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So it's been a very long time, and I am so sorry about that. I have been struggling to write more than a sentence for the last 5 months. Just yesterday the desire to write struck me and this is the result. I'm hoping my word draught is over and the next chapter won't be that long in coming. Thanks for your patience and understanding. Enjoy...
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Chapter 33
Edward-
I devoured her supple lips, my tongue sinking deep to taste her honeyed depths, swirling around hers. I sucked it hard enough to make her whimper. Burying my fist in her hair, I held her tightly to me, her bare skin burning against mine, feeding the urgency that consumed me. Bella clawed at the black tank I'd donned after my shower, seeking the feel of my fevered flesh.
Growling with impatience, I untangled my fingers from her hair, and hurriedly ripped the garment over my head, cursing when my lips momentarily left hers to toss it aside. As soon as the shirt fell from my fingertips, I reached for her. "Come back here, baby, I'm far from done."
Her bra was shredded, hanging limply from her arms. A nervous smile played across her lips, and her arms inched across her chest to cover her naked breasts. Seeing her dusky nipples harden under my gaze, I caught her hands, and held her arms wide, leaving her on full display. My nostrils flared when her scent teased my senses. "Don't ever cover up from me, princess. I don't think I will ever get enough of looking at you."
Her pale skin pebbled as she shivered, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. I closed my eyes for a momentary reprieve. An urgency I'd never experienced pulsed through my veins, threatening to undo all the work of gaining Bella's trust. I wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in my arms, deposit her on my bed, and drive so deep inside of her, I never found my way out. I visibly shook with the force needed to restrain my hunger. Taking a deep breath searching for calm, I opened my eyes and focused on the woman before me.
I noticed the glint in her eyes. Lust and fear mingled there in those shiny orbs, reminding me I had to be cautious. With a curious gaze, she traced my pecs, sliding down to my abs, her pupils blown wide with a heat I never expected to find there. No way would I risk ruining her newfound libido with reckless actions.
Grinding my teeth, I forced the raging inferno into a simmer to keep from exploding, and with a last look, I urged her to follow me to my room. Once inside, I led her to the chair next to my bed.
If I wanted this to work and not scare the shit out of her, I had to find a way to leash the animal within me. Rearranging my cock so I wouldn't annihilate her fragile trust, I dropped into the chair. Pulling her to me, I grinned up at her as her knees bumped into mine.
I let my greed show in the way I studied her body, resting on her nipples before returning to her eyes. Watching her intently for any signs of discomfort, I asked, "Are you okay, princess? I didn't mean to attack you, you just kinda blew my mind."
Her chin lifted in a curt nod. Gnawing her bottom lip, she released a shaky breath. "I-I just … I'm not sure what I should do."
"Are you scared of me?" I looked for any sign that would let me into her head space. Courageously, she lifted her chin, her shoulders straightening, and while I knew she wanted to cover herself, she bravely faced me.
My chest swelled when she shook her head, yet I didn't miss the tremble in her fingertips. "Princess, come down here," I stated, urging her to sit on my lap. Adjusting her weight on my thighs, I let my knuckles drift across her cheek, loving the flutter of her lashes, telling me she was very much affected by my touch. Studying her closely, I let my knuckles feather down her soft skin to the thundering pulse in her neck. Feeling the rapid thump of her heart, my blood leapt with the desire to consume every inch of her. "Baby, I want to feel every inch of you." Her heartbeat jumped beneath where my fingers rested. "I want to taste every part of you." My eyebrow lifted, urging her to understand what I meant. My meaning must've been clear because the vibration in her vein stuttered. Just to be sure, I met and held her gaze. "Do you understand, Bella?"
She rested her hand on my pec, her eyes dropping to follow the movement of her fingers as she explored my chest. Her fingertip grazed my nipple causing the bead to pebble. My cock throbbed with appreciation. Finally, after a long quiet moment, she gave a jerky nod. "Y-yeah. Y-yes."
Curling my hand behind her neck, I pulled her to me, ravishing her mouth. The familiar pull of mindless lust threatened to overtake my rational mind. Nipping hungrily at her bottom lip, I eased back. I released my hold on her, my hands dropping to the armrest. Gripping it tightly to keep from reaching for her, I set my jaw with determination. "I need you to guide me here, baby. As much as I want you, I won't cross any lines you don't want to be crossed and I don't think I have the control to stop myself."
Her hot breath puffed against my lips. Her eyes drifted closed as if she could hide her fear. "I don't want you babying me, Edward. I-I want to experience this like any other woman. I j-just … I-I've never done this before. I don't know what to do."
My knuckles turned white as I held onto the armrests. If I touched her, I couldn't be responsible for my actions. Taking a fortifying breath, I stared at her lips. "You do whatever you want to, princess. I will follow your lead."
I wanted to rip her panties off and discover all the secrets beneath. There was no missing the smell of her arousal. Her scent spoke to every craving I had, whittling at my bones and threatening to carve me up for the weak man she made me. This woman had the power to wreck me, and like a fool, I splayed my arms wide, willing her to take whatever she wanted.
Bella's perfectly arched eyebrows lifted, her gaze raking me from the top of my head to where she rested on my lap. Her lips swollen from my earlier pillaging lifted at the corner with a hesitant smile. "Anything?"
Unable to resist the twinkle sparking in her eye, I wound a lock of her hair around my finger, tugging gently. "Anything, baby. Anything goes as long as it brings you pleasure."
"Well, for starters," she began, leaning forward to graze her lips across mine, "I want you to treat me like any other woman … I don't want you tiptoeing around what you like because you're worried you will scare me. I-I want to get past what happened and focus on the future. I can't do that if you keep coddling me."
She finished her little speech with a heated kiss. It took me several minutes to process everything she said. Every cell in my body demanded I stop stalling and claim this remarkable woman as my own. There were a few problems with her statement, however. There was no way in hell I could treat Bella like any other woman. The truth of the matter was, I didn't give a shit about any other woman. I couldn't lump her into that type of category because in such a short time she'd come to mean a helluva lot to me. And just because she didn't want me to treat her like a precious vase that could shatter with a single touch, didn't mean she was ready for the onslaught that was me either.
Tucking a long wave of burgundy behind her ear, I nuzzled my nose along her jaw. "Can't treat you like hamburger, baby, when you're a t-bone." Raking my teeth over her soft skin, I noticed her chest vibrating as she laughed. Licking my way to her ear, I whispered hoarsely, "What's so funny, princess?"
"Is that what you were talking about at dinner?" She shivered as I caressed her waist with feathered fingertips. Exploring the ridges of her ribs, I wandered closer to her perky breast.
Sucking the lobe of her ear into my mouth, I sunk my teeth into the plump flesh, letting my thumb glide under the swell of her breast. "I think my analogy is fitting, don't you? I can't gobble you up like a Big Mac when I wanna savor you like a New York Strip, princess."
Bella pushed her chest against my hand, offering the beaded tip, willing me to sample the delicacy. When I merely grazed the swell with another slow, lingering touch, she groaned, "For a man who seems to be starving, you sure are taking your time, husband."
Okay, okay, so my leash was so taut it was close to snapping, and you know what, I didn't give a shit. If at whatever point I scared her, I would have to backtrack and make it up for it later. Growling, "Fuck it," I claimed her lips, and my tongue dove deep. Nipping sharply at her lips, I sucked her tongue. "Just know, you're not a fucking Big Mac, you are a fucking steak. But I've been waiting too fucking long, princess."
Her nails bit into my chest, scraping a path across my pecs, as she hiccuped with short gasps. The little mews of pleasure escaping her lips spoke volumes. Hungrily, I licked and sucked down the slope of her neck, intent on making a meal of her perky buds begging for my attention. She chuckled with another shiver. "I don't care what meat you liken me to as long as you keep doing that."
Undeterred by her statement, I continued my trek, finally latching onto her nipple. With a nudge against her hip, I helped her straddle my thighs. I groaned loudly as her heat settled over my cock. The damp cloth of her panties seeped through my basketball shorts, and I ground against her center, letting her feel my length.
I expected her to freeze up, or try to put some space between us. She did neither of those things. Instead, she circled her hips as if seeking more contact, her lips traveling from my temple to my ear. "God that feels so good." She pressed a kiss to my neck, wiggling against me. "I-I want you to touch me there."
I flattened my tongue against her protruding tip before sucking it hard. As soon as her words penetrated the fog of lust clouding my brain, I placed my hands on her thighs. I waited for several beats for her to tense beneath my touch and when she seemed relaxed, I let my fingers wander higher. Hoping to keep her distracted, I released her breast, taking her mouth in a ravenous kiss, my tongue winding around hers. "Fuck, princess, you drive me in-fucking-sane. Shit."
"Touch me, Edward."
She barely flinched as I explored the creamy flesh of her legs. When my fingertips came to rest at the edge of her panties every muscle in her body stiffened, and her lips stilled on mine. I pulled back several inches, studying her. Her eyes were closed tightly and her brow furrowed with worry and edged with fear. "Open your eyes, princess. Look at me."
Her throat moved with a tight swallow. Bit by bit her brow relaxed, and the tension around her eyes softened. "That's it, baby. Come back to me. Watch me and stay with me."
Ever so slowly, her eyes opened, revealing molten torment. I knew she wanted to lose herself in the moment with me, but some residual effects from her past kept her tethered there. Nervously, she licked her lips, turning the pink into a glistening temptation of magenta. A whimper erupted from her throat, and she gave a stiff nod. "I'm with you."
Holding her gaze, my thumb slid over the silken fabric of her panties. My balls tightened when I felt the wetness spreading through the material. The animal beneath my skin begged to be released, yet I kept it corralled. "It's just me, princess. Just me. I wouldn't let anyone else touch you fucking ever." Letting my thumb rest against her pulsing clit, my eyes narrowed on hers, "Say my name, baby. Who's touching you?"
I had to keep her focused on me. I needed her to watch me touch her so she didn't get lost in her trauma. Honestly, I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. I had never been in this situation before. I had no previous experience dealing with a person who'd been abused. My patience, while tested, was far from maxed out where Bella was concerned. It might kill me a hundred times over, but if she wanted me to stop right at this point, I would. I would work up to claiming her as long as she would be mine in the end. Luckily, I was saved from having to make the decision to pause things here by the gentle rise of her hips.
"You are," she whispered, her warmth drenching my thumb.
"Who am I, princess?" To reward her response to my attention, I applied a little bit more pressure.
"Edward," she hissed, her nails biting into my shoulders. A sigh whispered across her lips as she stared back at me. "More."
"More, what, princess?" Her hips rocked forward, urging my thumb harder against her. I met her lustful gaze. "What do you want, baby?"
Unable to resist, I cupped her pussy. The tips of my fingers rested where her entrance lay, while my palm ground against her clit. Bella shuddered, her spine melting until she barely managed to stay upright. With a feather-light touch, I teased her wet heat, the gush of fluid the only answer I needed as I kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her lips, my chest rumbling with a growl. "Tell me what you want. I want to hear the words."
Her breath tickled across my lips, and her entire body trembled, her hips swaying against my hand. "I want you to touch me, Edward."
My nostrils flared, smelling the want lingering in the air. My eyes threatened to roll into the back of my head. With slow deliberation, I pulled the seam of her panties aside. When her body involuntarily chased my touch, I let my fingers slide over her wet core. My cock pulsed hard. Everything in me screamed to pull myself from my shorts, buck into her slit, and feel her walls close around me, milking every drop of lust from my balls. Pushing the desire aside, I positioned my finger at her opening. I waited, applying a slight pressure to show her my intent.
Kissing along her collarbone, I rubbed her entrance, wading through the heady sensation of her coating my fingertips. I whispered, "I"m right where you want me, baby. If you want me to claim your pussy all you have to do is grind down."
Perspiration covered her breasts, creating a shine that was too much to ignore. Greedily, I licked her nipples until she was writhing atop me. The finger resting against her entrance slid slowly inside with each wiggle. Her wet heat clamped around my digit, sucking hard to draw me deeper, making me grunt with impatience. When my fingers remained still, Bella's head tipped, pressing against me. "I-I …" She started, breaking off to draw a quick breath, shuddering when my free hand gripped her ass. "I want more. I-I want you to move your fingers inside me."
"Your wish, baby," I explained, thrusting my finger deeper, stretching her tight core, "is my command."
Bella cried out, her lips parting with short gasps of breath, her hips moving of their own accord. Her walls closed around my finger, arousal dripping down my hand encouraging me to grind my palm against her clit. She yanked my head away from her tit, her mouth crashing against mine as her tongue dove inside. "That's … ah … right …" With each broken statement, she rocked, her channel pulsing as she sought her release.
"Right there, huh, princess?" Nibbling her lips, I added another finger, curling them to press into the soft pillow in her core. Plunging them deep, I rolled her clit, hissing when her nails bit into my neck. "That's it, baby, fuck my fingers."
"Oh, my God," she groaned, "you have such a filthy mouth. You've never talked to me like this before."
I chuckled even though my cock cursed my fingers. "That's because my fingers were never buried in your sweet pussy before." Thrusting my hips, I let her feel my cock. "For the record, you're killing me slowly."
She seemed to take extreme pleasure in my current situation. Her head tipped and the musical sound of her laughter filled the room before she leveled me with a heated look. She pushed her pussy further down onto my fingers. "If you'd stop pussyfooting around …"
"Pussyfooting?" I asked, noting the challenge in her eyes. "You want me to stop pussyfooting?"
When the corners of her mouth lifted in a genuine smile, I withdrew my fingers and encircled her waist, my eyebrow lifting in question. "You want me to toss you on the bed and fuck you into the mattress?"
Color rose high on her cheekbones, painting them a pretty pink as she dipped her head in what appeared to be agreement. Her confirmation was barely audible. Yes slipping off her lips, her eyelids hooded.
She never looked so beautiful as she did at that moment. Her emerald gaze was dewy with unconcealed lust and her lips parted on a soft pant. Burgundy locks cascaded over one shoulder and down her back. Her dark hair is the perfect contrast against her milky skin. I wanted to fist those thick tresses and bite the nape of her neck as I drove into her tight body while she was bent over my bed. Her nipples were as ripe as berries, puckered and pouting, begging for my tongue.
The breath stalled in my lungs and my heart picked up rhythm. My skin prickled with anticipation, muscles coiled tight and ready. Every fiber of my being demanded I stop wasting precious time, and make her mine. My fingertips dug into her waist and I'm sure there would be imprints later. Marking this moment. Marking this woman. Marking her as my wife.
Cradling her to my chest, I rose from the chair and headed toward the bed. Her arms looped around my neck, playing with the hairs on my nape. I kissed her long and deep before breaking away, I repeated myself. "You want me to toss you on the bed and fuck you into the mattress, princess?"
"Yes," she mumbled, teasing my lips with her tongue.
"Whatever you want, princess," I growled, dropping her on the bed. She bounced before settling on the comforter. Easily, I came down over the top of her, using my knees to spread her legs. Creating space for my hips, I dipped forward, thrusting my cock against her center. When her body arched in answer to my primitive movements, I kissed her hard, my tongue demanding entrance. Biting her lip, I pulled away, grinning at the woman beneath me. "My baby likes it rough. I can definitely get on board with that."
Her fingers coasted through my hair, tangling in the short strands in her fist. "Whatever gave you the impression I would like it gentle? I'm a hood girl, Mr. Cullen."
Sucking a purple marking on her throat, I kneaded one breast before continuing a path down her soft stomach until I came to the waistband of her panties. My fingertips sunk beneath the elastic, caressing her warm skin. I left a wet trail, dragging open-mouth kisses down toward her waist, intent on tasting every part of her. Easing the silk down her legs, I glanced up at Bella, saying, "Remember if you find anything uncomfortable or too fast, let me know."
Her hips jerked as my tongue licked into her navel. "I'm good, Edward. J-just keep doing that."
"This?" I asked, pressing a kiss to the spot above the elastic of her panties.
"Yes," her voice gravelly with arousal.
Pulling the garment down an inch, I sampled every newly exposed area. "This?"
Her hips bucked in response. "Yes."
Encouraged by the way she melted into the mattress, I grew bolder, dragging her panties further down until she was completely naked beneath me. Dropping kisses along the seam of her leg, I bit the fleshy part of her thigh. Licking the imprint my teeth left, I inhaled her scent. A zing of excitement shot down my spine, the fever in my blood increasing rapidly. Skimming her clit with my fingertips, I groaned when her hips jerked, bringing her pussy closer to my mouth. Without giving her a chance to squirm away, I parted her lower lips, opening her up to my seeking tongue.
As soon as I flicked her clit with the pointed tip, she cried out, her thighs clamping around my head. Inspired by the whimpers slipping from her lips, I lapped at her core, savoring every drop of her essence. She started to move beneath me, mindlessly searching for her release, and I dipped my tongue inside. "Fuck. That's it, baby."
When her inner walls started to convulse around my tongue, I reluctantly pulled away. I'd never claimed a woman's virginity before, but it seemed best when she was at the height of her arousal. Energized by her mewls, I shoved my shorts down, my cock saluting my beautiful wife as I worked my way back up her body. While her tongue wound around mine in a heated kiss, I positioned my dick at her entrance.
Slowly, my hips moved forward, pressing the throbbing tip into her. Her nails bit into my shoulders with each thrust, her leg instinctively hooking on my hip, her foot digging into my thigh as she pulled me closer. Biting her lip, I groaned as her channel stretched around my cock, squeezing all rational thought straight out of my brain.
I fought desperately to read the cues radiating from her in case she was scared, but like a trooper, she remained steady and brave. When she gripped my ass and scratched like a wildcat, my own inner beast came alive. Holding her steady, I pressed deeper, sweat trickling down my back as I resisted the urge to rip through her pussy without giving her enough time to adjust to my size. Kissing a path to her ear, I whispered, "You feel so fucking good, baby. Your body was made for mine."
"More," she whispered, backing up enough to stare into my eyes, she pushed her pelvis against mine. "It's okay, Edward. I can handle it. I want you so fucking bad."
I held her gaze, bracing my arms on the pillowing, levering my weight off her, at the same time, pushing my hips forward until I felt the membrane of her virginity. Capturing her lips in a kiss meant to tell her she was mine, I withdrew before surging forward. She whimpered, her hands fisting against my shoulders, inhaling deeply as I broke through the thin skin. "There you go, princess. You're all mine. All of you is mine and I'm not letting you go."
I pulled her head back with her hair wound around my hand until she returned my steady gaze. "You understand that, right? You're mine, Bella. I won't let you go."
"I'm not letting you go either," she rasped. "Never."
I rocked into her pussy, my mind going blank when I sank balls deep. "Holy shit." Propping my forehead against hers, everything I was feeling poured out. "You're so fucking wet. Tight. God, I think you were made for me."
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