Villains also get Second chance

3 pov [because I was not able to decide the pov of the kiss, hope this would satisfy the long-awaited readers.]

Her heart was beating fast in her ribcage. 'I have never thought that I would lose my chastity like that. He.. he had seen me without clothes, now I am not a maiden anymore.'

The way he took her in his arms, she could feel the heat his body was emitting, and to say that she was not getting affected would be a lie.

Finally, she left the breath, she did not know she was holding when he gently put her on the bed. But then the man said something that was enough to cease her breath forever.

"Mari, i... I want to kiss you." His voice was like a siren had started singing, luring her toward him.

She just sat there stunned looking at him that she even forgot that she was still only clad in the loose towels and she wanted him to go out and send maids in.

But his confidence was getting drained. 

"Can I, please?" he asked again when she sat there like a mannequin doll, not saying a single word, he even doubted that she was breathing or not.

At last, she shook her head and he closed his eyes. He knew it was going to happen, she would not accept his touch. Yet he would not deny that he felt disappointed. What was he even thinking by asking her?

He nodded and tried to stand back when he felt her hands on his sleeves. His eyes went to her face again, but she was looking down and her face was moving towards him, making him stunned.

Marianne was sure that she did not want to kiss him, not when he had hurt her enough but when her eyes fell on his broken-hearted face, she felt the pain too. And now she knows that there was no one in his life and he... He actually wanted to kiss her! She still remembered the kiss they shared in the forest. Should she say yes! Her thoughts were in a mess but before she could think further she saw him moving and her hands instinctively stopped him, and her eyes closed.

Then she could not believe it but she slowly changed.

She took a deep breath again and stared into his eyes.

Marianne was nervous, so nervous that Cassius could hear her loud, loud heartbeat. Her face was grave and not romantic at all as she frowned from her deep concentration. It would at least be nice if she looked like an assertive girl but her expression was truly out of the norm.

He could not believe that she was so naive that the mention of a kiss could make her so flustered. Since he wanted the kiss, he should be the one to make her relax too.

He sat on the edge of the bed again and his hand started gently stroking the girl's hair and face, down to her neck.

He rubbed her lower lip with his thumb and in the next moment, his face hovered over hers and he covered those soft lips with his own.

The kiss was light and gentle at first and eventually turned ravenous. His hot tongue probed her lips open and surged inside her mouth pushing deeper and entwining their tongues together. She tasted as heavenly as he had thought that she would be. He had dreamt of kissing her like this in the forest that day before the knight came.

His lips were on her with a hunger that he never experienced before. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth, causing Marianne's eyes to open wide. But as his velvety tongue wandered inside her, she eventually closed it again.

This was the first time he kissed her like this. It was hot and wild and she felt like she was losing her mind. She didn't know that a kiss could be this intense and it just felt... so good that she couldn't even describe it. Not long after, she found herself trying to kiss him back, mimicking what his skilful tongue was doing even though she could hardly keep up with him.

He kissed her long and hard - their tongues intertwined and danced with each other and the atmosphere became even more heated.

His kisses became ravenous, causing Marianne to become breathless. She moaned under his lips and Cassius let her go, giving her a moment to breathe before hungrily devouring her lips again, deeply and a little roughly.

As their tongue intertwined, his hands slid down and wandered all over her body and his caress was surprisingly gentle, almost soothing, contrary to his rough kisses.

She had lost her mind long ago and succumbed to the pleasures he was giving her. It was too much for her naive mind to bear. She felt like she was losing herself. Her senses long gone and she did not know any more where they were all she could feel was the gentle stroke of his hand on her collarbone and his coarse tongue that was giving jolts of electricity to her body.

His hands itched to move further, just a bit and that towel would be out from their way then he would be able to touch her mounds that were teasing him in the bath. The moment he imagined that his kiss turned hungrier making her shivered.

She moaned again and this time her moan brought the heat straight into his lower parts. He realised that he was losing it again and if it continued he was sure that he would take her right then and there.

Just the thought of entering in her filled him with pleasure, his hands moved towards her hips, in an attempt to take the towel that was the only buried between him and her. But before he could do that she stopped, she put her hand on his chest and parted her lips. Her face was red and she was breathing hard, it was visible that she had not breathed from the moment they have started kissing