He wrapped his arm around my chest, bring me back against him.

"Vous vous sentez si bien, mon ange," he sighed, his soft words a contradiction to his powerful thrusts.

"Please…let me turn around," I begged, needing to see his face, to taste his lips.

"Isn't it better this way? You don't have to see me this way?" he breathed, stopping his furious movements.

"I love to look at you. I love the way your eyes watch me, the way your lips part, the way your hair falls across your forehead. Please Edward, let me love you," I whispered brokenly.

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