Edward
The way her back arched yearning for the touch of his hand was pure poetry. The carnality of her sigh fed his lust, his worshipping hands unable to refrain from cupping her breast. Closing his eyes he was lost in sensation while she observed him, basking in the glow of satisfied female vanity. Pushing the flimsy fabric of her nightie aside, he touched her nipple with the tip of his tongue while holding her gaze, the brilliancy of her smile more of a reward than her pebbled flesh. Threading her fingers through his hair, she brought him closer, enticingly inviting him to take her deeper inside his mouth. Answering her plea, he wrapped his lips around her chest, sucking until both of them were panting in unspent desire.
Instead of surrendering to his baser needs, he sought her mouth, kissing her deeply while tenderly freeing her of clothes. Soon his lips found their way to her neck, sucking the skin as if to mark her, the tips of his fingers eliciting goosebumps while they traced a linear pattern up and down her arms. Sliding between her breasts, his tongue carefully avoided the hard tips, preferring to concentrate its efforts on her navel, circling round and round, before finding its path to more delicious places. Using the pads of his fingers to open her lower lips, he smelled her, obviously proud of the effect his touch had on his beloved. Craving the taste of her femininity, he teasingly collected her wetness while caressing the hidden recesses of her sex. Latching to her clit, he used his fingers to penetrate her, the gripping walls fighting the invasion as much as they were enjoying it.
She was a mess of unbridled hunger, writhing and begging, thrusting her hips towards him, begging to be taken, to be fully penetrated. Tempted beyond endurance, he crumbled. Pushing her legs apart, he entered her slowly as he whispered delightful naughty words in her ear. Her flushed face betrayed all the lust coursing through her veins, turning the otherwise unassuming woman into a siren bent on luring her man to the sweetest of sins. Their joining became more passionate, the flames of sensuality simmering between their sweaty bodies, an artful sculpture of the torturous urgency of physical love. Wildly seeking satisfaction they seemed bent on consuming each other until there was only one where used to be two. When fulfillment came, they were thrown into a dazzling spiral of pleasure, crying incomprehensible prayers, the intensity of the moment fogging the windows with the testament of their connection.
From the outside Edward watched, venom blurring his vision while his hand held his engorged flesh. Troubled and disgusted by the dissent between body and soul, he was a prisoner of his baser instincts. At the same time his mind was assaulted by all the lewd scenarios that might have happened had he not spared her from the iniquity of his touch. More than that, his heart was filled with the hurtful notion that maybe she would have accepted him had he been more mindful of her needs. As the lovers found completion, rapture engulfed Edward as well. However, unlike them, he could not smile, instead he sobbed in misery, the combination of two opposite emotions too intense and devastating for Edward to control his reaction.
Crushed by betrayal, Edward had to conquer the impulse to burst into the room and break the lovers apart. Years stood between the day she had abandoned him and the moment he invaded her privacy, but the heart cannot be told how to feel. Clinging to the last shred of sanity he still possessed, Edward left.
Humiliated.
Bitter.
That was the second time Bella broke Edward's heart, but it wouldn't be last.