❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧... ❞
theodore nott x fem oc
*very slow burn*
this book is written for, and dedicated to all swifties out there.
rated mature for explicit violence, graphic de...
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OPHELIA KNEW SHE WOULD COME to regret this later; kissing her brother's best friend, but she didn't care. The only thing that mattered at the moment was the feel of his lips on hers.
The moment their lips touched, Ophelia knew she was done for.
She could never get enough.
He tasted of champagne and cigarettes and everything wicked and ungodly that she ever knew to exist. He was blissful paradise in all its eternal glory, and his lips were the gateway to heaven.
Oh, but she was going to Hell.
She was going to Hell for doing this, and she didn't even care.
She had been relentlessly thinking of his lips ever since he had kissed her, even though back then, she despised him.
So when the opportunity came, she took it.
Theo had not expected her to kiss him.
He had just meant to pull her close enough so it looked like they were kissing, but clearly the Gryffindor had other plans.
Not that he was complaining.
She had completely caught him off guard.
But oh did she taste so goddamn sweet.
He had never expected to kiss her again. He had never expected her to kiss him. He had never expected her to bring her hand behind his neck and force his lips on her own.
It didn't look like she was going to pull away any time soon.
Oh, no. She willingly did this. And she hadn't drunk enough champagne to lose her sobriety.
So Theo took advantage of the moment.
He kissed her back.
Groaning softly into her lips, one of his hands drifted down to her waist, pulling her closer to him, whilst the other remained at her jaw, sliding backwards slightly to tangle his fingers through her hair.
Her right hand was at the nape of his neck, fingers tangling themselves through his hair as she pulled him closer, refusing him to pull away. Her other hand drifted down to his waist, where two of her fingers were suddenly hooked around his belt loop, holding him right there, in place.
Theo was entirely under her control. If she would have told him to jump off a cliff, he would have.
And she seemed to be enjoying it.
Was it possible to be kissed by a Goddess?
His mouth ravaged hers like a starving lion, the forbidden thrill of kissing his best friend's little sister pulsing through him like a suicidal thought.
