That night Hermione tucked herself to bed stark naked with a dream of intense molten charcoal gaze and burning cold flesh against her smoldering hot skin. It was a bizarre euphoric experience to say the least. And Hermione all but reveled to the undulating pleasure of it.
Though as she lay down on her bed subconsciously moaning and grunting his name she wasn't aware of that pair of darkening topaz golden eyes that watched her with such predatory intensity unlike any.
After coaxing Bella to sleep Edward couldn't still brush away the vivid image of a certain curly haired someone from his mind. She's petite, no more like his pixie-like sister per se, but she possessed a well proportioned body with perfectly sculpted assets in all the right places that any man would wish to conquer badly. Edward included.
She has a fair smooth porcelain complexion sans for the few dotted freckles on her nose that danced like little starry constellations. She has a pair of bright dark honey orbs that seems to have been experienced each and every wonders of the world.
Others might considered it dull and boring but there's just something in them that easily sparks the indignant curiosity of Edward. He just hasn't seen those kind of eyes especially being possess by a person at such young age in all his centuries of existence.
She also held herself with high confidence and grace, but unlike Rosalie, she doesn't do it haughtily– no, she's definitely not a snobbish prideful beauty but more so of a refreshing one with graceful dignity.
Over in all, Edward Cullen just seems to completely irrevocably drawn to the enigma of Hermione Granger.
He felt this strange pull of something that draws him towards her. A lot. His rational brain told him that this case might just be a high leveled kind of physical attraction to another person of mutual specie that's perfectly justifiable according to human physiology. But a certain side of him told him otherwise.
Whereas Edward's primal instincts screams him to claim and possess her body there's also the major part of him that strangely felt overly protective and sensitively aware of her whole being.
Having her near him but not completely claiming her felt like an excruciating torture for him. And though he exactly knew that she's just probably a wall distance away from him Edward could still feel the primal need to be closer to her. All the time. So imagine him being with Bella for almost six hours even though completely aware that she's just somewhere outside the vicinity, near him.
Edward is having a mental fight that he clearly knew was a losing battle for him.
So when he noticed the evened breathing of his girlfriend, with the help of his vampiric ability, Edward soundlessly treads towards the room opposite from where he just went. The faint glow of the moonlight illuminating his pale alabaster figure. The determined tick of his jaw resounding the silent place.
Edward, for the second time that day, again smelled the sweet sweet arousal that he's completely familiar with permitting the crisp air. Only this time it was more intense that he could feel his venom leaking from his mouth. He fought the urge to bolt inside the room using his vampire speed and to hell and done with it all.
Instead he unlocked the door with his upmost patience comparable of a saint and silently crept inside. His long determined strides slowly inching the four-poster canopy wherein the alluringly tempting sleeping figure of one Hermione Granger lays.
"Edward."
When Edward heard the breathy moan and her sexy pants he nearly lost his mind, growling, he could already feel the painfully growing tent on his pants hardened even more that the tail of his eyes reddened with extreme restraint. Still in a daze, Edward moves his face closer to hers taking in all her sexy sweaty appearance in mind. He moved his right hand to remove the golden brown locks that's currently obscuring half of her appealing heart shaped face.
He trailed his long pale fingers to her unsurprisingly soft and smooth warm cheeks, to her crimson cupid bow shaped lips. Edward wondered if they would taste just as sweet as he imagined. He continued trailing his fingers down her chin, to her neck, down to her chest. Accidentally removing the quilt on his way. Edward stifled a gasp, taking a deep unnecessary breath to control his labored breathing.
The cheeky little vixen didn't even wore any clothes while sleeping! God, this temptress of a woman would surely be the death of him!
Edward is his near breaking point right now as his completely darkened eyes roamed towards the two voluptuous mounds on her chest with two cherries on top of them.
Feeling curious – and completely aroused – his shaking hands made its way to pinch the tip of the nipple. Immediately it hardened like a pert peeble under his supple ministrations. He heard her breath hitched and he felt his mouth dried. He controlled himself yet again, swallowing the lump on his throat with upmost difficulty.
Another soft moan and Edward thought, to hell with it all!
In an instant he was already hovering above her. He crashed his cold lips to her warm luscious crimson ones, gently licking them at first as if slowly savouring a divine meal before sucking both the upper and lower lip with urgent need. Still unsatisfied with this, he opened her mouth and proceeded to explore every nook and valley of her mouth.
The person below him let out a pleasured mewl before instinctually wrapping her tongue to his. Edward sucked more enthusiastically.
His hands didn't went idle either for his left hand buried to her silky smooth voluminous golden brown waves while the other started wandering down to her breast, kneading gently. His lips immediately blocked the sound of her loud moan that partook upon the contact of his cold palms touching her hypersensitive flesh.
Edward's pleased to know that he could still elicit such reaction from the still unconscious woman below him.
God, she's perfect. Beautiful and perfect. Mine. Mine. She's mine.
He didn't even realize his thoughts right now for he is currently lost amidst the mind boggling ecstasy he's feeling at the moment.
He noticed her rapid hitching breathes and instantly unlatches his lips from hers, leaving a silvery thread between them. He then proceeded to continue gently nimbling, sucking, biting, and licking her neck careful not to leave any suspicious traces of marking along the way.
Not yet anyways.
Hermione in her dream is currently enjoying the feeling of those cold lips attached to her breasts. She let out a moan of exclamation. The immense pleasurable tingling sensation instantly shooting down her spine sending goosebumps to her body. She grabbed his tousled bronze hair and proceeded to arch her back to offer herself more to him while her other hand tightly clutches the quilt.
"E-Edward... Hgnn!.. mmnn..." She moaned.
"Hermione... Hermione.. You're mine. Mine. Mine..."
"Oh, yes...yesss, Edward. I'm yours... Yoursss... I'm... I'm c-coming.. Hgn... Ugh! Edward!!"
With one last hard fierce thrust from him Hermione reached the peak of her most intense orgasm. Edward, who's in reality still currently playing with her mounds noticed her body convulsing underneath him and after some time, a gush of warm sticky juice rushes out her valley. The sweet scent invaded his nose and he growled.
Feeling curious and extremely pleased with his self, Edward proceeded to lick the luscious but slightly salty juices, accidentally touching her small bundle of nerves on the process. Hermione's body spasmed once more, shuddering violently and with another moan rode her second climax.
Edward with a quick jerk of his hands also came undone.
It took him another minute to stable himself from the onslaught of pleasure. After that, he gave her one last swift kiss on her forehead before rushing out the window and disappearing into the basking moonlit sky in the blink of an eye.
He really really need to get away from this place as soon as possible... And he'll just dose himself in a very very very cold shower afterwards.
The next morning when Hermione opened her eyes she felt more than saw the itchy and uncomfortable sticky wetness in her womanhood travelling through her inner thighs.
Remembering the events that occured to her mind last night Hermione covered her whole burning face, feeling mortified. Did... Did she just actually have a... a spring dream? Merlin's saggy balls! She haven't had one of them since years and that's definitely saying something!
Oh good Godric, am I literally becoming more and more of a sodding hormonal teenager? Bloody smoldering hell!
About time. Hermione really really felt like in need of a good shag. To top with that Hermione also has a hunch in her heart that only a certain someone could satisfy all of her needs, as crazy as it sounds. Not to mention having no idea why so. She shrugged. Maybe she just knew? Instincts perhaps?
Bloody hell why does it sound like a bat-shit half-cocked rubbish?
Furthermore, why does she felt that she's currently missing something big here?