Would You Be Mine?

2. Harlington Manor

Rosalie sat trembling as the carriage made its way up the cobblestone path.

Though Harry had straightened out her bodice, her legs were still spaced wide apart, her dress around her waist as her skin was flushed with pink.

Harry sat opposite her, having tucked himself back into his pants, his gaze travelled to the exposed junction between her legs that were now pink and plump and glistening wet, the fruits of his labour now seeping out and he ran his tongue over his lips, revelling in how she had tasted.

Harry leaned forward and gently pulled her dress down, covering her up just as the carriage came to a stop before he himself looked out the window and up at the imposing manor, sighing heavily.

The door was opened from the outside by a footman and Harry stood and exited the carriage.

Once outside, he turned around and extended his hand out for Rosalie to take.

She glanced at it, swallowing nervously before closing her eyes and looking down at her lap.

"Rosalie...love..." Harry spoke, his hand still outstretched.

She shook her head, a lone tear sliding down her cheek.

"Rosalie...come..." Harry spoke again.

A sob escaped her mouth as her hands grasped at her dress.

Harry turned to the footman and dismissed him with a nod before turning his attention back to Rosalie. Not wanting to appear angry or to scare her, he leaned his body into the doorway of the carriage.

"Rosalie what is it?" he gently asked.

He watched as her whole body shuddered from her distress as she inhaled shakily.

"No one will want me now," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite follow..." Harry asked her.

"After what you've done...I've done...here..." she sniffed again, "no man will want me for his bride."

She brought her tear-filled eyes up to meet his.

"I'm tainted," she whispered.

Harry chuckled at her, causing hurt and shame to cross her features.

"Of course no man will have you," he said, causing her to gasp, "because no man will ever have you. You are mine now Rosalie. Now and forever."

He held his hand out to her again.

"Come with me my love and see your new home," he beckoned her.

Wiping away her tears, Rosalie took Harry's hand, much to his delight, and helped her out of the carriage.

"It is late darling, come, you must rest," Harry placed an arm around her shoulder as his other hand grasped hers.

Rosalie felt she had no choice, not knowing where she was or how she could leave, she let Harry guide her up the smooth, slate steps before leading her through the massive ornate front doors and into the grand foyer of the manor.

Rosalie was stunned.

She had never seen a place so grand where someone called home.

The first thing Rosalie noticed was the wooden staircase that seemed to fill the entire room, how it swept around the room from the bottom left to the top right.

Rosalie tentatively left the comfort of Harry's arm to slowly walk further into the foyer, the leaves underfoot scrunching as she walked. He stayed still, watching her face as she took in her new surroundings.