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Chapter 10

Once seated at their table in one of the most fancy restaurants in London Eliza was glowing with happiness, but she also was a little bit nervous and insecure she didn't know how much affection Henry wanted her to show and how much he wanted to show himself.

Henry for his part already was annoyed by all the attention Eliza got from the other men who admired her or were left speechless by her beauty. The women gave her jealous looks and some of them even were mad at her for drawing the attention of their husband, fiancé or lover to her.

When Henry had enough he simply took Eliza's hand, which rested on the table, in his and kissed it.

Eliza was relived that Henry took the 'first step'. She had feared that he would still be his old self that he would be could and distanced.

"Do not be afraid no other man is going to steal me. They are fare to afraid of you." She teased him.

"What the devil is that suppose to mean? You don't want me to hold your hand, good then I at least don't look like a love struck idiot." He replied and immediately let go of her hand, not getting the fact that she was only teasing him.

"Henry I was only teasing you! Please hold my hand in yours again it felt so good and everybody was able to see that we care about each other." She said honestly.

Henry struggled a moment, but then he took her hand and held it in his again.

That action earned him a big happy smile from Eliza, which made it worth looking like an idiot in love.

They had a lovely dinner, Henry explained Eliza what she was eating, because they ate in a French restaurant, which naturally meant that the menu was in French.

When they were done they went to the opera house and Eliza was very excited about the opera. Of course it was in French and after Henry realized that Eliza probably didn't understand a word he translated her the basics. He enjoyed it that Eliza was so fond of the play and he even liked translating everything to her (a thing he had never liked before).

When they returned home again and were seated in the study Henry realized that one of Eliza's gloves was missing.

"Have you lost one glove?" He asked her.

"Yes I just couldn't find it." She admitted.

"Why didn't you say anything? I would have helped you searching for it."

"Well I just didn't want to spent the hole time searching for a stupid glove, it was such a nice play." She responded.

Henry chuckled; it was unbelievable that Eliza was so different from all other women he had met, but somehow more feminine than all of them together.

"So you enjoyed the opera?" He asked hopeful.

"Yes very much although I did not understand every word and thank you very much for translating." She answered with a big smile.

"Well if you like it I will take you to such events now and then." He told her, but felt proud that his fiancée was so interested in these kinds of things.

"Oh thank you Henry." Eliza leaned over and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

"I think we should go to bed now." Henry told her, because he knew that if she sat that near to him a while longer he would not be able to control his actions any longer.

Henry took Eliza by the hand and escorted her to her room, where he gave her a short kiss and wished her a good night.

Henry's bedroom door opened and a slim figure slipped inside the room. The figure went straight towards the bed, slipped inside and lay down on the right side.

The figure moved closer to Henry and began to stroke his cheek.

Henry softly stirred but didn't wake up, so the figure moved even nearer and kissed him.

The kiss made Henry wake up; he sprang out of bed and turned on the light, to see the person who now sat on his bed.

"Eliza what the devil do you think you are doing here?" He asked trying not to sound angry he just was very surprised.

"I was could and I thought you might be cold too, so I thought…" She trailed of.

"So you thought you could crawl into my bed?" He softly asked.

Eliza only nodded slightly feeling ashamed of herself.

"Eliza you can't sleep here, we are not married and this would be totally wrong." He told her and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"But we are to be married or don't you desire me?" She asked afraid of the answer.

"God no! I desire you, you can't even imagine how much, but it would not be proper." Henry tried to explain her.

Eliza didn't respond she only moved closer again and kissed him. First it was a gentle kiss and Henry thought it was some kind of good night kiss before she left, but then she moved her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Henry tried to pull away, because his mind told him it was wrong, but his body had a different opinion and his body won.

Henry let one hand rest on her hip and the other moved up and down her back, while Eliza's hands played with the buttons of his pyjama. Henry broke the kiss and began to kiss her jaw downwards and caressed her neck with his lips.

Eliza had already opened all the buttons of his pyjama top and let her hands now wander over his bare upper body, while he still caressed her neck and started to open the buttons of her nightgown. When Henrys hands than finally touched her bare back Eliza couldn't hold back and pushed him backwards so that he lay flat on his back. She moved over him to kiss him and that made her nightgown slip of her shoulders and revealed the beginning of her breast. Henry couldn't take his eyes of her and was very surprised by the confidence she had, he had guessed that she would be shy, but apparently he had been wrong.

Eliza who moved her hips against his wanting him, but she didn't know what to do. Henry must have realized that or felt the same, turned them over so that he lay on top and slowly moved her nightgown down her arms and upper body. Henry tried to kiss every inch of her gorgeous body but wasn't patient enough and neither was Eliza, whose hands gripped the sheets cause she couldn't stand this unbelievable sensation anymore and she also couldn't understand how Henry had the nerve to worship her while he desired her so much that Eliza could clearly feel it.

When Eliza couldn't suppress her moans any more she moaned that loud that probably every other person in the house heard her, but truth to be told neither of them cared.

When Eliza finally was totally naked Henry couldn't help but just admire her for a moment. Henry had been with other women before Eliza but none of them looked nearly as perfect as Eliza. He pushed of his pants and lay down between her legs.

He loving stroke her cheek, "Are you sure you want this? We still can stop." He told her not wanting to push her too far.

All Eliza could do was nod.

Henry kissed her and slowly entered her. The feeling of him made Eliza cry out.

Henry suddenly woke up. None of his dreams about Eliza (since he knew her he dreamed about her) had ever been so real. He swept the sweat of his forehead. He couldn't believe it how much he desired his fiancée, if she naked only looked half as good as in his dreams he would be very grateful. Henry shook his head turned around and fell asleep again.

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