Hope for the Hopeless

Forever starts Here

Benedict couldn't believe the turn around of the night's events. He would never have expected to find Sophie at his stable doors trying to call off their wedding. Nor would he have ever expected to have finally confessed to her that he loved her.

That he'd been a jealous idiot, that he'd been a blind idiot...

Nor did he ever think in his wildest dreams that he would have Sophie in his arms, kissing him, whilst wearing his shirt.

He had hoped maybe one day when they were married he might... but now... anything was possible.

They loved each other, they'd finally confessed their feelings and were free to feel them.

The feel of her lips against his was magical, it was like he'd never been kissed before, anything he'd experienced before Sophie was just nothing...

Her inexperienced lips seemed to move with his, just learning as she moulded her body against him and it was taking all of his strength to not run his hands over her body, feel the curve of her body against his.

Two days... that was all he had to wait, two days and he'd get to make love to her.

After a few moments of their kissing Sophie pulled back, her eyes bright, her cheeks flushed as she panted for breath, every part of her body was aching for something that she didn't fully understand.

She knew enough that what she was feeling was desire, it was arousal, Kate had talked to her the week before about what to expect on her wedding night, she'd read enough books, that her father didn't know about, even Daphne had talked to her just that evening wanting to make sure that she knew what to expect.

"Ben..." Sophie gasped, her hand moving to his cheek.

Benedict stared down at her, trying to prolong the moment before he knew he had to send her home, to do the gentlemanly thing, but something was different in her eyes, the colour seemed to melt, her shining emerald melted into a soft and lilting moss as her lips parted again, and he was lost.

He was a goner and he knew he had to kiss her again. He needed her.

He needed her in every way possible, he needed her like he needed air and his last rational thought as his lips crashed back into hers, was that he needed her right now.

It was a dizzying experience for them both as he kissed her with an intensity she was only just learning what it meant, it was desire, it was love and need.

The kiss built to an intensity that neither could comprehend, Benedict was barely in control of his body and his actions as his lips teased hers, stroking and nibbling, caressing as he stoke a fire within them both.

"Sophie... Oh Sophie..." he said over and over as his lips moved to her cheek, her neck, her ear. He mumbled her name so many times it seemed to soak into her skin.

Her only response was to arch her body into him, she knew what she wanted, she wanted him to make her his... she wanted to be his forever and forever. She didn't care about propriety, they were getting married in two days, they loved one another... to hell with the rules.

As his lips moved over her neck Sophie's fingers moved to his hair "make me yours Ben" she whispered, her voice raspy, full of emotion and need.

"I... we... we should wait" he stammered, knowing he should wait, knowing that was the right thing to do but every fibre of his being was telling him to throw her onto the bed and have his way with her.

To do all the things his mind had wanted to do to her, to show her all the ways a woman could be loved, the ways of pleasure and love.

"I don't want to... we've waited long enough... we are getting married in two days... nothing is going to change that... I want you to make me yours... make me your wife" she pleaded and as Benedict's eyes moved to meet hers, he knew he was gone.