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His hands go to my waist, gripping tightly. "You're going be the death of me, Bella."
I chuckle huskily, placing my palms on his shoulders as I press against him. "I want to be the life of you."
"Oh, baby," he sighs, moving his hands to my butt and pulling me tightly against him. "Are you sure you're ready?"
I hum at the warmth from behind me, scooting back to bring our bodies flush. The memories bombard me, images from our happiest moments flashing by, and I'm unable to bury the melancholy that's clawing its way to the surface.
Sweaty and breathless, Emmett collapses with a hum of satisfaction. I'm too blissed out to care that he's making it harder to draw each panting breath.
He lifts his head. Smiling wide. "That was fucking hot, baby. Where did you learn that tongue thing?"
My cheeks heat, even in my overly warm state, and I pry open my eyes. "Rose has been really helpful. I'm glad I finally opened up to my friends."
He gives me his usual boyish smile. "Me too, baby. Me too."
Something long, thick, and hard settles against my ass, and wandering fingers anchor beneath my side as a strong arm encircles my waist.
I push open the door, Alice and I talking without a care in the world. The first thing that hits me is the moans. Low and throaty, they override our conversation, bringing it to a halt. My eyes follow the sound and my jaw drops, but no words come.
My fiancé is drilling into Rosalie Hale from behind. His hands are anchored to her tits as she rocks back onto his cock. Numbness blankets me like a fog, and I feel as if it's an illusion meant to drive me mad.
It isn't until Alice grabs my arm and pulls me from the room when reality crashes over me in wave after wave. Hot tears flow like rivers from my eyes, and my chest constricts.
Life as I know it is over.
My eyes pop open, and it's pitch black in the room. The weight of Edward surrounding me is the only thing tethering me to reality. His arm is making me feel secure, and his grip is tight. The feel of him pressed close is a familiar yet strikingly new sensation at the same time.
With every beat of my heart, pain is pumped through my veins, images are forced into my mind, and yearning builds. I ache to rotate my hips and revel in something real, to bury my hurt in pleasure. Edward and his giant cock are so very tempting.
Tears leak down my cheeks and settle in the crisp, white sheets. I'm pathetic. A pitiful little girl who was incapable of pleasing her fiancé. I sniffle, wiping my face in an attempt to pull myself together, but it's impossible. My heart is shattered, open and bleeding, and my mind is hellbent on punishing me.
"Bella," Edward mumbles, tugging his hand free and running it across my stomach. "Are you okay?"
I push backward, arching against the solid rod that's settled between my cheeks. I moan at how good it feels. His returning groan is gruff and husky, sending pulses of want flickering to my clit. I'm torn between another meltdown or burying my pain in desire.
His fingers trail to the edge of my tee and slip beneath the hem. My breath catches, but otherwise, I don't react. "I can make it better," he murmurs, more awake now than before. He grips my breast, rolling the nipple between two fingers. "Let me do this for you." His breath blows hot against my neck. "All you have to do is ask, Bella."
My eyes fall closed as I waver between heaven and hell.
Completion and destruction.
Agony and ecstasy.
I roll to face him, my mind made up. "Please, Edward."
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