My Charming Earl

A smile spread across his lips. He lowered his head and kissed her softly, running his fingers through her loose curls at her temples.

Sophia's heart swelled at his tenderness, feeling him hold his passion firmly in check.

“Tomorrow?” he whispered against her mouth.

“Tomorrow,” she replied, taking possession of his lips once more.

She was so deeply in love with this man, and knowing that he loved her in return was more than she had ever dreamed about. Christopher’s kind and selfless character were what continued to draw her to him. He lacked the arrogance that came with so many titled men, always gracious and more than generous.

Epilogue

Christopher held his breath as he saw Sophia walk down the aisle towards him, stunned at her beauty. She looked like a floating angel, practically glowing as she walked towards him, a gentle smile on her lips.

Letting it out in a rush, he gazed into her eyes as she took his hand, marveling at how his wife-to-be had managed to fill the empty place in his heart. For so long, he had searched for love, refusing to take a mistress even though his search had lasted for years and his patience had often worn thin. It had been worth it, he thought to himself. She had been worth it.

Christopher smiled into her eyes as he made his vows. In a soft voice, Sophia repeated the same words to Christopher, her breath hitching as he placed a ring on the third finger of her left hand.

She could hardly believe it, seeing it catch the light as it sparkled on her finger.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the vicar intoned. “You may kiss the bride.”

Instead of the customary kiss on the cheek, Christopher wrapped his arms around his new wife and kissed her thoroughly, speaking to her of passion, of desire, and of love.

“I love you, Sophia,” Christopher whispered in her ear.

She turned to him, lifting her hand to his cheek.

“I love you, Christopher,” she replied, a beautiful sheen of tears in her eyes. “And I promise to love you forever.”

The End