His expression changed then, just for a second, but it was animalistic, feral, hungry. I should have been scared, but I wasn't. I was just fucking turned on.

He leaned back from me, just a little, and placed a hand on the middle of my back. Then he pushed, very gently.

"Lean over," he said, his eyes wide and dark. "Hands on the counter."

I put my hands on the cool marble of the vanity counter, and pushed my ass back against him. I wanted to feel him next to me, his skin on mine, pushing and pulling, around me and inside me.

He ran his hands up the skin of my back to my shoulders, pulling all of my hair together, out of my face, and to one side. He held my jaw in his palm, his thumb stroking across my bottom lip.

"I want to see your face when I fuck you," he said simply.

I closed my eyes briefly and moaned again.

He pulled his hands back across my skin, over my back, until his hands and eyes were resting on my ass.

"Spread your legs, baby," he urged softly. I took a step outward with each foot. "A little more," he said, and I complied.

"Goddamn," he whispered, his eyes scouring over my body, offered up before him. "You look so fucking hot, right now. I wish I had a picture of you, just like this." He rubbed his hands over my skin, squeezing and pulling at the cheeks of my ass. Then he met my eyes again in the mirror.

"Tell me again, Bella," he demanded. "Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me, Edward," I begged hoarsely. "Please. Now. I can't wait any longer. I need you. Fuck me hard."

He murmured something softly, but I couldn't tell what he said. I think it was a curse. Then I felt him, the head of his cock, pressing against me, pushing, slowly, inside me.

I closed my eyes to feel.

"Open your eyes, Bella," he said loudly, suddenly. "Watch."

So I did.

He gripped my hips and pulled me towards him until he was fully seated inside me. Then he started to move. Really move.

"Fuck, you feel good," he said. "Yes."

Pounding hard, fast. Pulling on my hips, fingertips squeezing so tightly that I knew I would have bruises in the morning, but I didn't care. I wanted them. I wanted to see the evidence of him on my body.

"Oh God, Edward," I groaned. "Harder baby. Fuck me harder," I begged.

He didn't say a word in response, but he immediately gave me what I asked for. His hands held me tighter, pulling me and pushing me violently against his body, impaling me repeatedly with his hard, hot cock. And fuck, did it feel amazing. I dropped my head down and closed my eyes, concentrating on the way he was making me feel.

He slid one hand up my back, across my shoulder, grabbing a handful of hair, and he pulled back. Hard, but not too hard. Just hard enough to hurt, to get my attention.

"Fucking watch, Bella," he ordered. I watched him, us, as he fucked me. His hand left my hair and moved to the front of my body, between my legs, and he started to rub my clit furiously. He wanted me to come, and he wanted it now.

I moaned, long and loud, words escaping me. I wanted to close my eyes, to concentrate, but his eyes were locked to mine, and his words were echoing in my ears. I gave him what he wanted, easily, and I came hard, grunting and moaning, and exhausted. I dropped my eyes briefly, but then forced my eyes back to his face in the mirror, his jaw clenched tight as he approached his release, and then his eyes met mine as he started to come.

"Bella?"

The voice of my father pulled me from my memory of that night and back into the dingy interrogation anteroom.

"Bella? Honey?"

I was standing, somehow. Standing at the interrogation mirror, my hands on the glass, my eyes locked on Edward's. He was looking at me, somehow. I knew that was impossible, that he couldn't see me, but it felt like he could, and I was lost.

Fuck.

I looked down and took a deep breath.

Then, I looked back at Charlie and smiled.

I love that so many of you are loving this story, and not just the smutty parts - you seem to like the plot too, which is AWESOME. However, the closer we get to the end, the more nervous I get about the "big reveal." I just hope you all like it and aren't disappointed. :)

Sorry for the melancholy. RL has dealt me a life-changing (but GOOD) week, and my attention has been drawn elsewhere. And then this morning, I got a not-so-nice review, but it was anonymous, so I couldn't even respond. Frustrating. I welcome all input, good or bad, but please give me your name so I can address your issues.

The plot finale arc starts now.

All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. :)