glances as they continued to walk beside each other.

“So Freiherr Von Ritchthofen, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?” Asked Sofia as she played with his title, her voice was almost dream like to him, but his mind was set that the evening was still young as he smiled with such delight of what they could do to continue their evenings enjoyment. “Perhaps you would care to return to my dwelling, we could drink and perhaps talk, I insinuate nothing at all merely to enjoy your pleasurable company.” Manfred replied, yet he felt he was being rather clumsy and that Sofia may take his invitation in the wrong form, as his pulse began to quicken by how her reaction could turn. But he could not hide the fact that should he not have Sofia in his vision and company at this time he may well become physically in pain.

“I would be most honoured to join you at your dwelling, but will it be safe for me to be there?” Sofia replied. She was to say the least a little worried that she may get him in trouble, but Manfred knew that it would not be any hassle at all as it was quite normal for the men in their make shift barracks to have women and friends visit them while at their homes away from home. He continued to lead Sofia to the car smiling proudly as they clambered into the back seat once again, before Nilhilm began to drive them to the barracks inside Manfred's uncle's estate not far from the aerodrome.

It was clear that the night air was becoming rather colder as winter seemed to be arriving with more vengeance that previous nights. This in turn made Manfred know that flying would become more dangerous, and their patrols in the skies would become rather more careful, they would not be venturing as far as they normally did, but would be very careful on how many routine patrols they went on as well. In winter most of the war was taken back to land, the skies became almost silent, but this only meant that Manfred and his fellow pilots would have to do other things such as training and observation flights, a task which he found rather dull but it still allowed him to be within the air.

When they arrived at his uncle's estate which was the make shift barracks, Manfred was rather glad to be once again in the warmth of a building. His personal dwelling had a warm fire burning within the hearth as he calmed Mortiz down. Mortiz had bounded across the floor seeing Manfred arrive home, something he always did at his masters return. Sofia could not help but feel rather small in Manfred's private chambers, she felt almost like she herself was little more than an ornament that adorned a shelf upon the wall. But to Manfred's mind she was the most perfect element to his area of solace and comfort.

Manfred poured them both glasses of wine while Mortiz sat beside the plush couch of the room eyeing Sofia carefully who had managed to sit down on the couch having moved a small collection of letters and books that had littered it. It was clear that Manfred rather enjoyed reading and could not help his ego soaking up the adoring letters of those who wrote such poetic respects to him as well as to the other pilots. Manfred handing her the glass of wine while he sat down beside her on the couch sipping his own glass of wine.

This was a time were he knew he must show the up most skill and respect to Sofia, he had every intention of acting a complete gentleman, but given the space between them he could not help but feel the strong electricity that connected them so strongly. An electrical feeling that was arousing and clearly palpable in the air, but it was clear that this energy was not just some simple primal lust between a man and women, it was something soulful as though it was almost embedded deep within their DNA. All the unspoken words between them as teenagers, all the moments that had created tension that neither had truly been aware of, had all had their own true meanings. The euphoria he felt as he gazed upon Sofia was creating an overwhelming high sense of feeling to his senses which seemed to build stronger the longer he looked upon her. Sofia could feel his gaze as she sipped her wine while sat beside him, the warm fire gave an orange glow to the room, as the gramophone in the corner of the room played a rather enjoyable record.

To Sofia's mind the room was rather elegant in its own rather morbid way, it was clear that the room was a Freiherr room, as she looked across to her host sat beside her, smiling at him with a drunken gaze before placing her glass on the table and taking his hand carefully before standing from her seat lightly pulling him upwards. “Come dance with me?” Sofia said with her voice soft and ever so slightly timid.

Manfred could not deny Sofia anything and certainly not a request to dance as he was as skilled at dancing as he was a keen marksmen and deeply enjoyed the record he had placed to play on his gramophone. He was although rather heady with intoxication from the copious amounts of alcohol he had consumed in an attempt to ease his nerves, but Sofia faired no better on her own giggling, drunken state.

It was not long before he found himself upon his feet as they both began gently gliding across the floor passing the minutes in a fashion of laughter and smiles upon their faces, until Manfred truly released that Sofia's body was pressed against his own, his right hand interlaced with her left, while his left hand which he had intended to place upon her lower back but had instead fallen further than intended and he found his left hand resting firmly upon the curve of her backside. Although her body was in perfect proportion to his hands, his heavily dilated pupil's dilated further as he found himself staring more closely into Sofia's eyes, speechless and frozen in that moment of time waiting for her reaction upon were his left hand had found its way. He half expected that this would be an insult to her and part of him prepared for the string of her tongue.

Sofia although was rather shocked by Manfred's hand resting upon her backside, did not remove it from its resting location, she merely blushed by the fact his hand had so natural rested on her in such a manor, but in that split second of Manfred's panic Sofia did not share his own panic at all. She smiled as she looked up at his eyes while he was gazing into her own eye, as he began to lead her feet once again as they began to dance to the record. Sofia's body pressed more closely to his own as she felt protected by Manfred, each step they took it seemed as thought they were gliding across the floor of the room avoiding the furniture.

It was clear that they were both heavily intoxicated by the amount of alcohol they had both consumed that night, let alone their intoxicating energy that surrounded them both. Sofia could not stop herself from kissing Manfred's lips more tenderly then she had done previously that evening, her right hand that had rested against his chest while they had been dancing had now found its way looped over his shoulder while they kiss deepen.

Not long before their kiss became more heated, the taste of Sofia's lips seemed divine to Manfred as whatever sweetness belonged to the wine had enhanced dramatically the natural flavour of her mouth. His euphoric state seemed to sharply increase by the second, his hands becoming more bold in the passionate grasps of Sofia's tender body, while their tongues rolled against each other. Although they had been dancing during their passionate kiss, Sofia know found her back pressed against a wall of the room as she found herself sandwiched between the wall behind her and Manfred in front of her.

They only broke the kiss gasping for air while Manfred felt Sofia's back arch pushing herself closure towards him, her stretching body exposing her slender neck to which Manfred could not resist to press his lips with tender kisses. It was as though he worshipped her and he took nothing of her form for granted, everything about her had a resonance that seemed to his skill of admiration. Sofia could barely hold herself upright from his passionate kisses upon her neck, her knees having almost buckled having turned to jelly beneath her. Her only hope in remaining upright was to grip lightly upon his shoulders, yet Sofia's hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they willingly began to undress him from his uniform, as she continued feeling Manfred's lips travel along her neck planting tender kiss as he began to then trace her jaw, before once again re-joining her own lips. Their tongues once more rolling against each other as though battling in hunger for each other's taste and desire.

The exploration of Sofia's body was to some extent not a conscious thing that Manfred was truly aware. Every advance he made, no matter how subtle seemed guided by her own enthusiasm, as if they both maneuvered within an emotional entanglement and desire for more.

Manfred found that Sofia shudder to every gentle touch of his hands as they glided across her bosom, it was a response that lead to his curiosity for they clearly were new lovers and seemed deeply in love, yet still learning each others bodies. It was fortunate that no matter how clumsy they might have been, that every touch no matter where placed, seemed to spark their fiery electricity that was building even more between them evoking them to become more intense in their arousal as they almost began craving a deeper physical pleasure, making them feel that they could do no wrong.

Manfred although ever bit a gentlemen, would not hasten towards that overwhelming pleasure of Sofia's body impelled by his own, ye however much he could sense both of their arousal and desire, he rather hoped to explore her more intently as it was evident she wished the same of him.

They had now slide down the wall and laid upon the soft rug of his floor before the fire, their bodies tangled in their exploration of flesh, while their limbs grew ever more hungry by the seduction of touch and kisses upon skin. The fire that glowed brightly was giving warmth to the room but it seemed to merely only heat their intoxicating passion further.

Manfred gasped for breath he was disorientated as he came to fully appreciate the fact that Sofia was upon her back laid upon the rug of his chamber, beneath his athletic form, and in her current state Sofia was helpless to any advance that Manfred now made, as he gazed down into her eyes, their intense arousal clouding their judgments as it clearly showed within their eyes between each other.

He once again kissed Sofia deeply while crashing his hips towards her own body sending shock waves throughout them both, her womb completely at his mercy and she willingly allowed his advances. Their eyes watching each other closely while deeply locked in passion as though they were fascinated by their reactions to each other, as they trusted each other deeply with their own safety.

Sofia could not help herself as her voice gave little whimpers of pleasure, her lips formed his name while she gasped for air, while her fingers continued to trace his uncovered chest.

“Manfred, I love you.” Sofia's voice almost a whisper, lost with her heated gasps for air between kisses and his thrusts upon her body as she once again gazed up into his eyes.

His whole being warmed to the sound of her declaration and although she had already declared her love for him, the sound of these words spoke at this moment of their heightened state merely fired his blood even further. “I love you Sofia, with all my heart.” Manfred replied and it was true, he loved her with every cell of his body to the deepest reaches of his soul, but at this present moment he was a man of few words, kissing her softly before deepening it once more. He could feel her body beneath him quiver almost to the heightened state of overwhelming passion, he could honestly say that he had never seen anything more erotic and beautiful than that of Sofia in her current state. Her legs shacked uncontrollable while they warped around his waist as their kiss muffling their sounds of passion and pleasure, as Sofia's eyes fluttered in pleasure, Manfred knew she could not hide away from any pleasure that he brought forth to her body.

Manfred had been with other women before and Sofia had been with other men, but no other women had felt like this to him. This moment was special, however much he adored and worshipped Sofia, this moment of purest love was untouchable.

The transcendence of pleasure in Manfred's current state was far more than he had ever known, it was as though being with Sofia at this exact moment was far more rewarding. It was a good thing Manfred and Sofia kissed as deeply as they were as their whimpers of pleasure became smothered and if anyone should hear his sounds of weakness it could be his undoing. He knew that it would also be a never ending line of jokes for the men he worked with, although they would have been done in respect, Manfred was not yet ready to have such ridicule.

Manfred's hands tightened their grip upon Sofia's thighs, sinking deeper into their passion, gasping for air as he looked upon the women he loved deeply as though he was almost in disbelief at the power of their passion and yet the relief it provided was equally intoxicating to him. He could see her cheeks were even more rose tinted, her arms looped over his shoulders, this was a sight he had wished to see for a very long time but actually seeing it and feeling it in its fullest reality was far more than anything he could ever have imagine.

Hours passed by as their passion and intimacy continued, they could not understand and did not want to as they merely wanted to become more drunk with each others passion.

By the time they did finish it was clearly early morning but still very much dark, as they lay on the floor beside the fire that was now dimly glowing, their breathing becoming steady once again. Manfred's arm was looped over Sofia as she cuddled up against him as they watched the fire before them dwindling with its remaining light, the room filled with the scent of their passion and addiction, Manfred's hand gently stroking Sofia's shoulder while he felt her completely relax in his embrace, as he carefully looked across to her to find her eyes closed with her breathing steady, her beautiful face so serene as she slept beside him. He leaned towards her kissing her forehead before whispering that he loved her, as he rested beside down beside her before he to slowly drifting to sleep.