A/N: I'd really like to hear from you all, so please let me know what you think!

I'm realizing a lot of these are gonna be a little smutty because that's how I do lol.

PICTURE PROMPT: A girl straddling a man lying in a forest, lifting her dress up. Picture is posted on my FB - Steph Ashes.

EXB. RATED M.

MARKED

"You want a peek?" I tease, twirling the hem of my dress with my fingers.

"Uh-huh, please..." Edward pleads.

I love when he isn't afraid to let his guard down, beg for his need for me, and be the more submissive one.

He's lying flat on his back on a blanket covering the green grass mixed with dirt on the hard forest ground in our special little place in the woods. We come here for peace and tranquility when we want nothing and no one else around us with the exception of the sounds of animals and mother nature that surround us; the branches and leaves rustling in the wind, the chirps from the birds watching us, the crunching sound of footsteps of tiny creatures that hide from us. It is our serenity, to ease our minds and not think about anything else—other than us.

I'm on my knees, straddling Edward's stomach as I raise the bottom of my dress, exposing more of my bare thighs to his eyes but still hiding the sweet spot he wants more than anything.

"I think you need to earn it," I chastise.

"Please, I'll do anything," he rasps huskily.

The eagerness, desperation, hunger, and pleading in his deep, rich voice sends a wave of arousal between my legs. I'm not wearing any panties underneath my dress to catch it as it drips down my thighs.

It's been a week since we've had sex. As tormenting as it was, I've constantly denied Edward because I wanted my surprise to heal completely, and I was waiting for the perfect moment to show him. I wanted to break and give in so many times, my need for him too intense. I was proud of my willpower.

Edward reaches his hands around to the back of my thighs, slips them under my dress, and trails them up until he's grasping and squeezing my ass in his firm, strong hands, sending goosebumps all over my sensitive skin. He tries to pull me forward up to his chest, but I grip each of his forearms sternly, halting his movement. He's technically stronger and could overpower my strength, but he gives up with a huff, letting me win.

I'm the one in control right now.

"Oh no, I don't think you're ready for it. Do you think you deserve it?" I mock.

He whines and nods his head. There is nothing more powerful than having a burly, heavily built man between your thighs, desperate and needy, at your mercy,

I'm acting as if my pussy is his gift—which it is, but I also have another present for him.

I slowly drag my dress up higher until I'm holding it above my hips, baring my glistening pussy to his view, but also giving him the slightest peek at the black ink etched on my hipbone—his surprise.

Edward's lips part, eyes widen, and his grip tightens on me as he takes a shallow breath.

"Fuckkk, is that what I think it is?" He groans deep from his chest.

"Hmm... I don't know. What do you think it is?" I chuckle.

Done with the games, he catches me off guard, grabbing me roughly by my hips, and brings me closer to his face where I'm sitting on his chest. He roughly bunches the material around my waist.

Oh, is he trying to take control now?

Edward hasn't even focused on my bare pussy yet, which is a complete shock. Instead, he's only zoned in on the little black ink in a familiar scrawl on my skin.

"Fuck… Bella—" He's at a loss for words, his mouth gaping open and shutting repeatedly, trying to form words, but nothing comes out.

His eyes gloss over, and he presses his lips softly against his name in his cursive, tattooed against my hipbone.

"I-I don't even know what to s—" Edward chokes, not able to finish his sentence, his voice thick with emotion.

"Shhh, baby. It's ok," I soothe, running my fingers through his luscious hair.

"I love you so fucking much, Bella."

Edward leans his head up and places gentle kisses around my hips, navel, my upper thighs, any piece of skin he can reach with his lips. His thick beard scratches against my sensitive skin, reddening my pale flesh.

"Love you more," I chime.

"Impossible," Edward scoffs.

Edward pulls me further up his chest until I'm sitting on his face. He drags the flat of his tongue up my wet heat and then attaches his lips to my throbbing clit, sucking the life out of me. I'm now the whimpering, begging mess.

His mark. On me forever. Permanently. Owning each other.