""I want this room to be yours." Robert told me."

My breath caught in my throat when I heard his voice.

He was here.

And he was once again reading a passage from my short story.

""When you're in this room, you are free to be you. Your thoughts. Your desires. It's all yours.""

Ugh.

The library would undoubtedly forever be my favorite place. Even if all the books were removed and it was left completely empty, it would still be my favorite place.

The fact that he chose to read an excerpt of my story instead of formally greeting me gave me hope. Edward hadn't asked me here tonight to tell me that what happened between us last week was a mistake and that we needed to stop. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to read this particular passage. I was positive that he had chosen this passage for a reason. But I didn't know what that was. Was he trying to draw a parallel between that room in the story and the place where we currently stood? Was this library the only place where he would allow me to approach him? To touch him? To be someone other than his student?

Edward spoke again.

"I ran a hand down his chest. Mine. In this room I could pretend he was mine."

My heart almost leapt out of my chest at his words. Had I guessed correctly?

Neither of us uttered a single word during the few minutes that followed. It was almost as though he was giving me the time to comprehend what he was trying to tell me. To consider the offer he was implicitly making. As though he was once again leaving me the choice to refuse what little he was willing to give me.

But he didn't have to.

I had already chosen.

I knew what I wanted.

I wanted him.

I only wanted him.

"You're early." I said in a breath.

"I'm an impatient man." He responded with the hint of a smirk in his voice before closing the manuscript and carelessly throwing it on a table.

I then heard his steps as he slowly walked towards me, gradually closing the distance between us, and I felt a wave of intense panic rising from within me. Here we were. I was finally going to find out why Edward "needed to see me".

"But it seems that you are just as impatient as me…" he commented, earning a frown from me. "Isn't the library supposed to close at midnight? You said it would be closing its doors in 5 minutes about 2 minutes ago. It's barely 11:45 PM…" He continued in his smooth, velvet voice.

He was behind me now. His intoxicating scent filled my nostrils. A mix of musc and vanilla that was threatening to drive me insane.

"Well, everybody left a while ago so..."

"That's right, Isabella." He caught me off. "There is no one here. No one but you and me…"

He uttered the last sentence in a husky voice, enunciating every word, making my heart skip a beat and enflaming my flesh.

I swallowed hard when I heard him move even closer to me. I could now feel his warm, electrifying breath on my neck.

I started when he put his two hands on my arms and shivered when he slowly moved them up my neck. His right hand softly brushed my hair behind my shoulder. His long and thin fingers wrapped around my clavicle, and I once again experienced the intense happiness that came with the feel of Edward's lips on my skin. The sensation was simply exquisite. I instinctively closed my eyes as his lips traveled from my neck to my ear, leaving soft kisses along their wake. A moan escaped my throat in response.

"Tell me to stop, Bella!" he whispered in my ear.

He grabbed my waist and pressed my back against his chest.

"Tell me and I will..."

He caught my earlobe in his teeth, biting down just slightly before sucking on it greedily, lighting my entire body in the most delirious way. I moaned against the sensation which seemed to embolden him as he held on to me tighter.

"One word, Isabella. Only one, and I will stop."

His barriers were crumbling, exposing his desire for me. But he was afraid. Afraid of what might happen. Did he really think I had enough willpower to push him away when even he couldn't find it in himself to stay away from me? Granted, what we were doing was insane. But putting an end to this moment was inconceivable to me. I had dreamt about this moment for so long. I wanted it to last forever. I had never wanted or needed anything so badly in my entire life.

"Don't you dare stop, Edward!" I forbade him and grabbed his hair, bringing his mouth back to my neck.

He licked and sucked on my skin.

"This is wrong. What we're doing is very wrong. You realize that, right?" he groaned.

"I don't care that it's wrong, Edward. I – I want to." Goodness gracious, I was breathless already. What he was doing to me with his tongue should have been illegal and was clearly loosening mine.

"What? What do you want, Bella?" he asked before placing a tender kiss above my ear while his hands traveled from my waist to my chest. "Tell me!"

His commanding tone and the feel of his hands playing with my breasts sent a thousand bolts of lightning skittering across my skin…

"Mmmmmhh"

"Tell me, Isabella! Tell me what you want!"

He wanted me to say it. To give him the green light. He wouldn't keep going unless I told him to. The pressure he suddenly applied on my right breast made my eyes roll back in my head.

"You… I want you…" I breathed.

I then felt his erection press against my lower back and unlike last week, I wasn't afraid. I was actually proud to know how much I affected him. Visibly, he was as aroused as I was… if that was even possible.

"I didn't quite catch that, Isabella..." he said as he rubbed his hard flesh against my ass. "What do you want?"

Goodness gracious, he was going to kill me!

"You, Edward! I want you!" I moaned louder.

He grinned smugly.

"That's all I needed to know."

All of a sudden, he turned me around and pushed me against the library shelf so abruptly that it took my breath away. Without wasting another moment, he crashed his lips against mine, and I felt myself floating. His lips were forceful and demanding but yet soft and exquisite, just like last time. I never wanted him to stop.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this?" He breathed in between two kisses.

No, I had no idea, but I was dying to know.

"Certainly not as long as me."

He groaned, turning me on beyond words. It was the sexiest sound I'd ever heard and surely would ever hear.

"I wouldn't be so sure..."

Huh?

Had I heard that right? What was that supposed to mean? Since when had he been attracted to me? Since the first day of classes? Since the night he came into my dorm room? Since the freshmen welcome party? Or since the first time we met?

No way, Bella. You looked like a homeless person. You were completely disheveled. Your hair was a mess. Your mouth was full of toothpaste foam. Not to mention the fact that you fell flat on your face. There is no way…

Edward grabbing my lower lip with his teeth and biting down on the flesh put an end to my contemplations. The treatment he was inflicting to my flesh was a sweet torture. I tried to return the favor, but I realized I was perhaps a tad too aggressive when I tasted blood on my tongue...

Ooops.

"Isabella Swan, would you by any chance be an incorrigible gourmand?" He asked teasingly with an irresistible smirk.

"Oh, you have no idea." I replied before I proceeded to lick the blood from his lip while staring straight into his deep, green eyes.

Had I really just done that? I could hardly recognize my own self.

Edward's pupils darkened while I wondered where this boldness was coming from.

"So show me." He said, all trace of humor gone from his expression.

Controlled by a force stronger than me, I pulled him back to me and kissed him wildly. I slipped my fingers beneath his shirt. I had been dying to do this since the moment I'd met him. His torso was soft and firm. Operating on instinct, I began to pull up his shirt and catching the hint, Edward lifted his arms so I could remove it from his body. I heard a small crack as I did so. A seam had certainly given way… Edward chuckled and pecked my lips.

"My little wildcat." He breathed against my mouth.

I bit my lower lip, slightly embarrassed and more than aroused. I couldn't stop myself from admiring his bare chest. He was magnificent. He was thin but surprisingly muscular. He was built even better than I had imagined. The view of his taunt, hard stomach made me salivate. I wanted to run my tongue over his every muscle.

You dirty, naughty girl.

"Do you like what you see?" Edward whispered, a smug smile slipping from his face.

How long had I been ogling him?

Umm, since the day you met him? Whenever you get the chance?

Instead of answering, I moved to quickly lick his right nipple, earning a small groan from him. When I lifted my gaze to his, he was staring at me, his eyelids fallen to half-mast, his mouth slightly ajar.

Sexy. Sexy. Sexy.

I therefore repeated the action and slowly glided my tongue across his other nipple, causing Edward to throw his head back and moan. Aroused and emboldened by this vision, I proceeded to lick every bare inch of his body that was available to me. I was so out of control I almost scared myself. Edward, however, seemed turned on beyond measure. His moans and groans caused the juncture between my thighs to moisten.

"You're being quite unfair, Bella." He whispered as I had my lips pressed to his clavicle.

"Hmm?" I absent-mindedly replied in between two licks of his delicious skin.

"Why do you get to see me half naked and run your tongue all over my body when I haven't even glanced at what you're concealing underneath this top?" He said, playing with the top of my shirt.

He didn't give me the time to respond. In a swift move, he slid my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra, blushing as furiously as ever. I had never been so exposed to a man's gaze before, and I could feel my cheeks burning.

After a few seconds, I dared to lift my eyes at Edward and his appreciative gaze roaming my chest area filled me with gratitude for Alice and Rose who had insisted on me buying the black lacy underwear I was currently wearing during a past shopping outing.

"How alluring…"

Alluring? Dear Heavens, if he kept staring at me so hungrily, I was sure to spontaneously combust before his eyes.

Wasting no more time, he resumed his assault on my lips and wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting me off the ground. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, gripping him to me, creating a delicious friction between our private parts. I tore my mouth from his and moaned out loud, arching my back towards him.

Earth to Prude Bella! Earth to Prude Bella!

"Where were we?" He mused, staring at my breasts that were now at his eye level. "Oh right…"

"Oh God, Edward!" I cried out into the air as his tongue flicked my right swollen nub before he sucked it fully into his mouth, staring straight into my eyes, his pupils dark as night.

Mayday! Mayday!

His right hand left my butt and snuck under my bra. He edged his thumb over my left taut nipple, and I closed my eyes, giving over to the onslaught of sensations provoked by his touch. I was in paradise.

"Do you like what I'm doing to you?"

"Fuck yes!" I answered, panting.

His lips stretched into a pleased grin.

"Tsk tsk… Such a pretty mouth should not utter such profanities, miss Swan…" He gently scolded while caressing my lower lip with his index finger.

I could not resist the tentation to take this finger which I had been incessantly fantasizing about for weeks and sucking it into my mouth seductively.

Good god, Bella, where is this debauched behavior coming from?

Edward's eyes darkened considerably at the sight of my mouth wrapped around his finger. A deep groan escaped his throat, and the next instant, he was slipping his tongue back into my mouth. I responded to his fiery kiss with equal passion, eager for his sweet taste. He firmly grabbed my ass and moved me away from the library shelf onto the nearest table. He savagely pulled my breasts out of my bra without unclasping it and proceeded to swirl his tongue around a pert nub while circling his thumb around the other one and pinching it.

"Goddammit, Bella! Can you feel what you're doing to me?" He groaned in my ear as he pressed himself between my open thighs, pushing his erection against my sex.

I then lowered my gaze at the bulge in his jeans and swallowed hard at the sight of his impressive length. Even though I had no frame of reference, it was quite evident that he was very well endowed.

"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.

I know, I know. It was just getting good, but I didn't want to publish 7k words of pure smut, so I had to break it up.

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