A/N: Huge thanks to Pearlyfox for this chapter. It wouldn't be what it is without her, as well as cullenlvr83 :)

Sorry for the delay. I'll try to post some extra chaps to make up for it!

~I won't allow myself to love you gently. You deserve nothing less than my wild~

I straddle Edward on the couch, sweeping my tongue in his mouth, caressing it, tracing the inside of his mouth, savoring his taste. I pull back and he looks all disheveled. I ravished him completely, his lips swollen and puffy, hooded eyes blazing with desire and longing.

Considering he's mauling me on the couch, I can tell that he hasn't completely let go of his inhibitions yet. He's still lost in his train of thought, other things occupying his mind. I can see the battle going on in his head, wanting me as much as I need him, but feeling guilty to fuck me so quickly after the deepest talk we've had. Maybe there's more he needs to say? More he needs to get off his chest?

I know I should let him say what he needs to say, but he can tell me after. We've said enough for now, and I can't continue sitting here, watching him and not touching him. I need him. Now.

In one swift motion, I rip my shirt off of me — his shirt, exposing my bare tits. I cup them in my hands, tweaking my nipples, teasing myself as I stare down at him with my pouty lips and doe eyes. He can't take his eyes off my chest, his eyes blazing with desire as he licks his lips. I knew this would work.

He's completely distracted now, and the lust takes over his mind completely, unleashing the animal within. The beast that desperately wants out, that wants to devour me. I crave it. I can see the internal battle within him disintegrate as he gave in to his desires.

He growls and wraps his arms around me, pulling me forward as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, the steel on his tongue swirling around it and biting—cool metal on heated skin.

I gasp out at the pain, but at the same time, it feels so fucking good and makes my pussy throb.

I need him inside me. Fuck foreplay. I've been without this for too long. I need his cock. I need to be consumed by him.

Edward whines in protest as I pull away from his mouth. I grab the hem of his shirt and tug it off of him. I wriggle in his lap and move off him to strip him of his jeans and boxers, exposing his thick, hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight of him as I sit back, both of us naked except for my tiny thong. Even though it leaves very little to the imagination, it's too much — one layer too many.

That changes quickly because within seconds, Edward snaps the waistband of my thong against my skin a few times, making me groan at the impact before ripping the flimsy material off me. It leaves a sting and red marks behind on my skin.

I stroke his thick length in between my legs and position him at my entrance. He feels so hard, so heavy, and unbelievable that I sink down on his cock in one quick movement, air rushing from my lungs as I grow accustomed to this girth. Neither of us breaks eye contact as he slides so deep inside of me, I ground my pelvis against his. It's delicious. It always is, but being apart from each other for so long only makes it better.

Edward's dick was so deep, filling every inch of me. Being without him made me feel so empty, so meaningless. No matter how much he surrounded me, it felt like it was never enough. His cock makes me feel so full and complete; he fits perfectly inside me like he was made for me.

I gasp as Edward's cock drags, thrusts, and keeps hitting that spot. The one no one else ever has found before. He makes me whimper, begging for more. His hips move painfully slowly, pure fucking torture. I bent down to suck on his neck, leaving a mark, bruising his soft, pale skin.

He's mine. Mine, mine, mine.

Edward clamps his strong arms tight around my waist, guiding me up and down his cock as he thrusts up, pumping his hips at a faster pace, his desperation coming out. I fucking love him like this, only focused on our pleasure and passion. His cock grows harder inside of me, buried so deep, my arousal coating his cock. I'm so wet it's the only sound in the room apart from our bodies slamming together.

We're not kissing at this moment, but as I bring my head back down, his lips brush against mine every time I sink down on his cock. Edward licks his lip, his tongue grazing mine at the same time. I groan at the sensation and suck, swirling the tip of my tongue around his piercing. His lip glistens with his spit, making me suck his lip into my mouth, moaning at his taste. I'll never get enough of him. Our kiss is nothing like what our bodies are doing. It's so sweet and passionate, dripping feelings as he groans into my mouth.

I feel myself get lost in pleasure, one hand around his neck as I brace myself with the other on his chest. My fingers trail up, clutching his hair, pulling at the root until I hear him groan. Edward moves closer to the edge of the couch; the angle changes, and he speeds up the pace. The muscles in his strong, firm thighs flex against the back of mine as he thrusts up even harder, one hand on my hip as he's losing control. I'm crying out, moaning wildly, and my eyes roll back as he groans. Edward's voice is so husky, turns me on even more.

There is an intensity that I've never felt before. It vibrates through me, electrifying my body, lighting my soul on fire. The feeling spreads, settles between my thighs; pure and utter desire that manifests, urges me higher — my muscles tight and pussy fluttering around his cock. I feel light-headed, like I can't breathe. This is the best feeling in the world. I could happily die like this; Edward's body pressed against me, lips teasing, heartbeat pounding, cock so deep it makes my brain fuzzy.

He cradles my face in one of his palms, his thumb tracing my bottom lip, before leaning down and caresses my lips with his, so softly. "Fuck, how did I go so long without this—without you," he pants against my lips with every thrust, heavy emotion lacing his voice.

It's only been a week that we haven't been with each other, but I know exactly what he means — it felt like forever, and I wouldn't survive it, if it happens again.

"I know. Never—again," I whimper.

We both thought there was a chance that we would never have this again — be able to feel each other, taste each other, feel the connection I've only ever felt with him. The thought is so unbearable that we are clinging onto one another as if one of us will disappear — savoring every inch and moment. My eyes sting at the emotion and intensity, at the thought of truly losing him.

Edward looks magnificent, lips parted, his eyes heavy-lidded as our gazes were locked. My forehead is pressed against his as I breathe against his lips, breathing him in. I can't get enough, can't get close enough. He's staring into my eyes and mumbling words so quietly against my lips I can't even make out half of them; white muffled noise blocks my ears. It's like we're transported into another world, consumed with each other, lost in each other, everything else around us a blur in this little bubble. It's as if he worships me, fingers digging into my hips as if he's afraid I'll vanish. I get it, I feel the same.

I feel myself topple over the edge, coming so hard I see stars and fucking fireworks, stilling on his cock. I'm afraid my legs will give out, but Edward's got me. He holds me up like I weigh nothing, grunting heavily as I pant through my orgasm. "Yes, baby, come inside me."

"I fucking love this," he breathes. "I fucking missed you so much, don't ever leave me again, please," he practically begs.

I could never.

I can almost feel his dick twitch inside me as he spills into me, cum coating my walls. I lean against his chest, not having any strength to support my weight as I try to catch my breath; his hands soothe me from my high by caressing my back. The sweat of our bodies sticking together.

I'm his, and only his—and he's mine. I want to stay here forever.