A/N: You get two chapters today since I missed one yesterday. Some deep reveals after this chapter, I'll post it right after!

~Damaged people are dangerous, they know how to make hell feel like home~

I wake up to the sensation of pleasure coming from between my legs. I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming at first. Oh wow, that feels so fucking good.

I'm disorientated, between sleep and consciousness, there's no image in my head of what's happening – which is weird if this is a dream, but I'm fully aware of the sensation my body and nerve endings are feeling. Tension building in my body, my clit and pussy being stimulated.

Ugh, I don't want to wake up from this dream. My senses become clearer and I get ready to groan at my dream ending; Instead I groan for a different reason, the sensation doesn't stop, it actually becomes more pronounced and intense.

My eyes are still closed but the wet sounds and feeling of a tongue slipping in between and parting my folds is definitely real. I feel a warm, wet tongue fluttering around my clit.

My mind is blank and I try to remember where I am before opening my eyes. It takes a second, but all the memories of the night before flashing before my eyes.

I open my eyes, squinting them against the sunlight. I look down and see Edward's face buried in my pussy and tongue deep inside of me.

I moan and pull on his hair, grinding my hips against his face. He moans into my pussy.

He's worshipping my pussy with his mouth. It feels so good, especially because of how sore I am from the night before, his tongue soothing my swollen pussy.

He reaches down between his body and the mattress and strokes his cock, his body obscuring my view since he's lying on his stomach. He grinds his cock into the mattress while pushing his tongue into me. I wish I could see how hard and swollen he is right now – just from eating my pussy.

He licks and flicks at my clit faster, pushing me over the edge, my hips jerking – driving me insane.

""Yeah… just like that, don't stop!" I scream out as my body crashes, my pussy clenching around his tongue as he plunges it deep inside of me to lap up my juices as I come on his tongue – my pussy overly sensitive.

He rises up to me and I see his beautiful sleepy face glistening in my juices. "Hmm, your pussy is the sweetest thing I've ever tasted," he moans against my lips, kissing me, letting me taste myself on his lips.

We lay there, buried under the feather filled comforter that feels like heaven, cuddling with each other. The softness feels soothing against my skin and Edward's tongue helped soothe my sore pussy. He caresses my back and we just talk, lost in our own little world. I never wanna leave this bed.

I remember us fucking a couple more times last night once we got back to the hotel; once in the shower to clean up and then we dirtied ourselves all over again in the bed. I check the time on the digital clock on the bedside table; we've been sleeping for 12 hours. I'm not surprised since we were highly intoxicated, as well as the amount of times we fucked last night.

Now that the high of the orgasm is wearing off, I'm starting to feel all the after effects of the night before. My muscles ache from Edward fucking me against the brick wall. I have a slight headache but I don't feel how I usually would after a night of partying. I look to the side table and see a bottle of painkillers and water, I guess Edward must've had me take them throughout the night just incase – it definitely helped. I love how he can be so dirty yet so caring at the same time.