He could hear her talking, asking what it was he wanted her to stop but every time a syllable left her lips, he could feel her breath caress at his ears. He could feel her body moving. He could sense the pain she was clearly feeling, the desperation to keep her secret – that she wanted it to stop – but that meant nothing. It meant nothing against whatever tricks her half-breed powers were playing on him.
“Forget it,” He said as he pulled out his wand and aimed it at the door, casting the unlocking charm and stepping outside. His face was bright red; there were beads of sweat forming over his skin, his clothing was damp to the touch. He didn’t know what to do – he only knew what she was willing him to do and it would have been so easy to just do it. To just allow every carnal desire within his body to flood from him at once, taking over his very essence. But he couldn’t.
He didn’t want to take her, this vulnerable woman with beautiful hazel eyes. He didn’t want to feel her teeth – her nails – scratching, tugging, pulling against his skin. He wanted it but he didn’t.
If he did anything, that was it. He couldn’t. He couldn’t do that to Emmeline. And he supposed that was what gave him the strength so far to not act on his urges. Granted, he believed were she a full Veela, that would have been it. But her powers weren’t as potent – she was only a half-breed. It was hard, but not impossible. And it was a miracle how much willpower one could summon when the stakes were high.
“I’ll see you downstairs, and we will talk,” Charles swallowed before adjusting himself once again and heading back downstairs – this time, he didn’t apparate. He wasn’t in a fit state to. Instead, he walked back to the front-of-house and stared at the staff who were still there – waiting. He grabbed the bottle and took a hefty swig out of it.
He also knew that the staff here probably didn’t know her little secret. It was in her court how she played the next move.
What the fuck kind of night had this turned out to be?
“Forget it,” He said as he pulled out his wand and aimed it at the door, casting the unlocking charm and stepping outside. His face was bright red; there were beads of sweat forming over his skin, his clothing was damp to the touch. He didn’t know what to do – he only knew what she was willing him to do and it would have been so easy to just do it. To just allow every carnal desire within his body to flood from him at once, taking over his very essence. But he couldn’t.
He didn’t want to take her, this vulnerable woman with beautiful hazel eyes. He didn’t want to feel her teeth – her nails – scratching, tugging, pulling against his skin. He wanted it but he didn’t.
If he did anything, that was it. He couldn’t. He couldn’t do that to Emmeline. And he supposed that was what gave him the strength so far to not act on his urges. Granted, he believed were she a full Veela, that would have been it. But her powers weren’t as potent – she was only a half-breed. It was hard, but not impossible. And it was a miracle how much willpower one could summon when the stakes were high.
“I’ll see you downstairs, and we will talk,” Charles swallowed before adjusting himself once again and heading back downstairs – this time, he didn’t apparate. He wasn’t in a fit state to. Instead, he walked back to the front-of-house and stared at the staff who were still there – waiting. He grabbed the bottle and took a hefty swig out of it.
He also knew that the staff here probably didn’t know her little secret. It was in her court how she played the next move.
What the fuck kind of night had this turned out to be?