Melanie Ainsley and Henry Cavill reluctantly get forced into an arranged marriage.
It's not what Melanie had hoped for herself at all, to marry a man she didn't even love and the same could be said for Henry who also shared the same displeasure.
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Chapter twenty three
Contains smut ⚠️
Those lips of his danced across my own, it felt like a perfect routine- the feeling of his fingertips brushing down the sides of my neck and behind my ear sent me into an abyss of bliss. This time, it felt different. We had both confessed our feelings to one another which made this encounter full of passion and emotion. Henry's lips increased their pace with more lustful kisses, his tongue swirling against mine which made me inwardly smile. The way this man made me feel, especially when we kissed was like how it was always meant to be- this is what love is.
My fingers laced with his dark locks, lightly tugging so his face pressed closer to mine. I wanted to get as close to him as possible "Henry.. this is different" I mumbled between the kiss making Henry lightly break away, his eyes intently looking into mine. "I know..."
I cupped his face softly whilst rubbing a thumb across his cheek "it's scary, isn't it?"
Henry let out a light chuckle, placing his own hands upon mine that rested on his cheeks "Melanie everything about you has scared me"
Blushing slightly I lowered my gaze "I scare you?"
Henry planted a delicate kiss upon my lips "you scare me because I didn't think it would be this humanly possible to feel this way about another person"
Kissing him back passionately I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him back into close contact with me, Henry returned this with the same passion- his hands grabbing upon my waist and hooking his fingers in with a tight grip, causing me to let out a soft moan.
The fabric between us was growing annoying, I wanted to rip it off, this only made me frown which caused Henry to furrow his brows. "You're getting annoyed?" A crimson sheet overwhelmed my face making me shake my head repeatedly "what could I be annoyed about?"
Henry pushed me back lightly so I was laying on the bed, his body crawling on top of mine as his firm arms pressed into the mattress either side of my head "maybe.. you're annoyed because of our clothes, should I change that?"
Gulping back saliva all I could think about was how did he read my thoughts like that, was it that obvious ? This man truly could read me better than anyone. Pressing a finger against my lips Henry smirked deviously "now you're wondering how I guessed correctly ?"
I nodded slowly, turning my eyes away from him due to the sheer embarrassment. "It's because of the way you looked me up and down, how you drew me as close as possible to you"
Biting down on my lower lip I faced him, excitement running through my body like electricity. "And you looked at my clothes as if they shouldn't be there..." Henry grabbed upon my t shirt, dancing his hand underneath and onto the bare skin of my belly. His finger drew circles around my belly button and to my sides which caused my legs to lightly press against one another.
