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Her unmoving lips remained unmoving. As his were similar to her position. She'd never tried doing this obscure action , kissing. And she was foriegn as to how do so. ' What are we doing Ms.Beckette ? ' Ambrose murmured roughly, since their lips had been awkwardly attached for the past two minutes , causing his warm breath to blow onto her face, intitiating tingles. ' Kissing Mr.Toburant . I'm kissing you. ' Fantine voice cracked as realisation dawned on her. She'd shut her eyes rigorously , praying he'd go along with her and kiss her. However , his lips remained unmoving , simply embedded on hers. In such a peaceful manner , she'd tilted her head away , causing their lips to part from each other. Her arms had still imprisoned his neck , as she'd burried her face in his bare chest. He'd smelt of sweat and dirt , as he was insigificantly affixed. Something so familiar to her enticed her senses. Shame . She'd felt the most rejected. Was her touch revolting to such an extent ? ' Do you wish upon a kiss , Ms.Beckette ? Ambrose grunted out , in her ears , as Fantine was still wrapped all over him. He'd felt her breaths bang against his chest and her lips slightly rub with his chest as well , arousing goosebumps on it. ' I do' she'd whispered softly.
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He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

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