Chapter 16

A/N: So, we decided to post this. This is BPOV and starts where the last chapter ended. Just read and enjoy. Thank to everyone who continues to read and review. You make our day! Thanks to our prereaders Maplestyle, SassyNoles, and 2 brown eyes. They always are so encouraging and supportive. Love you gals! Also, thanks to AlicesWhiteRabbit for her red pen skills. She is amazing and so glad to have her. Again, we have warnings on the summary and first chapter for a reason. If you aren't 18, you really shouldn't be reading this. Off we go.

Songs- Give Me Everything by Pitbull and Ne-Yo, Sacrifice by Black Atlass

Please Review

Edward had a predatory gleam in his as eyes as I mumbled the truth. I was his long before we met. The day I stepped into DarkStrip, my life had changed completely. Yeah, so people might say I traded two domineering men for one asshole instead, and on first speculation, they would be entirely correct. There was a small fact they weren't privy to however … the difference was Edward was unlike anyone I'd ever met. While he had the ability to frustrate me to no end, he also had this knack for making me feel as if I were his reason for breathing.

Like right now, that light shining in his eyes while holding me immobile also left me riveted. That look Edward had pointed at me was solely mine. Edward Cullen, despite his many, many flaws, looked at no other quite that way. That look said I was his, but it screamed so much more—like I was the only woman in the world who made him feel quite the way he was feeling now. He looked fucking hungry, and I, Bella Swan-Masen was the only one who could satisfy his incorrigible appetite.

My breath sped up, and this need to know him in all ways coursed through me, bearing down, gripping me in an unforgiving grasp. Captured by the domination in Edward's eyes, my lashes fluttered as I sucked in a long, deep breath. I knew what I wanted, and at this precise moment, Edward Cullen wouldn't—couldn't—resist me. I saw it in his clenched jaw, in the tightening of his muscles, like at any moment, he was going to leap on me and devour me whole. With the power of this knowledge, I whispered, "I want to be yours in every way, Edward. W-will you make me yours?"

This was far from a simple question. The perplexity of it was far more complicated. Weeks ago, this brazen man informed me he didn't do virgins, and although our relationship changed drastically in that time, I was still hesitant in offering myself. What if I did and he rejected me? I didn't think I could get over something of that magnitude. Because, yes, it would just shatter me to watch him turn away.

It was one thing to eat me to satisfaction, but to take my innocence—that was a whole different ballpark. When I asked him, however, another look entered his eyes. It was wicked, predatory, and possessive. I knew if he followed through with this—if he followed through with taking my innocence—that would be it. I would be his forever. There would be no escaping him, yet I didn't want to. I wanted him to own me … heart, body, and soul. Even more than that, I wanted to own him as well.

I wanted to sink my claws into his back and shred those sinewy muscles. I had this desperate craving to bite into his flesh … taste his skin … maybe even his blood. While this feeling was hypnotic and all consuming, it also left me feeling itchy with a burning need—hell, desire. Shit, I would never shake this man. Honestly, I didn't want to shake him either.

When he didn't immediately answer, I nervously licked my lips, waiting for him to say something—anything. Any type of indication of what he might be thinking or feeling.

As I stood there studying him, his statement from the other night played through my mind. With a shuddering breath, I laid back against the door, relishing the cool wood on my heated flesh, saying, "Will you, Edward? Will you be my first?"

A growl emanated from his chest as he stepped closer, his weight settling against me. An answering moan left my lips as his muscles bore into to my softer curves. Edward's face dropped close to mine, and I listened to him breathe in my scent as the tip of his nose grazed my skin. He nearly sounded animalistic as he whispered, "If I take you, Bella … there won't be any other. Do you understand that? If I fuck your pussy, it will be my pussy, end of story. I will be your first, last, and your only. And just to make myself very fucking clear … Your pussy won't be the only thing that belongs to me. You will belong to me. Is that something you're prepared to understand? Something you're willing to accept?"

His words caused a shiver to race up my spine, and liquid heat caused my center to melt. Unable to resist the allure of him so close, my eyes rolled, and I began to tremble. I felt incredibly weak and powerful in the same instant—how that was even possible, I wasn't sure, but fuck, Edward had this spell wrapping me in its silken web, and I didn't even want to break free. As his statement rolled through me, my own possessive nature kicked in and my lashes dropped into a glare as he nuzzled my cheek. Biting my lip, I held back a smile as my fingers slid over his bare shoulders, biting into hard flesh as I reached for his hair.

Curling the strands around my hand, I jerked his head back until he met my gaze, noticing the slight tip to his lips, I said, "That works both ways, Mr. Cullen. If I let that dick in me. It will be my dick, and I will cut the motherfucker off if you even think about going anywhere. You will belong to me, and only me …"

A chuckle erupted from his chest as humor tinged his green eyes. Pulling at the handful of hair I held, he never broke eye contact as I said, "I'm not playing, Edward. You and your dick will be mine … forever."

I watched him swallow this piece of information, yet he never looked away. His teeth bared as if he were going to bite me, and gruffly, he said, "I don't doubt it, you sexy bitch."

My gaze dropped to his lips, his scent filling my nostrils, hypnotizing me in every way. Leaning closer, I kissed him. Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I bit the morsel before releasing it. My arms wrapped around his neck, and he lifted me up until my legs wrapped round his waist. His tongue dove deep between my lips, swirling around, battling with mine for dominance, yet I refused to relinquish my own power. In a few short strides, he reached the bed, and smacking my ass, Edward urged me onto the mattress.

I scrambled into the center of the bed. Sitting back on my haunches, I watched as he ever-so-slowly crawled toward me. His gaze inspired this sudden desire to escape, yet I was completely entranced, my blood turning to lava as a fever raced over my skin. Gooseflesh of anticipation jogged up my spine as he crept toward me. "How can one man be so scary, yet so invigorating at the same time?"

A cocky smile slid across his lips as he moved closer. "The power of presence … Lie down, woman."

My nape prickled with awareness, every nerve crackling with electricity as his irises burned into mine. Before I even knew what I was doing, I left my perch, slowly unfolding my legs until I lay before him. Briefly, I wished I'd taken my bra and panties off, but Edward wasn't even slightly deterred by the flimsy silk. Never breaking eye contact, he bent low, tracing the crease of my thigh with his tongue. When I gasped, a low rumble filled the room as he pushed my thighs apart and settled between them.

I felt the heat of his breath through the silk covering me, and on a low moan, I arched up, attempting to get closer to his amazing tongue. The thing was, as incredible as he'd proved his mouth to be, it wasn't what I wanted at this particular moment. I wanted total possession. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his cock so far inside I couldn't distinguish were he ended and I began.

With this thought in my mind, I leaned forward and tangled my fingers in his hair. "Edward, I want all of you tonight … not ju-just your tongue."

Staring me in the eye, he roughly shoved my thighs apart and settled his mouth over my clit. Sucking on the throbbing nub, he chuckled, the vibrations adding a new depth to his touch. Edward flicked the material, his saliva coating my panties before he tore his tongue away. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me in place when I would've wiggled, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Oh, you're getting all of me, babe. Don't fucking doubt that for a second, but first, I'm licking this pussy 'cause … fuck. I need to … If I don't, I might just fucking combust, then we'll both be fucked and not for pleasure either."

As if he couldn't bear to go one more moment without tasting me, he used his good hand to tear the seam, effectively leaving my panties in pieces around me. Before I could catch my breath, he buried his face between my legs, feasting on the tender flesh as if he were famished. His tongue dove deep into my wet channel, my back arching in response, and my fingers twisted in his hair. Easily, he lifted my hips for a better advantage, his fingertips digging punishingly into my thighs. I was just getting used to the stroke of his hot tongue when he withdrew it and replaced it with two of those impressively long fingers.

"Oh … oh, shit," I cried out as the tip of his tongue rolled around my clit, his fingers pushing deep, touching a spot inside I hadn't even known existed. I thrashed on the bed, seeking more. Gripping his hair tightly in my fingers, I held him in place. "Oh, oh … damn. H-how do yo … so fucking good …"

Edward sucked my clit in his mouth, saturating it, before he lifted his head with a growl. He tapped the side of my hip as he pushed at my leg. "Roll over …"

"Huh?" I couldn't even inhale enough air to think straight. But I could swear he'd told me to turn over. Was I mistaken? Sucking in a lungful of air, my gaze was clouded with unspent desire as I sought to understand. "Babe … what?"

"Roll the fuck over," he growled, the intensity in his eyes left no room for argument. "I told you I was eating that pussy, and I plan on doing it right. Roll over, babe."

I know, considering I'd danced for strangers nearly nude, it was so stupid to feel any type of embarrassment, but being in that position with nothing in between left me hesitant—especially, considering Edward would be right behind me. "Umm … I don't …"

Even as I spoke, I pushed upright, sitting on my elbows, knowing my cheeks were flaming. When no humor or disgust traced his features, I slowly followed his instruction until I rested on my hands and knees. For a long moment, I merely stared at the comforter, truthfully a little mortified by my current position. When no movement signaled Edward's reaction, I took the risk and threw a look over my shoulder.

He looked like a drowning man without a raft. Any moment, I was sure he was going to start drooling, and his reaction was only enhanced when his hand dove into his boxers and pumped his long length as he stared at my ass. Encouraged by the heat I witnessed in those hungry green eyes, I gave a wiggle, and parted my legs a little further. "See something you like, Mr. Cullen?"

Edward licked his lips as he stroked his length. "Oh … yeah. Bend over …"

"Edward, I …" Before I finished speaking, I felt the palm of his other hand on my lower back, urging me down. My cheeks flushed once again as uncertainty flooded me. When he shoved a pillow under my belly to hold me in position, my knees trembled, and I whispered, "Edward …"

That is as far as I got before I felt his tongue traced down my center. With the warm press of his tongue, my hips bucked, no longer caring what particular position I happened to be in. "Oh … wow … that feels so good. Don't stop … j-just like … oh …"

Chancing a look in his direction, I watched with growing want as he pushed his boxers down, his tongue penetrating and withdrawing as he thrust in his hand. Just knowing I was responsible for his loss of control sent a wave of lust stabbing in my gut. "Babe … please … I-I want y-your fingers in me … Hell, I want your cock …"

Ever eager to please, Edward drew back, replacing his tongue with his fingers, growling as my tight channel sucked him in. I grinned as his breath shuddered from his chest; loving the line of his pecs, I just helplessly stared at his chest. When I didn't think this could get any better, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue over my puckered hole. Gasping from the unexpected touch, I let out a string of curses in my wake. "Holy shit … oh my …"

Maybe later, I would be embarrassed for my behavior … maybe later, I would look at this moment and be totally mortified, but currently with his tongue probing my tight hole as his fingers dipped deep, I lost any hope of rational thought. Whimpering beneath him, I sought more, groaning into the comforter as pleasure like I'd never experienced undulated throughout my body. "Please, don't stop … oh, shit …"

Edward was merciless as he licked my tight hole, pushing his tongue in deep as his fingers slipped in and out of my core. "Oh … I'm gonna … I …"

I rocked up to meet him, suddenly unashamed by my response, my finger curled into the blanket as wave upon wave of pleasure left me breathless. "Yes … yes … fuck me … shit …"

I felt my core tighten around his fingers as I convulsed with release. "Holy shit … faster … oh my … oh, yeah."

In a heap, I collapsed onto the bed as I exploded around his fingers, drenching Edward's hand as my orgasm ripped through me. He didn't stop, however, following me down as he lapped up all of my dewy goodness.

He didn't give me a chance to recover as he turned me over to face him. Slipping the straps of my bra from my shoulders, he leaned down, sampling the mounds he bared, his tongue and teeth working the pliant flesh. Weakly, my fingers curled in his hair as his mouth latched onto one puckered nipple. Catching my breath, I pulled his hair until he met my gaze. Finally, he let my nipple pop free as he pushed his way up my body.

Hungrily, I met his kiss, a moan hiccupping past my lips as my desire reawakened. I let my fingernails bite into his nape. I savored the snarl vibrating from his chest, his pecs pressed against my breast, his hair tickling my nipples. As the full weight of him came to rest between my thighs, his knees pushed my legs wider apart, and he pushed his length into my tender flesh.

Feeling the nudge of his cock against my core, I flinched slightly. No matter how turned on I was, the fact was that my virginity still hovered like a thin veil between us. Even with the orgasm still humming in my blood, I couldn't help the sliver of fear claiming me, causing me to stiffen under him.

He must've noticed the change in me because he pulled back. "You all right?"

"I j-just wanted you to remember …" Damn, I didn't want to relive that moment at his club. The one where I admitted I was a virgin, and Mr. Edward Cullen froze back into that glacier of a man he'd once been. It'd taken a lot to break through his icy exterior, and I didn't think I had it in me to melt the wall again. Clearing my throat, past the fear, I cautiously met his gaze. "I … I … I've never gone all the way … I just wanted you to remember that."

His lips spread apart in a wide grin. Edward's head dropped down to nuzzle mine, dropping a kiss to the tip of my nose. "Baby, I know … I feel your innocence every time I put these fingers up there …"

I combed my fingers over his nape, letting the tips trail over his shoulders to those pecs. Staring him in the eye, I gave a hard shove, effectively unseating him. When he rolled away from me, I quickly climbed on top of his stunned form. "It's my turn, Mr. Cullen."

His lashes dropped as a haze clouded his gaze. "Leave me in suspense no longer, beautiful."

Straddling his thighs, I nibbled my way across his jaw, loving the sound of his breath turning husky. Edward's chin tilted as I licked down his neck, sucking on the pulse; my brow flickered with an impulsive decision. I felt the beat of his blood pumping in his jugular, and this overwhelming urge to mark him as mine grabbed me and refused to let go. Greedily, I sucked at his skin, knowing I was leaving my mark, and I fully anticipated him stopping me.

The strangest thing happened, however. Instead of pushing me away and refusing to let me, he wound his fingers in my hair and pressed my mouth tighter against him. Eager to mark him as mine, I hungrily drew upon his flesh, leaving the milky white tissue a deep dark purple. Breaking loose, I said, "You taste so fucking good."

As I broke away, he used his fisted hand to lift my face to his for a kiss. His kiss was full of possession and hunger, leaving me dazed as I pulled free from his ravenous lips. "I'm far from finished, Edward …"

"Please, do continue," he grunted, licking dry lips as I kissed a trail down his chest.

I feasted on every inch of his chest, lingering to lick over his pebbled nipples, before continuing down his abdomen. My tongue mapped the chiseled lines of his abs, and I slid my hand down his body to cup his erection. Encircling his velvet spike in eager fingers, I explored his length from the base to the crown, my actions directed by the sounds he created. Sitting back on my knees, I leaned forward and licked the beast.

The way he groaned as his cock slipped past my lips spurred me on. Enthusiastically, I sucked his swollen length until he was bucking wildly into my mouth. Feeling the head brush the back of my throat, I gagged, my eyes watering, yet I couldn't seem to stop. I suppose this is what he'd meant when he said he just had to eat me … his taste … feel … hardness was so damn addicting.

I was prepared to see him to the end of this journey. I actually longed to taste his essence slide down my throat. I felt him swell against my tongue, and just when I thought he would lose control, his fingers tugged at my hair. Questioning, I glanced up, and his pained groan left me wondering if I'd done something wrong. "Babe, you okay?"

He didn't loosen his grip on my hair as he pulled me up his body. "I don't want my cock in your mouth, woman. Wanna feel that pussy something fierce."

With that simple explanation, he rolled me to my back and pushed into a sitting position. When I would've stopped his retreat, he grinned over his shoulder, saying, "Condom, woman … need a condom, then I'll be buried to the fucking root."

I heard Edward pull the nightstand drawer open and shuffle the contents around. Within minutes, he was back with a foiled square and a wicked-looking tube. My brows drew tight as I tried and failed to read the label. Curiously, I reached out for it, yet Edward grabbed it first. "What's that?"

"Something to help ease this process," Edward informed me as he settled between my thighs. Ripping the foil with his teeth, he slid the condom down his smooth length before opening the tube and squirted liquid across his fingers. Vigorously, he rubbed the fluid over my clit before darting into my channel. "How's that feel?"

Instantly, my flesh awakened with a renewed tingle, and my hips lifted to meet the slow thrust of his seeking fingers. The ache started low in my belly and rippled throughout my body. As my clit throbbed to life, I groaned, reaching for him. Edward didn't disappointment me either. Dropping down low, he draped my leg over his forearm as his lips settled over mine.

This time when his lips slid over mine, I felt his length probe my opening, and I gasped into our kiss as my entrance stretched, adjusting to his size and strength. My nails bit into his back, seeking purchase in his dynamic muscles as he pressed deeper. Heat mixed with a delicious tingle erupted in my entrance, creating the most amazing sensations, causing my limbs to go weak.

Edward readjusted his weight over me, his thighs spreading mine farther apart, and he rocked his hips, pushing another inch inside. His tortured groan filled the room, perspiration breaking out across his chest as he sought control. "Motherfucker, you are so tight … wet … I wanna fuck you so bad right now."

As he spoke, his fingers dug into my buttocks, holding me steady as he pushed farther inside. Gradually, inch by incredible inch sunk into my warm channel until he nudged the proof of my innocence. When he hesitated, I curled my fingers into his biceps and attempted to lift my hips, claiming this arrogant, egotistical man as my own, yet he refused to budge. "Edward …"

His fingertips burrowed into my hips, holding me still. "Baby, hold still … I'm teetering on the brink of losing my shit … Don't wanna hurt ya …"

I willed myself to listen to Edward, and the fact he was worried about hurting me touched a spot deep within me. I felt tears well in my eyes as I gazed into his handsome face; lifting a finger, I trailed it along his clenched jaw. "Y-you're not hurting me, Edward. It's only a little discomfort and something that is bound to happen. Just … just …"

Maybe it was the words, or perhaps I looked a certain way, I'm not sure what it was, but all of a sudden, his chest dropped to mine, pressing me into the mattress. Licking my chin, his lips slipped to my neck, and his hips withdrew before rocking forward. His length stretched and filled me, the friction between our bodies leaving me breathless. As the tension eased from my muscles, he took me by surprise, withdrawing one last time, he plunged forward until he was seated to the root of his shaft.

"Oh my," I cried out, my nails scrapping into his shoulders as my back involuntarily arched in response. I felt so full, and yes, there had been a fraction of pain, but nothing compared to the pleasure spiraling through me. Gasping, scratching at his back, I lifted up, trying to get closer. His head fell against mine, his breath turning raspy, and his eyes dropped closed. Kissing the bridge of his nose, I wiggled my hips, silently encouraging, begging him to continue. "I feel so full … possessed … you own me … never felt so good."

Those must've been the magic words because his eyes popped open, and never breaking eye contact, he withdrew and thrust forward slowly. Readjusting his weight, he set a slow rhythm, nudging that magic button inside, causing me to wither beneath him. "Ahhh … oh my … just like that … so goood."

I was so engrossed in the sensation rocketing throughout my body I couldn't focus on anything else. My hands slipped down his sleek abs, enjoying the hard flesh, working diligently to fulfill the craving that went far beyond my body—touching my soul. Desperation took over, and I clawed and grasped, trying to get closer as I learned into the motion of his hips. I draped a leg over his hip, scrapping across his skin, loving this whole new world he was creating for me. Gulping a moan back, I cried out, "Edward, I need … I need more."

"Insatiable, woman," he growled, his arms wound around my back as he held me tight against him, and his movements turned erratic. Sweat coated his skin, his breathing turning choppy, and he bent forward to trace his tongue over my breast. He sucked my nipple into his hot mouth, drawing on the bead.

The headboard thudded against the wall as wet skin slapped against wet skin. Moans and answering growls echoed off the walls, yet I was oblivious to everything happening around me, completely entranced by Edward Cullen. He was the most beautiful person I'd ever been fortunate enough to gaze upon.

My fingers coasted over his solid form. This need—desperation—to devour him filling me. Crying out, I nipped his arms, loving his salty essence on my tongue. I felt Edward kiss along my neck to that spot between my shoulder and neck. Viciously, he sucked and bit at the tender skin, officially marking me as his.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he reached between our bodies, his fingers playing over my clit like a violinist. His wicked fingers kept time with his thrusts, and the most earthshaking convulsions started. "Oh my … Edward, I'm … it … ooooh."

All of a sudden, I was spiraling a million miles away, my thighs tightening over his lean hips as I flew to another dimension. The sensations were so in invigorating I had no desire to return to this planet. "Holy shit … so good."

"That's it, baby," he growled next to my ear as he sought his own vortex. "Feel so fucking good, coming all over this big cock. Fuck … can't get enough of this pussy … never get enough … shit, so wet and tight."

Holding my hips to the bed, he rocked wildly into my tight passage, and with another solid thrust, he joined me in heaven. A roar erupted from his throat, the cords around his neck drawing tight, and he planted his cock to the hilt and ground deep as he found his release. Spent, his weight collapsed on mine, and I wrapped my arms around him. I kissed his temple and merely lay there in his embrace.

Please Review

A/N: Well, that happened. Let us know what you think. I'm sure y'all need a minute to compose yourselves. Until later lovelies! Have a great week!