She had quite forgotten about Klaus. From now on, Elijah thought to himself, she will only remember my name.
Elijah gazed at the sleeping Emily, her curls cascading over her pillow, her skin as pale as winter snow, and her lips resembling delicate rose petals.
She looked so enticing.
Elijah couldn't help but lean down, pressing his lips to her soft neck, and the sweetness of her distinctive peach scent ignited his flesh with desire.
How he longed to possess her now, but he couldn't.
He knew that whatever he did to Emily in her current state, she wouldn't resist, but what was the difference between that and rape?
What he truly desired was for Emily to respond passionately to him when he touched her. He wanted Emily to be deeply in love with him. He wanted her heart to belong to him forever.