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-Chapter Eleven-

The kiss was forceful, intense, and penetrating. Edward's body was pinning me, keeping me crushed and immobilized beneath him. My fingers were clutching his hair, using it as a sturdy grip to lift and press my breasts into him, wanting him to feel me, showing him what I had to offer.

Edward grunted in response, deepening the kiss, his tongue intermingled with mine as he drove his hips into mine. It elicited a loud and breathy moan, and I felt my face heat up with embarrassment.

"Shhh," he said, moving his mouth off mine and leaving me a wanting mess as he trailed his lips south and found the tender place at the hollow of my neck.

My breathing was erratic and fast, like my pounding heart, and I clawed at the bed sheets, gripping the fabric within my tight fists. I screwed my eyes shut, concentrating on the sweet sensation of Edward's lips as they continued their assault on my skin. His rough, yet surprisingly soft, hands slid and gently wrapped around my neck. His mouth, scorching on my damp flesh, kept descending lower and lower until it was at the top of my breasts and flicked his tongue out, licking me there.

My body tensed in need, preparing for when he completely pulled back my shirt and took my nipple into his mouth.

I gasped and bucked my hips, my mind swimming in lust.

Then I am completely disarmed as I feel his teeth graze my skin, sinking into the flesh and biting me. I jerked up, stunned, but his hands were still firmly around my neck and kept me still. He doesn't look up at me. The only thing I could see was the top of his head, a mess of darkened bronzed hair.

He was sucking on the sore flesh that he'd bitten only moments ago, and then he pulled his head back slightly and blew on it, sending chills throughout my whole body.

I fall back against the pillow and sigh contently.

Edward's hot breath wafted over me, causing my sensitive and receptive skin to prickle and pucker. He removed his hands from my neck and glided them down my shoulders and arms, grabbing at my clenched fists and yanking them away from the sheets.

He raised his head, eyes darker than I'd ever seen, and gave me a sly and crooked grin. "Have you ever been kissed like this before?"

"No," I said, thinking about all those awkward times with my ex-boyfriend Mike Newton, "definitely not."

"I can tell," he said, kissing softly on that patch he'd sucked and bitten, which was now darkening to a deep shade of purple.

My eyes widened. "Did you seriously just give me a hickey?"

"It's just a little one," he said, covering it with my shirt. He scooted up in the bed, and his body hovered over mine. He smiled smugly, lowering his head and briefly kissing me."Don't worry, kid, I've put it somewhere no one will ever see it—and if they do see it, they're as good as fucking dead."

"So, it's some kind of warning then?" I asked, hiking my leg up and wrapping it around his waist.

"More or less." He kissed me again.

Man, the guy was a glutton now.

"Who's it a warning to?"

"Any motherfucker who thinks he can take what's mine," he said with a bitter and domineering edge. "You're my girl now."

That should've been a red flag reminding me how dangerous it was to get involved with such a possessive man—especially with all that 'We are woman, hear us roar' movement shit that Renee had instilled in me. But I couldn't help feeling wanted by it, and as sure as shit wasn't going to stop it. I liked knowing that I belonged to him so wholly and fiercely and that he would kill anyone who tried to take me away.

I bit my lip, unable to hide how much that concept had turned me on.

"Later," he said, tracing his fingers around my hip bone and lower stomach, "I want my name here."

Inhaling sharply, I lifted my hips, wanting him to touch me more firmly and intimately.

He drew a line with his nose up and around my chin and to my ear. He spoke softly. "Would you do that for me?"

I nodded, closing my eyes tightly as I felt his hand slip underneath my waistband, slowly moving it downward. He stopped, hesitating.

"Would you let me put my name here?" he asked, his fingers lightly rubbing the skin.

"Yes," I whimpered, licking my lips.

I could feel him smiling into my neck. God, he was such a teasing asshole.

He continued his journey with his fingers, drumming them against me, moving further down, and coming upon that spot that plunges and drops below, curving into my need. He's less than an inch away from my aching lips.

"And how about here?" he asked, kissing and nibbling at my earlobe. "Would you let me mark you here with my mouth?"

"Yes, anywhere you want," I panted, gripping the sheets again. "Just touch me."

He knew what he was doing to me. He knew how much I wanted him. He was purposely taunting me. It was at that moment I wished I wasn't so inexperienced. It wasn't fair for him to have all the power. I vowed to make him pay for his teasing ten folds.

"Please," I whispered, "touch me."

He groaned and shifted his face back to mine, kissing me deeply as his fingers slid down and dipped between my lips. My hands flew up and gripped his shirt, pulling him to me and lifting my hips, causing his finger to enter me.

"Fuck," he hissed against my mouth and thrust his pelvis into my side.

I moaned, a little loud, as he slowly and teasingly slid his finger in and out of me, testing my limits before inserting two. And as his thumb made circular and firm motions on my clit, the fucking door opened.

"Rise and shine, fuckers," Emmett boomed. "We're going out to eat—Holy shit."

Edward pulled his hand out, and I screamed, throwing the covers over me and hiding underneath their protection.

"God damn it, Em. Get the fuck out of here!" Edward shouted and threw something at the door. It made a loud thump against the wall before crashing to the ground.

Emmett cackled, making derogatory comments about Edward getting some and I wanted to die. We get caught the first time something extraordinary happens between Edward and me. You would think dating an older man that shit like this wouldn't happen. I felt like such a kid at that moment, getting caught by my parents while fingered by my boyfriend.

Ugh! Kill me.

Edward slipped under the covers and wrapped his arms around me. His warmth was comforting, but I couldn't expel the look on Emmett's face when he saw what Edward and I were doing.

"I'm sorry," he said, kissing my shoulder. "I'll get a fucking lock on that door as soon as possible. I promise."

I shook my head, still mortified by the whole experience. "I can't believe that just happened."

"I'm sorry, baby. This shit is all fucking my fault. I shouldn't have started any of that."

"No," I said, grabbing his hand, kissing it, and tucking it underneath my chin. "We need to get a lock on that door or at least kick Emmett out of the apartment. What kind of inconsiderate prick doesn't knock first?"

"I could kill him, if you like?"

"No, that's not necessary." I laughed. "It would take you too long to break in a new best friend."

"This is very true," he said, holding me tighter and kissing the nape of my neck, "but I think I've already found his replacement."

A/N: This will be the last post tonight. I'll post more Wednesday. See You soon.