"Am I doing the same thing to you?" he seductively asked in a husky whispering voice.

Completely unable to respond, shocked, disconcerted and aroused beyond measure, I remained silent. Edward decided to find out for himself and lowered his hand between my thighs at the juncture of my sex.

Red alert! We have lost Bella. I repeat: we have lost Bella!

He began caressing me intimately over my short, and God, it felt heavenly.

"Of course I am… Shit, you're dripping!" He marveled. "I can only imagine the state of your panties…"

If only he knew…

"Actually, I can do more than imagine." He rectified before unbuttoning my short. He then grabbed my waist and lifted my butt off the table to slide my short down my legs.

Very well. I was now in my underwear under the lustful gaze of Edward Cullen, my literature professor. On a table. In a library. Even better: in the library where I worked. In the middle of the night. Well, well, well.

Edward, however, did not seem one bit concerned about the incongruity of our current situation. His hungry gaze drifted over my body, heating my flesh in a way I could barely comprehend. He slowly moved closer to me and, his eyes never leaving mine, reached out to unhook my bra. He gently slipped his fingers underneath the straps, slid them down my arms and removed the impediment from my body.

"There. Much better…" he said as he contemplated my breasts for what appeared to be an eternity.

Self-consciousness overwhelmed me at his scrutiny, and I instinctively brought my hands up to cover my chest. I was and always had been full of complexes about my body, especially about my breasts which I found too small. Edward quickly yet gently grabbed hold of my wrists.

"Don't hide from me, Bella… Your breasts are beautiful." He tenderly whispered, cupping one of my breasts in each of his hands.

He then leaned down to press a kiss on the rounded flesh before running his tongue over my skin all the way up to my neck, peppering it with kisses.

"Your skin is so soft…" He laid a new kiss beneath my ear, making me shiver. His lips left my skin, and he anchored his emerald gaze into my brown one before saying, "You are magnificent."

He stroked my left cheek with the pad of his right thumb. I saw his eyes go back and forth between mine and my mouth before he leaned forward to delicately press his lips against my own. His lips were as soft as a feather. This kiss was different from all the previous ones. It was tender. Gentle. Languid. It was as though Edward was trying to send me a message. It was as though he was trying to tell me that I was more than just a student to him, more than just a pretty face or a warm body. At least, that's what my heart wanted to believe.

The kiss overwhelmed me.

It made me forget all the ones I had received before. It was the most sincere and genuine kiss that had ever been laid upon my lips, and as my lips moved against Edward's for long, tender, flawless moments, I felt something new. I couldn't quite put it into words, but it was a feeling that made me never want to leave Edward's side. It made me want to remain close to him forever. It made me want to give in to him completely. To trust him blindly. To take a leap of faith. It was the strangest feeling, but my instinct was telling me to not be afraid, to take a step forward and trust in the outcome. My gut was telling me that Edward was not just any guy and that this wasn't just a vulgar, cliché make-out session, be it for me or for him. It was ridiculous that a single kiss could make me feel so much, that it could almost make me glimpse into the future. And yet, it did.

I tried to relay my emotions through my lips and convey the same message to Edward: that he could trust me, that he mattered to me, that he was more...

When he ended our kiss and pulled away enough to stare into my eyes, I could see in his that I wasn't the only one to have felt something strong. I could decipher a mix of fear, apprehension and hope in his emerald gaze. We stared at one another for a long while, each waiting for the other to break the heavy silence.

"Say something, Bella." He asked after a few minutes, his tone pleading.

"I – I'm a virgin."

The words escaped my mouth of their own volition.

Jesus, Bella! Talk about an untimely revelation! Couldn't you hold onto that tidbit?!

Edward froze, stunned by my confession.

Well done, Bella! You just ruined a perfect moment!

"A virgin?" His eyes almost popped out of their orbits. "You -you're a virgin?"

He looked like he was in complete shock.

"Wow, I… Why didn't you say anything?"

I just did? My heart sunk in my stomach when he took a few steps back. Away from me. He was rejecting me.

"I'm sorry, was I supposed to lead with that?"

"That might have been a good idea, yes. You should've -"

"What difference does it make, Edward?" I snapped, cutting him off.

"A huge one, Bella! It changes everything!" He cried and went to lean against the library shelf a few meters from me.

It changed everything? What was that supposed to mean? That Edward would have been willing to sleep with me if I hadn't been a virgin, but now that he knew that I was, it was out of the question?

Son of a…

All things considered, I was happy I had told him. At least now, I knew where I stood. My instinct had been wrong. Edward was only looking for sex after all, preferably with a woman with experience it seemed. Nothing more.

God, I felt like such a fool!

I was unable to stifle the sob that escaped my throat. Perfect. Just what I needed! More embarrassment! This was the most humiliating situation I had ever been in. I had just been about to give myself to a man who didn't want me because I was entirely inexperienced and here I was: crying before him, half-naked. I wanted to die.

"Bella…"

"Go away, Edward! Find another student to fuck and this time, choose better! I don't want your pity!" I bit, picking up my shirt off the floor and bringing the cloth up to my chest to cover myself up.

I wasn't even trying to hold back my tears at this point.

"Bella, please stop crying…" he asked, taking a few steps towards me.

"NO!" I cried. "Don't come near me!"

My sobs got even louder.

"I didn't want you to reject me." I spoke in such a low voice I wasn't sure if I meant for him to hear me. "Why are you rejecting me, Edward? Am I that repulsive?"

"Bella…" He practically ran towards me. "Look at me." He gently lifted my chin to get me to meet his gaze. "You are far from repulsive, Bella! Believe me. You are most certainly the most beautiful creature I have ever had the honor to lay my eyes upon. You are so attractive, so desirable, so… God, Bella, look at you! Do you have any idea how many women would kill to have your beautiful face and your gorgeous body?!"

My heart began to pound wildly against my ribcage with his words. The knowledge that he still found me attractive even though he now knew I was a novice in all things sexual filled me with hope. Edward found me beautiful… Beautiful and desirable… me!

"So why are you rejecting me, Edward? Is the fact that I'm a virgin such a turn-off? Why does it change anything? You were willing to make love to me 5 minutes ago!"

His lips stretched into a sad smile.

"How can you think I'm turning you down because of your lack of experience, Bella?! It's just that one's first time -especially for a girl – is very special. It's sacred almost. You are an exceptional girl, woman and you deserve your first time to be perfect, extraordinary, and unforgettable. It shouldn't happen on a table in a library with your literature professor no less! I would never want you to regret giving me such a precious part of yourself." He confessed, lowering his gaze, and the genuineness I heard in his voice took my breath away.

So he had rejected me for my own good? Didn't he understand that he was the one I wanted and that I would never regret giving myself to him regardless of the place?

"But you are the one I want to share my first time with, Edward."

He lifted his eyes to me and I could see the battle within them.

"Bella…"

He began to move away from me, but I matched him step for step, refusing to let him increase the distance between us. I wanted us to move closer, not further apart.

"Don't reject me, Edward. Please." I spoke softly before leaning forward to lay a kiss on his jaw which he was clenching.

"Please…"

I felt the barriers he had erected inside him crumble one by one as I repeatedly pecked his lips, gauging his reaction.

"I'm not the right guy for you…"

"You're the one I've chosen." My tone left no room for an objection.

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer of anything, Edward. You're the one that I want…" I assured him and threaded my fingers into his hair.

I didn't know whether it was my words or my actions, but mercifully, I managed to get through to him. He gently cradled my face between his hands and pressed a tender but deep kiss against my lips. The kiss quickly gained urgency and before I knew it, Edward was moving us back towards the table. I temporarily broke our connection to hoist myself up onto the table. I then pulled him back into a fevered kiss, chasing his tongue with my own. Edward didn't hesitate to reciprocate and match my ardor as he wedged his hips between mine. His hand found my breast once again and I moaned into his mouth when his thumb moved over the tip of my right nipple, sending a frisson of lightning straight to my sex.

"Very well, Bella. If you truly want me, then I'm all yours."

Mine.

"I won't reject you. Not ever."

Mine.

"I don't have the strength to stay away from you, Bella… and I don't want to."

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Edward was mine.

I had won.

"But there are going to be a few rules to follow…"

His words almost broke me out of my daze of lust.

Rules?

All coherent thought left my brain as he began to shamelessly rub his stiff length against my clothed sex. The simple friction offered me a foretaste of paradise and I could only imagine the pleasure the feeling of his hard cock inside of me would procure me. In that moment, I had one and only need: Edward. Edward inside me. I wanted him to make me his. Right now. Right here. On this very table. In this library.

"Three compulsory rules" he continued, unflappable.

Good God, how could he appear so calm when I felt like a rocket ready to take off? He could have 40 rules for all I cared as long as he didn't stop the lascivious movements of his hips against mine.

"Rule number 1: everything that will happen between us will occur here, nowhere but here. We will meet every Tuesday at midnight, just like tonight. Outside of this library, I am Professor Cullen to you, nothing else. Is this clear?"

I moaned as a response.

Whatever you want. Just don't stop.

"Rule number 2: what happens within these walls stay within these walls. You don't talk about this to anyone."

That one was going to be tough. Edward really should know better. Alice was his sister after all. Surely, he knew how inquisitive and perceptive she was. Rosalie wouldn't be any easier to fool. Then again, I had managed to keep what had happened between Edward and me to myself so far, so perhaps all hope was not lost.

I nodded to acknowledge his second rule.

"What's the last rule?" I asked, earning a sly smirk from him.

As his sole response, he tore my panties with one hand and slowly pushed the index finger of his other hand into the folds of my vagina. Letting my head fall back, I moaned loudly at the feeling. The contrast between his cold finger and the warmth of my body was provoking an indescribable sensation.

As I was struggling to recover from the delicious intrusion, Edward pulled out his finger just as abruptly as he had inserted it. I moaned at his withdrawal, feeling instantly hollow. Then, my eyes flew wide open, and my jaw unhinged when I saw him bring his hand up to his lips and suck his wet finger into his mouth while staring straight into my eyes. Just when I thought I was witnessing the most erotic scene I had ever seen, Edward turned up the heat. Still savoring the taste of my juices on his right forefinger, he lowered his left hand to his large manhood and started stroking himself over his jeans. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as he licked his finger clean all the while pleasuring himself, a groan rumbling from deep within his chest.

I couldn't believe it.

The man was the embodiment of sex. He could not have looked any hotter.

I felt myself get even wetter, which I did not think was possible. My core was quite literally on fire.

When he brought his head forward and opened his eyes, my breathing was still labored. Judging by the amused smirk illuminating his face, my expression must have been priceless.

"Rule number 3: I will not make love to you until I believe you are ready."

What?! He couldn't do this to me! Not after the show he'd just put on! Not after telling me he was all mine and promising not to ever reject me again! What did he mean by…

"…Ready to welcome me inside your body. You need to discover yourself, Bella, discover the delights of your flesh. You have no idea the pleasure your body can experience… but I intend to remedy that. I can tell from your last assignment that you have a lot of imagination. Well, so do I. I am sure that together we'll obtain great results in a short period of time, don't you agree?"

I slowly nodded my head, understanding gradually dawning on me. Edward seemingly wanted to initiate me to certain practices before making love to me. He wanted to be my instructor… only the subject wasn't literature but sex. Mine throbbed with need at the possibilities.

"Actually, why don't we start now?" he proposed with a suggestive arch of his brow.

He wasted no time waiting for a response and laid me down on the table, a smirk plastered on his lips. Gently, he folded my legs and spread my thighs open for his pleasure… and mine. He moistened his lips with his tongue while staring at my uncovered sex with envy. He then buried his face between my thighs and a second later, I felt his warm breath against my burning center.

"Are you ready, Bella?"

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