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Grabbing her hips, he slammed into her tightness with all the force of a boar in rut. Deaf to anything but the pounding of his heart, Edward lost himself in the pleasure of consuming the flesh of the woman he loved. The clenching of her inner muscles indicated the enjoyment she derived of their frenetic coupling. Satisfied with her response, Edward worked their bodies into a crescendo until the point of no return. Breathless, he tenderly took her into his arms. It was such a relief to finally possess her in the way he had always longed to.
But the illusion couldn't last forever; soon he felt her too rough hands caressing his face, her too loud voice saying vulgar words. Opening his eyes, he stared at the face of the wrong woman. Tanya smiled lazily, trying to get back into his arms. Pushing her away, Edward got dressed and left the too oppressive atmosphere of his apartment. He needed to clear his head of thoughts of her, purge his skin from the memories of her touch, rid his heart of his feelings for her.
He resented her, hated her, wanted her, despised her, loved her... Bella was everything and she was lost to him.