Well, here it was. The end of a very interesting and, admittedly, arousing few minutes where he had kissed Miss Katherine Rochester ten times. It was certainly going to be hard to forget, but forget he must if he was to return to his usual routine of being the infamous womanising Lord. He had just begun to get used to the new smells of her hair, the feel of her lips, the way she steeled herself, however slightly, before kissing him again. If he had known how nice it was going to be he would have asked for several more.
Eward decided he was going to try and wrangle this for all its worth. His hands slid up and down her back and he refused to stop kissing her, bringing her body flush against his so she could feel every contour of his frame. As he brushed the fingers of one hand through her hair the other remained on her back and only when he thought he had received the best of the kiss did he even consider loosening his hold. Winding down from the intensity Eward peeled himself back until finally their lips were free, heavy breaths sounding in their place.