When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 46
“Just me… I’ll like you more.”
As I murmured to myself like a fool, the sudden realization of the hardness in Edgar’s expression filled me with instant regret. I should have kept quiet. It was ridiculous to have forced myself to speak and to receive such a response.
Overwhelmed by extreme emotions, I foolishly allowed tears to gather in my eyes over such a trivial matter. How foolish must I look crying over this?
As I was berating myself, Edgar spoke sharply.
“Damn it.”
It was jarring to hear such a coarse word from him, who was always composed. Before I could react, he kissed me roughly.
“Ah… Stop. Wait…!”
Through my dizzying vision, I saw his face twisted with desire like a flame.
Edgar, his breaths ragged as if he might stop breathing, ravaged my mouth and licked up every trace of saliva, resembling a beast devoid of self-awareness. He bit my cheek and seemed to want to devour my flushed neck entirely.
I looked up at him in shock.
“Ed… Edgar. Uh!”
Who is this? This predator eyeing me with a look I’ve never seen before.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss your entire body. To mark you and claim you like a beast.”
Kiss after kiss, his eyes burned with excitement as he continued to press his lips to my skin.
“I wanted to imprint you as mine.”
His greedy voice was unlike the man I knew. Edgar’s expressions of emotion, amplified since taking the potion, always surprised me.
My robe lay discarded on the floor, and as his vein-bulging hands moved, more of my clothes piled up shapelessly over it. All that was left were tiny pieces of fabric and a cloth covering my chest, which were soon stripped away without a chance to even shiver from the cold air.
“Did you enjoy the kiss?”
As he hooked his finger in my panties and slowly pulled them down, he chuckled while watching the sticky fluid stretch from the fabric.
Is that really from me? Unsure of what to say, I clamped my mouth shut, and then he leaned over to cover me.
“Finally.”
Edgar gasped heavily. His voice was uncharacteristically husky.
“By this, I am now yours, Chloe.”
The room was dark, the only light coming from the dim glow of festival lanterns outside the window. But my eyes had adjusted enough to see Edgar clearly gazing down at me.
His body, though not excessively bulky, was finely sculpted as if carved by an artisan—broad shoulders, a taut waist, and sinewy limbs all testifying to his masculine allure.
My gaze, almost mesmerized, naturally drifted toward his rigid arousal that stood tall to his abdomen and was already dripping. It was grotesquely large as long as a forearm, veins snaking across its length—an ever-ghastly sight no matter how often I saw it.
The elegant blonde hair and jewel-like eyes. It did little to harmonize with his harsh lower body features. As my lust cooled slightly at the sight, I attempted to withdraw.
“Where are you going?”
Edgar’s smiling softly face came closer suddenly. His grip on my hips pulled me tight against him.
Before I could gather my thoughts, his firm thighs spread mine in one swift motion, flipping me onto my back to face the ceiling.
I was adjusting to the sudden change.
“Ah!”
A searing pain split through me as if my scalp were being torn apart into two.
It was a new, raw pain I have never felt in my life.
Perhaps it was from the shock of the man who had always been tender with me now causing me pain, or perhaps from the brutal intrusion that split me open.
I found myself gasping for air, unable to breathe properly.
