After the tragic death of her best friend/unrequited love, Cedric Diggory, Elliana Kingsley, a Muggle-born witch, chose to leave Hogwarts and travel with her parents to the continental US, hoping for a fresh start.
But her world is turned upside wh...
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||Edward's P.O.V.||
When we were safely in her bedroom, having snuck in through the window, of course, I gently set her on the edge of the bed before kneeling on the floor, so I could take off her shoes.
Inhaling a shaky breath, I forced myself to get a handle on my desires and carefully lift her dress just enough to remove her heels.
"You look good on your knees..."
The sound of her voice, soft and sultry, caused my entire body to stiffen. When I fully processed her words, the wave of desire that pierced through me was enough to steal my breath. As I shyly looked up at her from my kneeling position, I had to remind myself that this wasn't Elliana. This was the potion talking.
Despite knowing that, my body responded to her praise, my groin instinctively filling with desire, preparing for my mate.
Shaking my head in a bid to dispel the forbidden thoughts from taking hold, I set her heels to the side and rose to my feet. In an instant, she was on her feet as well, peering up at me from beneath her long lashes. When she placed her hand on my chest, I was almost a goner.
"..You gonna take off my dress too?" She arched a sensual brow, smirking like the devil.
Heat surged through my body at her question, an electrical current jumping from her fingertips as she trailed her hand down my chest.
"Elliana..." My voice came out as a strangled groan as I wrapped my hand around her wrist, stopping her exploration. "..No."
She jutted her lower lip in a pout that would've brought me to my knees if she had been in her right state of mind.
"Oh, come on, Edward..." She trailed off, her smirk growing. "Lighten up."
It was all I could do to stand firm and shake my head, stealing a glance at the clock hanging on the wall. Trevor said the effects would wear off after a few hours. How was I going to keep her occupied for that long?
"Please.. Listen," I whispered, leaning towards her. "You're under the effects of Cupid's Brew. What you're feeling right now isn't real."
She held my gaze, wearing a blank expression. For a moment, I believed I had gotten through to her, but when her lips twisted into a sinister smile, I realized just how mistaken I was.
"I love when you're all serious. It's hot," she giggled, pulling her hand from me and collapsing onto the bed.
Her golden gown seemed to swallow her whole as she laid there, staring up at the ceiling. I released a deep sigh before walking towards her wardrobe, putting my back to her and digging through the drawers, trying to find something appropriate for her to wear.
Her giggles bounced off the walls of her room, and I could hear her sitting up in bed. "Are you looking through my underwear? Naughty, naughty vampire, you.."
