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BPOV:

When I open the door, the room is dark, the laughter from Edward's family below drifting through the open window.

I can't explain it, but something has shifted between us tonight. There's some unspoken agreement between us now that we're not just fucking around. We're in this for the long haul.

And it erases any guilt I may have that we're about to fuck in a sick woman's bedroom, because I need him. I need to feel him, feel us, to seal the deal.

"Lift your dress up and bend over the dresser," his voice, deep and rough, comes from a dark corner of the room by the door that he promptly pushes shut and locks with a metallic click.

"You don't want me on the bed?" I tease, playing coy with a shrug of my shoulder.

"What I want is for you to shut the fuck up and do as I say so I can remind you that mine is the only cock that will ever make you come."

Delicious, wicked thrill skitters down my spine because he knows I love this. I need this. We're not the type to make slow, sweet love. There's too much raw, primal passion between us for that.

So I do as I'm told. Sometimes I fight, and that can be fun too, but we have to make this quick, so I make short work of bunching the fabric of my maxi dress up around my waist, spreading my legs shoulder-width apart so he can get a nice view of my dripping pussy.

He groans, dark and low, and I hear the soles of his shoes against the hardwood, the jingling of his belt, followed by the zipper of his pants being lowered.

It's only seconds, but it feels like an eternity, and when his hand strokes over the curve of my ass, it makes me jump, only because I'm so fucking keyed up and ready for him.

"Fucking beautiful," he groans, landing a harsh smack against my cheek that makes me suck in a sharp breath and wiggle my ass, begging for more.

"Edward...please...I need you."

"Hm," he hums, one long finger stroking between the lips of my pussy. "I know you do, sweetheart. The feeling is mutual."

Suddenly everything is moving fast, his hips pinning mine against the dresser, so the wood digs painfully into me, and the finger he just had in my pussy presses into my mouth. His dick rests hard and heavy against my ass, and I feel him move to stroke it before he's smacking it against my skin.

"Now, keep quiet while I ruin you, baby. Don't want the whole family knowing what a whore you are for my cock."

He enters me in one swift thrust that takes my breath away, which is a good thing because if it didn't, I would've screamed.

Still, I feel every inch of him fill me up, and my walls clamp down on him instinctively because it just feels so fucking good.

And then he's fucking fearless, relentless as he pounds me—thrusts so hard my body jolts, and the dresser bangs against the wall. His hand shifts to cover my whole mouth because I can't help it; I'm crying out with every shift of his hips. It's so good I have tears in my eyes, and the sounds of our fucking fill the air.

The wet suction of my pussy, skin slapping against skin, his teeth-bared, grunting and snarling as he takes me, possesses me, rips me to shreds, and tears me down so he can build me up all over again.

When I come, he's not far behind, and I feel his cum deep in my pussy, leaking out when he removes himself with a whimpered protest from me.

We're still for a few minutes, panting, but then he pulls my dress down and tucks himself back in his pants. He lifts me and turns me to face him, capturing my lips in a kiss that says so much more than our words ever could.

"Mm, give it five minutes, and then come say goodbye to my family while my cum drips down your thighs so we can go home and do that again." He whispers against my lips.

Yes. Sir.