Charles lips were surprisingly soft against yours, his big, gentle hands holding your cheeks like you were made of porcelain. A few loose strands of his dark locks fell over his face, but he was too infatuated with you to care.

He moved away from your lips, showering your cheeks in kisses. Charles didn't hurry; you two had all night. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his low voice sending shivers down your spine.

Charles caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, his forehead resting against yours.