Prince Harry Ih.sI

21

"Good," he says, then kisses my cheek. He moves away from me and in a short moment I'm able to see my lovey fiancee. Oh shit, that sounds so wierd.

He opens the lights and turns to me. His back in front of the door, my front facing him. Before Harry speaks, better yet, takes any steps torwards me, he leaves his mouth agape. His fingers coming to the corners of his lips. His eyes trailing from the top of my head to the heels of my shoes.

"You're mesmerizing." He declares. His long legs take him to me. His hands rest under my shoulders, slowly moving down my arms. He looks all over me, as if he's absorbing my every feature, taking all of me in, like I'm a program he wants to download. My cheeks start to heat. "You look good Harry," I shyly confess.

"Not as good as you," he winks. He grabs a hold of my hand and pulls me closer to his body. His hands around my waist, meeting each other on my back.

"I've been missing you," he admits. "This day has just been..." he sighs, unable to finish his sentence. Worry and stress take over his heavenly features.

I look up to his glossy eyes, he's focused on my lips. "Will you tell me about it?" I hope; I place my hands around his neck. He takes this opportunity to bring us closer; his lips barely touching my earlobe.

"This whole day I was thinking about you and every edge of your perfectly filled lips. Having them enveloped around me..." he moans, not to mention completely dodging my question.

The curls of his hair start to tickle my cheeks. His actions and words take my mind and soul to some other realm, a state of beautiful ecstasy. So that's what's going on in that mind of his.

My eyes widen and my legs decide to take a step back when his lips trail down to the base of neck, where he bit down hard on my flesh, but Harry doesn't allow me move an inch; as his grip tightens. He brings his lips to my ear and continues to whisper, "those pretty lips of yours doing work... I can't get the image out of my head."

Gulp.

"I want for me to get you to endure the most pleasurable experience you've ever felt in your life. I want to make you feel like you don't belong, like we're both far away... and you can't do a thing about it." He hums as my eyes flutter, my core starting to throb a bit. "Will you let me take you there?" He asks. His teeth nibbiling on the top of my earlobe.

Unable to speak or move, Harry laughs and puts his hands back on my shoulders, slowly turning me around. It was then were I realized that before this moment, I was unable to see the rest of the room due to the lack of light and Harry's presence, you know made me distracted.

Harry puts his chin on my shoulder, kissing ontop of the fabric of my dress. His hands snaking to hold my waist. My body responds by leaning on his rock solid frame, I'm able to feel the muscle of his pumped chest and the defining lines of his very noticeable six pack. His broad shoulders engulfing me and if someone were to look from behind, it would be as if I wasn't in his arms. His tall and lean body is really a one of a kind and fits well on him.

In order to pay attention to the sight ahead, I have to push back my thoughts of Harry's firm chest. My eyes scan over the room, and once I spot the first rose my eyes widen at the sight in front of me. My hands moving to my mouth, to cover my gasp.

"Is this all for me?" I look over my shoulder to Harry. He smiles and gives me a nod.

In front of me are bouquets of roses, everywhere. All over the table on the floor, on the chairs. There is a very long table, fitting more than ten chairs on opposite sides of the granite, old-fashioned dinning table. Roses covered the legs of each chair and every speck of granite that the table has to offer, roses covered the large rug under the table, the dinning utensils, just everywhere.

Harry slowly lets go of me. I walked over to the table and tried to pick up one bouquet but my eyes fooled me. I thought I would be carrying a bouquet of ten roses and that this huge pile was just separate bouquets but no, it was one big bouquet... A bouquet that held about fifty to hundred roses. I couldn't lift it from the table.

I turn back to see Harry, he stands behind watching me with his hands behind his back, a grin on his pink lips. I walk over to him and give him a tight hug. I kiss all over his face.

"How sweet of you," I smile. I bite my lip and look at the tips of my shoes when harry doesn't say a thing but stares at my lips.

His finger gently lifts my chin up. Slowly, he brings his already parted lips to mine.

Finally.

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