Chapter 33

Having Edward's tongue on me was mind-blowing.

Not just his skill as he licked me in my most very private of places, but the idea that he wanted to do that to me. Begged me to let him. Held my arms down at my sides until I opened up for him, wide and ready.

Once his lips were on me fully, he let me go and I clutched the pillows above my head, moaning and gasping and trying to buck my hips as his arms circled my thighs, capturing me and holding me down.

The sounds he was making were enough to make me scream his name out loud. Hungry, animalistic, ravenous sounds that made my skin melt and my insides turn to jelly.

When he looked at me with devious eyes, tongue still on my clit, I grabbed that hair I always coveted and relished the feel of it within my fingers as I pulled him towards me. He slithered up my body like a snake and when his tongue sank inside my mouth, so did his cock.

Hard and huge, fast and deep, filling me completely.

He said my name when he came a second time that night. No 'honey' or 'baby' or even the lord's name in vain. Mine.

"More," I said as he breathed furiously in my ear, heart thumping against my chest as he lay on me, spent. My thighs clutched him to keep him there, trapped against me.

"I've unleashed a monster." He laughed and shook his head against my neck.

"You complaining?" My teeth found his earlobe and bit. Made him cry out a little.

In retaliation, he moved swiftly and clamped down on my nipple. The pain was so good, the pain of teeth against a much-licked and fondled breast. "Not one bit. This deaf old man needs time."

I was surprised he'd said it, joked and made light of it. Maybe that's how he was trying to cope. It wasn't something I was going to take part in, however. Part of me was still waiting for the dragon to show up and ruin our three-day-sex-bubble. My hand reached down for his cock, still semi-hard despite his claims, and still half in me. "I'll give you a half hour. That's it."

"Deal." He finally moved out of me and laid on his back, lit a cigarette. The smoke wafted over me and I inhaled the smell of smoke and sex.

Leaning up on one elbow, I watched him as he took a drag, then released it, over and over again. There was nothing this man could do that wasn't the sexiest fucking thing in the world. As he was resting his hand on his chest, I took the cigarette from his fingers and brought it to my mouth. He watched with one eyebrow quirked as I took a small puff. I didn't inhale, just blew it out. It burned my eyes.

"Weekend of firsts for you, huh?" He took it back from me and sucked on it. Blew the smoke in my face.

Waving it away, I nodded. "All the firsts." He looked at me as he rubbed his chest with his thumb. A slow smile spread across his face.

"You said it, not me." He got up and I watched his naked ass as he walked out of the room. I'd have to remember to inspect the many tattoos that weaved across his back up close later. Lick each one.

Maybe I was becoming a monster. An Edward-created hedonist.

Turning on the bathroom light, I looked in the mirror at a girl I didn't recognize. I'd matured three years at least. My body felt curvier, my skin looked brighter, my hair seemed to have grown inches.

I was Edward-infused. Bitten, eaten, owned.

In a mere day, he'd become my best reason to be walking the earth.

When I returned to the bed, Edward was sprawled out, unashamed of his nakedness. I stood at the end of the bed and made no move to hide the fact I was inspecting him. Every inch.

Memorizing him. Painting him and searing him in my brain.

I crawled up his body, skimming my breasts against him as my mouth tasted a few tattoos on the way up. The smoke that burned on one calf. The little weird alien that sat in the middle of his thigh. I avoided the most beautiful part of him, to let him rest but hopefully more to drive him crazy. He watched me with hooded eyes through my journey until I reached his mouth and kissed him lazily. Our mouths moved together as I hovered over him. There were no hands reaching or grabbing. No fingers playing. Just our mouths joining in content rhythm.

We were dozing, Edward's arm wrapped around my back as I lay on top of him. The sudden knock against a window startled me.

"Who is that?" I hissed, scrambling to think about who it might be. Carlisle? My PARENTS?

"Relax," Edward said as he got up and wrapped a shirt around his waist. "I'm expecting him."

"Him who?" I asked, no less nervous in the slightest. I grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to my neck.

Edward leaned down and kissed me. "I've got a surprise for you, baby baby baby." My stomach twisted at how he made those once cringe-worthy words the biggest compliment.

He walked down the bus and opened the door. Greeted someone with a 'hey man' and a wrapping of biceps around backs. I grabbed his t-shirt and some underwear as the guy followed Edward through the bus back to our room. All the while in that shirt wrapped around his waist like he gave no fucks. Even that, was sexy.

"Bella, meet Frank."

"Hi," I said, mind moving a mile a minute. I might've been up for a weekend of firsts, but a threesome with another guy was not one of them. For Edward, though, I'd probably consider it.

"This okay?" Frank pointed to the desktop next to the bed and placed a large black case on it when Edward said sure. He opened the case and inside were bottles of ink and a very real tattoo gun.

Edward smiled at me. "Pulled in a favor. Wanted a new tattoo and found a guy that made house calls for the very, very rich and famous, which I am."

Edward sat on the bed and smiled at me. "And you, if you want to."

"Really?" I cried, excited.

"You wanna go first?"

I shook my head. "No, I wanna watch first."

Edward and Frank discussed what he wanted, finalized details, made changes as Frank sketched. He pulled up the ottoman in the corner, set up his equipment, and showed us his safety precautions. Edward turned his body so his left forearm was stretched out on a padded board Frank had laid on the side table.

The buzz of the gun was electrifying as black ink started to dot Edwards skin. I leaned against his back to watch, my chin propped on his shoulder. I stayed there for an hour as Frank wiped ink away, sat back, inspected, resumed. Soon I saw the shape of a man, his face contorted in pain while blood dripped down the side of his neck. I kissed Edward's shoulder, the significance of what it meant silent between us.

When he was done, Edward stood to look in the full length mirror on the closet. Moving his red arm back and forth, he nodded his head and kept his lips in a straight, tight line. I thought it was strange he wanted to brand himself with something so painful in his life, and wondered what other secrets his tattoos held.

"You ready?" Frank asked while he switched out the needle, cleaned up after Edward and wiped everything down.

I looked at Edward, who was now smirking at me. "You don't have to, Bella."

"Fuck that, I'm ready!"

Frank laughed. "What'll it be?"

Edward sat on the bed next to me and Frank wrapped his arm in plastic wrap.

"A dragon." I looked at Edwards eyes, hitched in surprise. "Blue."

"Where?" Frank asked.

Edward picked up my arm and traced his fingers along the inside. I shook my head.

He drew a line from my shoulder to my lower back. No again.

Without hesitation, I took off my shirt. "Here." My hand touched the sensitive skin under my left breast.

"This your first? It might hurt." Frank warned.

"I'm good. High pain tolerance."

"Lay back," Frank instructed as he put on a new pair of black latex gloves.

"Wait," Edward interrupted and moved so he was lying down on the pillows. He drew me back to lay against him. My own personal tattoo board.

The gun fired up, and I closed my eyes in anticipation of the sting.

Not gonna lie, it hurt. But the stroke of Edward's hands on my arms, my sides, my stomach eased the bite. With no shame, Edward sucked on my neck while Frank worked. My eyes closed and I concentrated on the feel of his mouth on me coupled with the sting of the needle.

I couldn't imagine a moment more erotic.

"Take a picture of it," I whispered while my hand blindly reached for my phone. Edward ruffled through the sheets and brought it up with his long arm.

I wanted to take a picture of the gun against my skin, for proof that I'd done it when I looked in the mirror one day and didn't believe it was real. "Say cheese," Edward said just as his mouth returned to my neck, and in my haze, I heard the fake shutter sound.

Frank finished his work and in the mirror, I turned my body back and forth.

The dragon lay close to my heart from one angle but under the safety of my breast, so it could hide away in another.

Edward came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulders, enveloping me. "You like it?"

I nodded against him, dreamy.

"Whatever it means to you, just know I think it suits you."

I stared at our reflection. Our bodies close and almost naked. My flushed skin and sex-pulled hair. The hickey he'd created on the inside of my thigh.

"And I hope one day, you won't regret it." His eyes were dark. Sad as he stared back at me.

He knew.

Or at least assumed. It could've been the ego in him, or I was that obvious. Whichever it was, he knew this tattoo was a symbol of him. "I won't."

He squeezed me tighter and moved one arm around my waist.

He said nothing else.