Allright! Let's get to the lemons! :D *smirks* Well, the actual Lemon is in the next three chapters. this is just a push in the right way! ;)
it's the first time for me to write such a thing, so I'm enormously curious about your reactions!
Enjoy!
I froze – something in the back of my mind wanted to stop it. but my heart didn't. everything in me screamed to give in and stop thinking for a while.
I relax myself, letting it happen and trying to kiss him back. I noticed his hand grabbed my hair and I followed by doing the same. I reached upwards, taking a handful of his soft, bronze locks into my tiny hands. His lips caressed mine in the most sensual way, his nose brushing mine.
The last chance. Our last chance.
Our kiss quickly changes from soft and innocent to intense and desperate. When I heard Edward moan against my mouth I lost every single train of thought.
The pain seeped between our lips, during the fervently fight and fear for the loss we were going to face later on.
I would never see him again.
Abruptly, we weren't outside anymore. It was warm, dry and the light was sharp. I let go of Edward's lips and took in my surroundings.
We were in his room.
I looked around, seeing a soft light standing on his bedside table, next to his huge king-sized bed. I didn't knew he had one.
I couldn't stop the blush the warmed my cheeks as I gasped for breath, still dizzy from the kiss we shared. I look him right in the eye, "Why – "
Edward was insatiable. I couldn't even ask him why we were in his room and why he wanted this because his lips already claimed mine again.
I wanted to know why, and if he wouldn't regret the obvious step we were about to take. I didn't get why he never wanted this with Bella – they didn't even kiss this way. Her mind was clear enough about that. Was there a possible chance that he actually wanted me? Was this a test? To make sure if he'd chosen the right sister?
I was getting mad with questioning myself.
When Edward started to raise my wet T-shirt, every rational thought left my overactive mind. His hands were at my face, my neck, my hair, my arms, my back. It was overwhelming.
His icy hands were laying tentatively at my scorching waist. My body was on fire, while we kept kissing, only taking time to breath fewer breaths before claiming each other again.
Edward shoved the material over my bra, revealing the nude colored lace that covered my breasts. He let go of my lips to tug the damp material of my shirt over my head and arms, freeing me.
He started to softly kiss alongside my neck, my collarbones as I gasped the whole time, trying to control myself.
Nervously, not really knowing what to do, I started to open his shirt revealing his muscled chest for me, inch by inch. Edward kept kissing me on several places above my shoulders, as I pushed his shredded shirt down his arms, my fingers trembling. He let the garment fall on the floor, his eyes burning black now.
I felt something tighten in my belly at the way he looked at me, while my face started to get redder than red. I placed my hands on his chest, mesmerized by the temperature and the way he was chiseled. I'd never seen so much beauty in a man – from inside and out.
Edward's hands enclosed my waist again, before meeting my lips with an intensity that made me moan softly.
Our hands were everywhere , touching caressing and exploring. Edward smoothed his hands over my curves making me feel so special. As if I was the only one existing in his world. But he'd said the opposite. I whimpered as the pain once again struck me, pushing my lips even more fervent against his. Hesitating and torturing slow, I felt Edward's hand slide to the clasp of my bra. I gasped against his mouth, never expecting that I wanted him to open it.
Edward stopped kissing me, resting his head against my forehead, asking me for permission with his eyes. I looked back, nodding.
I wanted this.
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