Possession
"Edward,"
My gasp floated to the gauzy netting of the canopy above. I stared at it blindly, the delicate threads replaced by a dozen brilliant colors that existed solely in my mind. My fingernails skated across the pristine skin of his back, a perfect ice surface. They clenched and tightened against the granite each time my body stole breath from the night air. I knew that his flawless body stayed unmarred by my touch, unlike the marks I could feel forming over what felt like every inch of my skin. It made me smile, even though it would likely trigger his remorseful, taciturn side. For now, I was marked as his. I was his forever. And that was enough.
I traced my initials in scrawling loops across his back, over the hard ridged muscles of his abdomen, pretending that my etches were permanent. I wanted to brand him as mine, the way his arctic lips conquered and claimed me for their own. My head rolled of its own accord as new sensation shot through me like a meteor. Somehow, my eyes sought out his face, unlike anything I'd ever seen in my immeasurable time with him. He was radiant, he was wild, he was reckless. Far from terrifying me as he'd feared he would, this new Edward filled me with wants and needs that I'd never known I had, or could ever have. He made me brave enough to want to be reckless, too. To just give myself over to the greater force and let it guide me, forgetting my worries and insecurities for the night.
Sound ripped from his chest, a sound that fell somewhere between a growl and a moan but was unlike either, and I moved my hands from his back to his chest, one resting atop the vibration while the other traveled to his face. We made eye contact as my hand caressed the square lines of his jaw. His eyes had never been so bright, so terrible and lovely. Honey-fire, they mesmerized me and threw away all other thoughts and awarenesses as they drew me onto them, and them alone.
I fell from them as his breathing hitched, shuddering against me as pleasure rippled down his spine. I gripped the muscles of his arms so tightly that I thought the bones in my hand would surely shatter, but they didn't. They held me to the earth while I fell toward the sky, toward some abyss that would be the end and the beginning of me. I collapsed against him, feeling his arms wrap around me, compacting me, crushing me – and it wasn't close enough.
I looked up at him, feeling suddenly shy through my excitement. The burning gold was indescribable. I only knew that it was inspired by the same awe that coursed through me. He brought his lips to my forehead reverently, and I reveled in the kiss, so much gentler but with no less of the power of those that had preceded it. I threw him a tired, triumphant smile as he continued to move over my skin, possessing it. Though I couldn't mark him as mine, I knew it in every cell, in every fiber of my being that ran in ribbons of spark to my core.
Edward Cullen was mine, and mine forever. And that was enough.