The Cherished Wife

Chapter 213

Charles had never seen such hopeful eyes from Noelle before. He bit his lip, gently took her by the shoulders, and stepped back. Noelle was surprised. She did not understand why Charles was pulling away when she was being so open.

She felt a little hurt and bit her lip, tasting the warmth from Charles and the slight tang of blood where she had bitten him. Noelle was confused and frowned, not understanding why Charles was saying no.

Noelle's falling smile did not escape Charles's notice. He curled his lips into a smile, and before Noelle could even catch her breath, he gently lifted her chin. His eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. "Are you sure?"

Noelle felt a warm flutter in her heart. She wanted to say no, but she nodded instead. "Sure!" She took a deep breath, as if she had made a big decision, and held both his hands tightly, their fingers interlacing. She looked at Charles with all the seriousness in the world. "We're husband and wife, right?"

"Yes!" He frowned slightly, his forehead touching hers as he caught his breath. "We are husband and wife. Nelly, do you realize what you're saying? Once we begin, there's no going back, and I won't let you back out."

Noelle nodded, a bit shyly. "Mhm, I understand."

He smiled at last, took her hand in his, and guided it behind her. Then, he gently kissed her lips.

The kiss was sweet, just like before, but with a new, slight difference. His kiss was soft and patient, nothing like her awkward attempts, slowly leading her into this dance of discovery.

Only their heavy breaths could be heard in the quiet of the study. Feeling a bit shy, Noelle hugged Charles tightly, sensing a strange new feeling in her body. He wrapped her up in his arms and lifted her onto the desk.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

With a little gasp, Noelle wrapped her hands around Charles's strong arms. Her shirt had been removed and her skin was blushing a pretty pink. He looked at her deeply, his hands bracing on either side of her, and kissed her once more.

Noelle was feeling a little jittery, her body tight with nerves. Charles's deep breaths were right next to her ear, making her feel all warm inside. This was nothing like the times she had been drugged. The feelings during those times were because of the drugs, but this was all natural.

Charles could tell Noelle was tense. He let go of her hand and pulled back from her lips, squinting a bit. "Are you scared?"

She nodded, then shook her head, looking so forlorn that Charles did not know what to do. He was usually so in control, but with her, it was different.

He gently pushed her tangled hair behind her ear and let out a soft sigh. "If you're not ready, just tell me to stop, okay?" She was the one exception to his steadfastly controlled life.

However, Noelle clutched Charles's

hand tightly and shook her head

fast. "No, I'm not scared. I'm ready." She squeezed his arm, trying to show how determined she was. She put her hands on his shoulders, stood up straight, and gave Charles

a kiss on the lips, the chin, and then the throat.

Charles caught his breath, his whole body waiting for her next move. Noelle bit her lip, lingering at his throat and feeling a bit unsure. She tilted her head and looked up at him.

Her hands held onto him, her legs wrapped around his waist, and she kissed him again, on his lips, his nose, and then his eyelids.