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"Bella?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you have any plans for New Years?"

"Don't know yet. Why?"

"Well," Edward says, running his fingers along my hair, "Remember my friend, Emmett?"

"Mmmhmmm," I hum, leaning my head against his touch.

"He's throwing a party at his downtown condo. I was wondering if you'd like to come with me."

I think about this for a minute.

"Could my friends come too? Or do you not trust a bunch of minors enough to be around alcohol?" I snicker.

"Well…" he says, his voice wandering off before continuing, "If they consume any at all, I'd like for them to spend the night. I'll just run it by Emmett first."

"Okay. If it's fine with him, I'll most definitely go."

"Alright."

Emmett gives the okay, and we all attend the party.

I drink. I drink and drink.

Edward drinks, too. Tons.

We're both completely, undeniably shitfaced.

I'm horny as hell, he's horny as hell, which leads us to absolute trouble.

"Bella," Edward moans, cornering me against a wall and thrusting onto the thin fabric of my dress, making me fully aware of his hardness, "You look so fucking good."

"You do, too," I say hoarsely.

He lowers his head down towards mine and devours my mouth.

"Ungh," he groans, "You taste better than alcohol."

His words cause a soft moan to escape my lips.

"Come here."

He pulls me in to an unoccupied bedroom and locks the door.

Despite his drunken state, he places me on to the bed in a gentle manner, no longer acting animalistic.

I grab a hold of his shirt and pull him up to me, our eyes inches apart.

"Come on, Edward," I plead.

He knows what I'm talking about. He trails kisses over the fabric of my dress, descending lower and lower down my body…

"I can't wait anymore. I have taste you. I've been craving it so badly…"

"Then taste it."

He drags my thong down my legs, and then stuffs it in to his pocket.

And then…his tongue meets the part that aches for him most.

The tip of his tongue barely grazes my clit, driving me insane, making me squirm.

This new feeling…sensation…is too much take.

But I need more.

"Have you ever touched yourself, Isabella?"

Isabella. Fuck.

"No."

"Nothing's ever…been inside you?"

He dips his tongue inside my entrance, causing me to gasp loudly.

"No," my legs shake.

And then, too soon for my liking, he pulls it out.

"Hmmm…I'll have to do something about that."

And he does.


In case you're wondering, I have not forgotten about the Prologue…