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This story kinda has a life of its own, and I'm just the person pushing the keys. I'm glad to see for the most part people are enjoying it. As I expected there are a few who don't like the direction it has gone. I'm sorry about that.

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Bella-

I was burning. I was burning from head to toe. My skin was on fire, and there was no explanation for it.

When I laid down, I felt a weight drop around my waist, not exactly holding me down, but holding me close. While I wanted to burrow into the heat bursting, consuming every inch of my body, I pushed upright on the bed, looking frantically around.

My voice sounded shaky to my own ears as I spoke. "I know you're here. I just don't understand what is happening."

My eyes grew wide, yet my lashes fluttered with sensation as I felt the glide of something on my belly. The muscles in my stomach trembled when I felt something draw an E on my skin.

Breathless, shock, horror, excitement took turns coursing through me.

I glanced around the room, but I was very much alone. But I wasn't.

I could feel him. I could smell him. The shirt covering my belly moved with every caress.

I had to be hallucinating. Surely I was on the brink of madness. Even while this had to be the case, I was mesmerized by the sensations curling throughout my body.

I should leap from my bed and hurtle myself right out of this apartment. I should be looking for a damn doctor. That's how far gone I was.

I didn't. I didn't do any of the million things I should've done in this position. Instead, I lay back against the pillows, and I gasped as something brushed over my lips.

With each sweep, with each kiss, I opened, accepting, loving whatever the hell was going on.

E.

He'd written E.

E was for Edward.

For whatever reason, I couldn't see him, but I sure as hell could feel every touch, every kiss, his knee wedging between mine, and creating room for his hips.

Fire. A fire ignited in my veins and all I could do was arch closer, whimper for more.

In a daze, I watched him draw my shirt up over my head, felt the press of his fingers on my breasts, the hot suction of his mouth on my nipples, the sharp sting of his teeth, the grinding of his thigh into my pelvis, his fingers digging into my hips.

I felt it all. The weirdest thing is, I believe he would've stopped had I bothered to protest, yet I didn't.

Feverishly, I latched onto his shoulders. I couldn't see his skin, but I could feel the smooth muscle beneath my fingertips. His tongue plundered my mouth like a Viking seizing a town, and all I did was surrender.

My blankets flipped back, and my sweats and panties soon followed, leaving me lying bare like a sacrifice on my sheets.

If he was a ghost, phantom, stalker, I didn't know, and as the wicked sin took me captive, I didn't care.

His fingers kneaded my ass, spreading me wider as his tongue explored every inch he could reach.

I bowed off the bed. I floated into whatever fucking universe had its grip on me, when he entered my body. As I closed my eyes, I heard his roar of pleasure, I saw his clenched jaw and his eyes boring into mine.

Perspiration dotted my skin, my flesh completely soaked as the blaze burned hotter with every thrust. I knew if he were here if I could see him, really see him, blood would be dripping from my nails.

I clawed. I bit. I held onto everything I could reach. My legs wound around his waist, my hands locked in his hair, and with reckless abandon, I fucked him back.

His eyes smoldered down at me, his lip curling on a growl as he slammed into me over and over.

My bed shook. The headboard smacked the wall with a steady thump. The scent of arousal drifted to my nose, and I gave myself over to pleasure rocking my soul.

His fingers rolled on my clit, and his hips thrust so hard, I felt him in my womb. As if right on cue the vibration started in my belly, shooting to my clit as he rode me harder, faster, deeper.

This time when I came, I didn't bother to muffle the sound. I screamed. I screamed my release and later, perhaps I would worry about my neighbors hearing the rapture swallowing me whole.

Edward's body stiffened over mine, and the hot splash of cum coated my womb.

I still didn't let him go. I held him tight. My hands fisted in his hair, and my legs tangled with his.

His weight fell against me, pinning me to the mattress, and I could feel the hair on his chest grazing my nipples, the hard press of his hips on my thighs, his ragged breath scorching my ear.

His fingers curled with mine, and I heard him whisper, "Close your eyes and come with me."

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