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Edward sat in a chair next to his dresser. After leaving Bella at her door, he'd been far too restless for sleep, and his body was a live wire. Every cell crackled with a current of energy impossible to ignore. In his haste to remove his shirt, several buttons went flying. Edward didn't give a shit as he shrugged out of the confining material; he tossed it aside as he pulled the string in the lamp hanging over the chair.

A faint yellow glow illuminated the seat as his weight collapsed in a heap in the chair. His skin was on fire, and lust pounded relentlessly throughout his body. His chest moved rapidly with each indrawn breath, and his battle for control was deteriorating quickly. His muscles were close to bursting from his skin, straining and throbbing in a torturous ache.

Impatiently, Edward fumbled with the snap on his slacks as he tore them open. His belly fluttered as his palm slid over rigid muscle, his lungs stuttering to inhale as sensation crashed through him. Edward's entire form was sensitive to every touch as his hand slipped beneath his waistband. Eagerness and desperation gripped him hard as he cupped hard flesh.

Edward's eyes rolled, and his breath faltered as he tightened his hold on his tumid cock. While his grip provided a wealth of relief, Edward was wholly unsatisfied, and with a hum of annoyance, he ripped the drawer open and rifled through the contents. He came back with a tube of lubricant. Popping the top, he shoved at his slacks until his hips were bare.

He drizzled a few drops of lube in his hand, relishing the heat that blossomed over his skin. Edward's head fell back against the chair, rolling to the side as he caressed his hardened cock with visions dancing in his imagination. Glaring at the bed several inches away, Edward succumbed to fantasy.

If he could have anything, it would be Isabella Swan tied to the center of his bed. He wanted to be kneeling between her perfect thighs, licking his way over silken flesh to her dewy center. He wanted to feel the warmth and moisture of her pussy sucking his cock into her slick folds. He craved the wet velvet clamping around his erection, squeezing and pulling his dick. Even now, he could fathom licking her tits, teasing the tight begging buds, her sweet, pink nipples stabbing into his tongue.

He fisted his cock, drawing on the length as a low moan sounded from near the door. When Edward had hastily retreated from Bella's room, he'd been so impatient to take his unruly flesh in hand, leaving the door ajar. As the cries started, his senses alert to everything around him, Edward's gaze flew in that direction. He swallowed the desire humming throughout his being when he found the space completely empty.

What the fuck was that sound? There it went again. What the fuck was that? Perplexed, Edward's strokes slowed as he contemplated what the hell was making that God-awful noise.

Edward's hand dropped from his cock with the intent of going to investigate. A breath of frustration fell from his lips, and his feet touched the floor when a shadow slipped in front of the doorway. When Isabella's face appeared through the sliver, Edward's gaze darkened, lust returning with a tidal wave. A surprised grunt tripped off his tongue as his gaze collided with hers, and without hesitation, he wrapped long trim fingers around his engorged flesh.

Edward expected Bella to gasp and run from the door. Aside from a slight widening of her lovely gaze and blue orbs waltzing over his chest and dripping down his stomach, there was no indication she wanted to flee.

His lips drew tight as he caressed his length, coating the sharp spike with warming oil. Edward clenched his teeth as his cock swelled, his own wandering eyes dipping toward her mouth, drifting over the soft rosey petals. Edward's mouth literally watered when her lips parted with intrigue. A smirk played across his knowing lips, and his eyelids drooped with a drugged glaze. "Are you just going to stand there? Or come in and enjoy the show?"

Bella couldn't have moved if someone beat her with a switch. She was suddenly short of breath, feeling faint from lack of oxygen to her brain as needles skipped over her skin. Every fiber of her being came alive, and while she was shocked to her core, Bella couldn't look away.

Her wary gaze followed every stroke of Edward's hand. His suggestion penetrated her fogged senses, mesmerized by the sight of his broad lean chest. Tracking the lines of his tight pecs, Bella trailed a path down hard abs to the swollen monster between his legs. Bella wavered on her feet.

He'd asked her to come in and enjoy the show. Bella swallowed as she contemplated giving in to the urge. Was she really considering entering Edward's bedroom at such an intimate moment?

Lifting her gaze to his, she pushed into the room, very aware of her heart pounding hard, threatening to burst from her ribs. When she would've stepped away from the door, Edward ground his teeth as he pointed. "Close the door, and push the lock."

Hesitantly, Bella followed Edward's instruction, shivering with the weight of his stare. Coming to the center of the room, she stood there at a loss as to what to do now. Helplessly her fingers twisted in the folds of her T-shirt to steady the tremble raking her form.

Edward hissed, his leisurely stroke slipping down his length. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

If she had the same effect on Edward as his actions were having on her, she knew exactly what he was referring to. Unable to stall her curiosity, she dropped her eyes from his stare, honing in on the flesh he caressed.

He was significantly larger than the men she'd seen in videos. Even though she'd had sex twice before, neither experience was anything to write home about. Boy, if her father ever found out, she'd be dead… Fuck her father, she decided, returning to the present. Pissing him off was just one more reason to live in this moment.

As Edward fondled the creature, Bella became breathless, watching intently as his hand slipped over velvet skin with a plump pink tip. His moan startled her, and Bella tore her attention away from his cock. Meeting his hungry, predatory gaze, her chin lifted when he spoke, finding it amazing he'd come to know her so well. "Don't go all quiet on me now, Isabella. Tell me what's on your mind."

Her entire body burned with anticipation. The curious part of her wanted to cross the space separating them and pet the beast. That smolder emanating from his intriguing eyes encouraged the throb awakening in her core. Licking lips gone dry, she croaked, "How? I didn't do anything."

A humorless chuckle rumbled from Edward, his teeth grinding until his fucking jaw hurt, his head dipping with a slight nod. "Didn't do anything? I disagree," he growled, his muscles twitching and jerking as his hand slid down his cock. "You do a whole lot of something."

Edward had this desire to leap from the chair and pin the woman … fuck … wherever he could pin her. His skin was taut, and wicked heat crawled through every crevice. Inhaling sharply, his breath shuddered from his lungs as he traced the form before him. Temptation getting the better of him, his gaze lingered on the twin swells beneath the tank she wore.

Beneath his delving stare, the tips perked up. While Isabella might not be aware of the effect she had on him, her body instinctively responded, Edward's attention dipping down her body to study the apex of her thighs. As turned on as he was, her response was his undoing.

"W-what do I do to you?" Relentlessly, Bella shifted on her feet, her body begging for something beyond her understanding. Yeah—she'd had sex before, but neither time had she found the ultimate bliss.

"I have these cravings, Ms. Swan, and it's ripping through every fucking cell I have." Edward hiccuped as sensation flashed throughout his form. With one hand, he stroked his cock while the other skimmed the muscles lining his torso. "Do you want to hear about them?"

"Yes," Bella whispered, following the path his fingers took over his lean chest. Shamelessly, her gaze ate up every inch of visible muscle. Bella shifted again as she grew restless, the desire to touch herself becoming overbearing.

When the blood pumped hard in his cock as she spoke, Edward dropped the beast, feeling himself tipping over the edge. Watching her shift, Edward tipped his chin toward the upholstered bench at the foot of his bed. "You look uncomfortable. Sit, Isabella."

Bella barely comprehended he'd spoken, her attention locking on his cock. He was so much bigger than Bella had ever experienced, and while his size was intimidating, she was so fucking curious. When she stalled to follow his command, lost in her visual inspection, Edward's thundering tone boomed.

"Get on the bed," Edward growled as the animal inside him awoke. "I have no problem giving you a show, but I want one of my own."

He wanted a show? Was he suggesting she touch herself while watching him? The thought had her resistance melting. Resistance? Currently, her wayward body didn't know the meaning of the word. Her body wept with want, and she was on the verge of doing whatever he wanted.

Breathlessly, Bella followed his command as she crawled to the center of his bed. His scent was wafting toward her from the sheets adding to this electricity humming through her blood. Her head whipped to the side, her hair falling in a thick curtain over her shoulder. "What kind of show?"

"Don't be obtuse," Edward groaned, his hand gesturing for her to explore. His hand returned to his shaft. "Touch yourself. Start with those delicious tits. I could suck on the tips all fucking day."

Bella's ears burned as his words slipped into the shell, and a wicked sliver of heat jogged down her spine. Even while the temptation sucked at her resistance, she breathlessly whispered, "Why should I do that?"

"Don't play coy, Isabella. I can see the desire in your eyes." Edward's grip tightened around his cock, squeezing the tip until a drop of cum beaded, glistening beneath the lamplight. "Your nipples are begging for it. Don't make them beg."

Bella's breath whooshed from her lungs. Her nipples suddenly began to beg for his hot mouth, the nubs stabbing into the material of her tank. Bella was thankful she'd removed her bra before bed, wanting to do as he said and touch the aching tips. Hesitantly, she found the hem of her shirt and burrowed inside, hissing when her fingernails grazed the ripe flesh.

"Pinch those pearls for me." Edward's pupils narrowed when she obediently plucked at the tips. "Damn, I want to lick them." His lashes dropped as a wave of euphoria coasted through his bloodstream, the heady sensation engulfing every pore. "Show me."

She was caught in the middle of a web. Edward Cullen was the frightening, intriguing spider looming over her cocooned form. Strangely, however, Bella had no desire to break free. Essentially she was this man's captive, and pleasing him should be the last thing on her mind. Yet denying him also meant denying herself.

Wanting to see the effect she had on him, she watched intently as she slowly lifted her top. A hesitant smile lifting her lips when he groaned, and his grip tightened. A chill caused Bella to shiver, her nipples jaunting to life as an intoxicating rush took over as she bared her breasts to his hungry stare.

"Oh, fuck me," Edward gulped when her milky globes came into view. "Cup them for me. Shiiiit."

Bella whimpered, palming her breasts, her legs going lax as Edward's strokes moved faster, her thighs parting of their own volition. Suddenly, Bella didn't want just to touch her begging breasts; she wanted something far greater. While one hand played over her breasts, the other slipped down her belly, lingering on the waistband of her sweats.

"That's it, Isabella. Pet her for me." Edward's head fell back against his chair, yet his gaze zeroed in on her fingertips as they sunk below the material. "Is she wet? Tell me how warm she is. I wanna know what she tastes like."

Bella was at an impasse. She was teetering on the edge of something terrifying and delicious. If she gave in to his command, they would be crossing a line. Hell, she'd already hurdled the fucking line when she decided to bare her breasts to his greedy gaze.

Too much of her life had been dictated to her by others. So few things had been just for her. Why shouldn't she enjoy this moment? Not for him, but for herself. The blaze in her veins boiled to the point of overflowing; Bella felt the vibration of her hum as she ignored the rational part of her brain screaming at her to stop.

Bella had never been so turned on. Biting her lip, Bella pushed her fingers below the elastic of her panties. Her breath shuddered from her chest as her fingertips skimmed her pelvis, her hips lifting, seeking until her fingers came to her clit.

"Is your pussy wet? She's weeping to be touched. I can tell by the wiggle of your hips." Edward's fingers pinched his nipple as his strokes quicked. When Bella seemed hesitant about telling him, the animal in him became demanding. "How hot is that pussy? She's soaked, isn't she?"

"Yes," Bella gulped, a gush of warmth coating her panties. Every nerve ending came alive as she circled her opening, her breath rushing from her lungs. "It's so warm, a-and … oh."

"And what?" Edward growled when she cried out in pleasure, the sound shooting straight to his balls. Fuck, he wanted to leap from this chair and replace her fingers with his. Edward's eyes rolled at the thought of her silken channel clamping around his fingers … shit, his cock. "Oh, fuck me."

"A-and wet." Bella shivered with want as she slipped a finger into her opening. Her body was a throbbing goo of muscle, and she ached from head to toe. Even while her body begged for something, it was just out of her reach, and the problem was, she wasn't certain how to fulfill what she craved. "I need … I need … I don't know how …"

"Are you a virgin, Isabella?"

Bella's gaze flashed to his, and when she appeared hesitant in responding, Edward's lip curled. "Has anyone fucked your pussy?"

His crass statement went straight through her, her heart rate increasing, knowing her answer was not going to be what he wanted to hear. "Yes. Twice, I-I …"

Edward envisioned ripping the head off of some dick that had the nerve to touch Isabella Swan. Unexplainable anger welled in Edward, and if it weren't for the lust ripping through his veins, he would've leapt from his chair. "Did you have an orgasm? Have you ever had an orgasm?"

Bella's head shook in the negative, her fingers pausing in their play. "No."

Her answer to his question regarding her virginity was a shock to the system. When or if her father ever found out his daughter wasn't as pure as he'd thought … there was no telling what the hell he would do. That was a topic for thought later—much, much later. Pushing Charlie and the mayor from his mind, he focused solely on the woman before him.

"Want me to help give you one?"

His husky tone curled around her, intensifying the hunger. Her entire body pulsed with the thought of Edward walking her through this monumental moment in her life. He was a fearsome, dangerous man, and having his attention sent a thrill straight to her throbbing clit. Thinking of him touching her had a flash of desperation stabbing through her core. "Yes."

"Mmmm," Edward groaned, grabbing the oil next to him; he drizzled another few drops on his hand before tossing her the tube. "Put a couple of droplets on your hand, and rub it on that pussy for me."

Bella's toes curled when she rubbed the warming oil over her clit. Tiny slivers of heat spread until she was moaning, her fingers increasing in rhythm as she stroked herself. "My whole body is on fire. What … how … how do I—."

"I wanna stick my tongue right into that gooey pussy. Rub her fast, spread her open for me, and dip a finger into that sweet, tight center." Edward's cock swelled, his blood pulsing in the crown. "Oh, fuck. I wanna see her … shit."

Edward's voice whispering in that harsh, demanding way escalated the rush. Obediently, she spread her lips open with one hand as she sunk her fingers inside. The more she touched, the greedier she became, dipping in and out, her movements dictated by the passion consuming her.

"Is she tight, Isabella? Damn, I want to see all the pretty pink. I'd push this cock so far in it you couldn't distinguish where I begin." As he spoke, his strokes increased as he envisioned rocking into her. "God, imma fucking explode."

Bella was a series of whimpers as he instructed her along the path of finding release. When he told her about the soft pillow inside, her fingertips bumped into it. "I-I think I found it."

"That's it, Isabella. Part your thighs, use one hand to play with that clit, and fuck your fingers. Do it like I would … fast and hard. Let go," Edward instructed, his lashes dropping, his grip closing tight. Rapidly, he fucked his hand, imagining the warmth of her pussy. "Fuck me … I need you to come, Isabella. Bout to lose my shit."

Bella watched Edward pound into his hand and mimicked his movements until it all became too much. Her fingers thrust into her channel in tandem with Edward's strokes. When she would've closed her eyes to focus on the sensation ripping through her form, Edward's command stopped her.

"Look at me. I wanna see it when you come. I want you to come. Faster, Isabella, rub your clit harder."

"Oh, Edward. I-I'm so … ahhhh." Bella cried out as her passage closed around her fingers. "Something … it's right there. Ahhhh."

Edward's roar followed her cry as he continued to whispered directions. Their eyes locked and held when Edward's cock throbbed, and his balls drew tight. When she gasped and her hips lifted, he flew right over the fucking edge.

Bella loved watching Edward's control melt. He looked fierce and vulnerable, the vision adding to the pleasure she was experiencing. Seeing the milky liquid squirt all over those rock-hard abs, Bella hissed as she splintered. A knot of pleasure gripped her belly, and sparks of ecstasy spiraled throughout her body until she was crying out mindlessly.

"That's it, come! Ripe, juiciness. I wanna stick my tongue so far in her," Edward moaned, caressing his shaft as the last waves of rapture dissipated while he watched Isabella find her release. Grabbing his shirt, Edward wiped his mess from his abdomen before climbing to his feet. His gaze never wavered as he approached her with intent in his eyes.

Stopping mere inches away, Edward took her wrist in his hand and pulled her fingers from her pants. Staring into her eyes, he lifted them to his face, his eyes rolling as he breathed in her musk. One by one, he licked the cum from her fingers.

Bella had never been so captivated by an act in her life. His tongue was velvety smooth as it wrapped around each digit and sucked her taste off her skin. The urge to touch him became more than she could bear, yet when her hand lifted, Edward pulled away. With one last long look, he motioned toward the door as he dropped her hand. "Go to bed."

She watched in shock as Edward turned abruptly and walked into what she assumed was the bathroom, and closed the door. Bella wasn't sure how long she sat there staring at the structure before she climbed to her feet and slipped into the hallway.

The full impact of her actions didn't hit her until the hum coupled with anxiety eased. Quietly, she laid against her bed.

What the fuck did she do? Holy shit. How would she face him again? He must think her horrible. Covering her eyes in an attempt to hide from the situation, Bella rolled to face the window as her cheeks heated with a fierce blush. Gradually, her hands fell away, and a soft smile replaced the anxiety.

Edward's arms were braced on the sink in the bathroom as he glared at himself in the mirror. What the hell had he done?

That woman had stormed into his life and annihilated everything he thought he'd known. She was brave and fierce and gave … fuck; she gave so much more than Edward had thought he needed.

What the fuck would he do when the mayor called with his money? How would Lily take it when Isabella was taken from their lives? A sliver of possession gripped him, yet at the same time, shame wormed its way in.

Irene came instantly to mind. This roaring, blinding need consuming him had nothing to do with his wife. Hell, they had everything to do with the feisty woman residing down the hall. The very one whom he'd just kicked out of his room.

Edward thrust his hands through his hair as he contemplated what the hell to do. Was it possible he wanted to keep Isabella?

Obviously, she was good for this entire household. Hell, she was kind of good for him as well. Was he ready to let go of the memory of Irene and hang on to another?

After Edward showered, he was still tormented as he fell into bed. He had a picture of Irene on one nightstand, yet instead of staring at it, as usual, his attention went to the door. Suddenly, it took all of his restraint to remain in his own room.

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