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Chapter 37

BPOV

Both of us remained silent as we made our way upstairs. I think we were both just playing over recent events and the possibilities of what could have happened. I was so grateful that none of us had been hurt, but how long would it stay that way? Sooner and later someone was going to get hurt. It was only a matter of time. I prayed that someone wasn't Edward. I wasn't sure what I would do without him. For a while now he had been the glue that had been holding me together. Sure, he pissed me off a lot of the time and drove me crazy, but I had come to realize it was one of the things I liked about him. He didn't treat me like some delicate flower. He didn't care about upsetting me and saying no. He wasn't willing to hand everything to me on a silver platter, which was something I had become accustomed to in my former life. He challenged me and made life interesting. He made my life interesting.

When we entered our bedroom, the air seemed to change. It became electrified all of a sudden, like both our worries and fears were out there in the open for the other to see. Edward turned to face me as I closed the door. His eyes were hooded, yet they held this fierce, intense gaze. "Isabella, I need you. I want you." His words went straight to my core, making my legs quake. I loved hearing, knowing, that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I let out an involuntarily groan as he stalked towards me.

"Take me," I moaned, gripping onto his shirt and pulling him closer. I was his for the taking.

"You don't understand," he said, cupping my face and staring deep into my eyes. "I can't promise to be gentle."

"I don't want you to be gentle," I said, my own words taking me by surprise. I wanted him to claim me. I wanted him to make me his, but most of all, I wanted him to fuck me so hard that I forgot all about the threat of danger and the long line of people who wanted me dead. I just wanted to live for the moment, for him.

Edward gripped my hair and pulled my face to his. His lips attacked mine with such ferocity that I knew they were going to be sore in the morning, but for now I didn't care. I kissed him back equally as hard, wanting to prove to him that I was up for the challenge. He grabbed my right leg and hooked it around his waist, before grasping the other. I wrapped them both around him tightly as he pushed me against the door, almost knocking the wind out of me. He wasn't lying when he said he couldn't promise to be gentle. Not that I was complaining. All my friends had bragged about their sex lives and how great it was. I thought it was about time I experienced some of that. Our first time had been good, but I knew he had been holding back, trying his best to be gentle with me. I wanted to see the darker side of him now. I wanted to see the ruthless man I knew he could be, the badboy. I wanted him to just let everything go and fuck me.

He wasted no time in removing my clothes, well, the ones he could remove anyway. My t-shirt was the first to go, quickly followed by my bra. "You have such beautiful boobs, Isabella" he said, as he began kneading them, his thumbs grazing over my nipples. "I could spend all day playing with them." I groaned, bucking towards him. It caused such a wonderful friction. So much so that I couldn't help but do it again and again, helping to work myself into a frenzy.

I helped discard his suit jacket, followed by his tie and shirt, but it wasn't enough. Although I enjoyed the feel of his flesh, his perfectly chiseled chest beneath my hands, I needed more. "Edward, let's move to the bed, please," I moaned. I wanted to get him naked. I wanted to get us both naked so there were no more barriers between us.

Edward shook his head. "I want to fuck you here. I want the entire house to hear me fuck you. Hard." I knew his words should have shocked me, that they should have made me demand he take me to the bed, but I didn't. Part of me thought if his mother and father heard us fucking, then it was what they deserved. It was what they wanted after all. Okay, so maybe that was the wine talking and I hadn't fully thought it through, but at that moment Edward sunk his teeth into my neck and I forgot all about where we should and shouldn't fuck. All I was interested in was getting him inside of me, and soon.

I didn't even complain when he grabbed my leggings and ripped them right down the seam. I actually agreed with him that they had been in the way. My panties quickly followed the same fate. When he slid his fingers inside me I felt like I had just been granted access to heaven, and I never wanted to leave. I could have come right then and there, but he removed his hand as if reading my mind. "When you come, baby, I want to be inside you. I want to feel every clench, every quiver as I look into your eyes, knowing I am the one who caused you to fall apart." I stared at him, at a loss for words.

I wasn't sure how, but somehow in our entangled position, he had managed to unbuckle his pants and free his cock. He ran the head up and down my entrance a few times, coating it, before he thrust deep inside me. I called out in surprise as he slammed me against the door. "I told you I couldn't promise to be gentle," he grunted.

"I'm not complaining," I groaned, gripping onto his arms as he pounded the hell out of me.

It wasn't long until I felt my first orgasm take hold. It came right from the tip of my toes and traveled all the way up my body, making me shake. He made me come another two times after that. He had fucked me so hard, he had me mumbling incoherently. It wasn't until I started to come down from my high that I realized what I was saying. I was mumbling the words, 'I love you. I love you' over and over again, like some sort of chant. My face flushed as I looked down at the floor. I couldn't believe I had said that shit.

Edward lowered my legs to the floor, which didn't quite feel like my own. He used his hips to pin me into place as his hands cupped my face and forced me to look up at him. "Don't be embarrassed," he said, grazing his thumb over my swollen lips. "I… I love you, too." I could tell that the words were a struggle for him to say and I wasn't even sure if he even meant them or if he was trying to save me from embarrassment, but all the same I leaned my head into his chest and closed my eyes. I would take them. I would accept them as the truth. He loved me, and I loved him.