A/N: I think some of you have been waiting for this one. *smirks*

Huggles and smoochies to my Pufferfish, HammerHips, for her confidence-boosting email and comments about this one, and to JaspersIzzy who begged hard for it.

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Now on to...well, you'll see. ;)

Chapter 9

He was standing there looking soooo fucking hot, his hand outstretched toward me, the epitome of a god in his gunmetal gray Armani, black shirt, black tie. My absolute favorite combination.

A plain black mask covered his eyes, but I'd know those FuckMe Emeralds of his anywhere. His hand beckoned like a magnet, its counterpart somewhere in my gut drawing me to him.

Taking my one hand in his, his other sliding around to just above my ass, his voice was low, sexy, and impossible to refuse. "Dance with me."

Like the flip of a switch, the music started. He gathered me in, holding me, leading me, guiding me in each step of the dance and around the other couples on the floor.

It was a waltz.

The fuck if I knew how to waltz.

But it didn't matter, as he twirled and took me with him. The room spun and the couples hidden behind masks flew by. Spinning and spinning, my head growing dizzy, my eyes closed as he led me across the dance floor.

I'd never been one for queasiness, but a few more seconds and I was gonna hurl.

"Edward, I need to stop."

"It's almost over."

"No Edward, really. I can't-"

"What's the matter, Beller? Can't handle a little two-step?"

My eyes flew open to see the same black mask, but the hair, the face…The music stopped just as he twisted my arms behind my back, our chins nearly touching, his warm whiskey-laced breath nearly making me puke.

"J-jasper?" Disbelief, shock, and then…

Terror.

With that, he spun me around, one hand on my throat, the other pinning my wrists together. I could feel his smirk against my ear, his lips brushing the edge. "Now, where were we?" His hand gripped tighter as I overcame my fear trying to wrench it away, but his fingers pinched further into my throat.

I did the only thing I could think of doing.

"Edward!" I screamed with all I had, my hands struggling to break free, twisting my body as much as I could until his hand left my wrists to circle my waist, pulling me off the floor to behind a panel just off the side. My eyes desperately scanned the dance floor, as my hands fought his arm, searching for him, searching for anyone.

It was completely empty.

"Say adios to Eddie, Beller." His sadistic laugh in my ear made me struggle one last time, digging my fingernails into the skin of his arm.

"No! Ed-" I choked out again.

"Bella!"

I heard his voice just as the stars began to twinkle on the edges of my vision, but the viselike hold on my throat now cut off all attempts at making any sound.

"No use strugglin', Darlin, there's no one to hear you."

Fuck, it was like déjà vu, and I kicked my heel back into his shin.

"Fuckin' bitch." He snarled, the side of my face smacking hard into a wall.

His body pinned me, the hand not on my throat lifting my dress higher and higher…

My lips formed his name one last time.

Edward

"Bella! Wake up!"

My shoulders shook, my one hand pushing against the hardness in front of me, the other flying up to the one on the side of my neck, pulling at it, tugging it away, fighting for every last bit of air that was left.

"Bella! You're dreaming! Wake UP!" My eyes shot open, my lungs gasping for air, and there he was.

Edward.

I shot straight up, my arms flying around his neck, clutching his shirt and the hair my fingers found at the nape of his neck. He pulled me closer, the safety of those amazing fingers spread across my back.

"Please let it be you. Please let it be you." I repeated over and over, as I felt him rock me slowly back and forth.

"It's me, it's me. Shhhhh."

I hung on to him even tighter, my breaths coming short and frantic.

Another goddamn nightmare.

"It was h-him."

I'd never hyperventilated before, but something told me I was close.

"Jasper?" He stopped rocking.

"N-no, first it was you…then it was him. He…I…" I shut my eyes trying to catch my breath. His hand came up to the back of my neck, his fingers in my hair. "You…you wanted me to dance. A waltz."

"A waltz?"

"Yeah, I know. And…and you kept spinning me, faster and faster, and then suddenly it was his voice. Y-you turned into him. He had his hand around my throat. He…"

"Shhh. It's me now."

"He…he told me to tell you goodbye." I mumbled as I buried my face into his neck.

"Oh, Bella…baby, it's just a nightmare. I'm not going anywhere."

My entire body tensed.

Baby. He'd called me this wasn't the first time.

"Talk to me, baby. I need to hear you."

My stomach dropped, making me lift my head from where I'd buried it in his shoulder, the emerald of his eyes now a dark stormy green.

Baby.

"Bella…I…" His eyes went from mine, to my lips and back again.

Before he could finish, my fingers dug into his hair, pulling him to me, stopping him from uttering another word. Our mouths met as if starving, almost as if to temper any further unnecessary dialogue. Our tongues said everything that needed to be said, as he laid me softly back onto the bed, moving over me, pulling me on top of him as he went. Our bodies couldn't be close enough, our hands couldn't touch enough, our tongues couldn't get enough of the other. Whatever was happening, between my legs, inside my head, and somewhere between the two, it didn't matter, because I knew he meant it, that he would never go anywhere, as long as Assper was out there. Somewhere.

Whatever he had been about to say, he didn't need to say it, and I was suddenly overcome with a new fear.

I suddenly lifted my lips from his. "Edward…" studying his face, my fingers coming up to touch what my eyes took in. "I don't…I'm…" I didn't know how to say it, to verbalize it, and even thinking it made me even more frightened than I already was. As if suddenly realizing I was only in my underwear, a shiver went through me, Edward's hand reaching down for the duvet and covering me almost instantaneously.

I laid my head back down on his chest, his body heat warming me. I wanted to say the words, wanted to tell him what I had been, and what I still was, but they wouldn't come out.

"I know you're scared, Bella. You don't want to admit it, but you don't have to. I can feel it in every ounce of you that's touching me right now."

My sudden flinch and quick intake of breath was affirmation enough.

Damn. What was he, reading my mind?

I closed my eyes, the softness of his shirt underneath my cheek, until I felt his hand softly run up and cover mine that was still lying on his collar bone. Gently wrapping his fingers around it, he lifted it brushing his lips across my palm, making me once again find those Emerald beacons as I lifted my head.

"Nothing will happen to you, Bella. I won't let it."

Staring back at him, the notion that plagued me began to chisel away at the cold hard shell that had taken so long to build, fortify, render impenetrable. Those FuckMe Emeralds, the hair that begged for my fingers, those infinitely kissable lips, my eyes roamed over each as I began to conceive what was once inconceivable. I couldn't make it stop, make it go away, and found myself fearing it more than anything Jasper could ever do to me.

"But what if…" I hesitated, slowly hiding my expression once again in his chest. Every muscle in my body was as taut as a bow string. Again, I couldn't say it. It was there, on the tip of my tongue - the same one that had just been wrapped around Edward's, just as my body now was.

"But what?" He prodded.

My hand still in his, I squeezed his fingertips tight, remembering suddenly that night on the boat where in the midst of the most incredible fuck ever, I'd uttered his name. That night, and all the days and nights since that fateful one where Jasper had nearly…

I didn't give a fuck if he felt guilty.

I didn't give a fuck if it was some semblance of misplaced chivalry.

I didn't give a fuck if it was just because I was his fuck of the century.

Because somewhere down deep, I knew it was more than that. More than I could understand, explain, or fathom even, and the thought of losing it gave me the stones to voice what now scared the shit out of me.

"What if something happens to you." It was so soft, so low, I thought maybe he didn't hear me.

His chest rose swiftly and then lowered, my head lifting and falling with it, neither of us saying another word.

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

On Edward's stereo – Barber: Violin Concerto, Op. 14: II. Andante

Fuck, I couldn't sit anymore. Throwing my laptop to the side of me on the couch, I made my way over to the windows to stare out at the beautiful Saturday summer evening that was the city. An evening I should be out in, enjoying, strolling along the lakefront with the rest of Chicago. Hell, I'd even go on the fucking Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier if it meant I could get out of here.

It was the kind of night Jasper and I would've fucked in some corner behind the Planetarium, or a recessed doorway in an alley or…

Jesus, Bella, do NOT go there.

My hand pressed against the cool glass of the window.

Earlier, I'd left the comfort of Edward's arms and bed for his shower, needing the rush of steaming hot water over my skin to rid the tension, to wash away what had been a morning of what seemed like one catastrophe after another, one revelation after another, one giant fuckton of bullshit dropped squarely and permanently on my shoulders. I'd already showered that morning before heading into the office, but it didn't matter. I needed alone time, me time, and somehow I think Edward knew it. He'd wisely left me alone after that. It was obvious we weren't going back to the office, and even if I'd wanted to, I was sure Edward would handcuff me to a bedpost before I could escape.

So damn tempting.

Then, while drying my hair, I began devising a plan to get Edward in the very same cuffs that had been around my wrists in his guest room.

Even more tempting.

But after various scenarios and run-throughs, I knew he'd see it coming - see me coming – a double entendre unfulfilled.

Walking out of the bedroom in the shortest of black shorts and a white tank, along with a lovely deep blue bra and matching wisp of a thong I didn't buy, he didn't even glance up as I found my briefcase and pulled out my laptop, but my see-through tank was a clue we weren't leaving this place today. He was already at his desk, some classical music I'd never heard wafting from his stereo. Haunting, yet relaxing at the same time, it wasn't something I would expect from him, so I snuck a glance at the stereo, the CD case lying on top.

Enigmaward exists. At least I have that to comfort me.

It was only after a half hour that he asked me how I was, and I gave him the requisite "Better", conveniently not mentioning I still felt tired and a tad hungover.

So there we were, two peas in a prison – Edward at his desk, me on the couch. After a while, he offered to make sandwiches, but I couldn't even think about food let alone eat it, so I begrudgingly accepted a cup of tea and toast once again, which he brought to me.

I could get used to that.

After checking and responding to all of my email, I tried to concentrate on my notes and outlines for the days ahead, each day's presentations, but I couldn't help thinking…

My damn office, and the white box that had been in it.

Or Rose's interrogation.

Or the return of Gargantupuke.

Or the nightmare that had been Jasper's hand on my throat.

Each scene on a loop as I stared at my computer screen, interrupting my already fucked concentration as I tried to headfake Edward into thinking I was unaffected. But their prevalence had nothing on the reoccurrence of what had happened just a few hours ago.

The damn nightmare, hurling myself into Edward's arms, the slow realization that I might actually be terrified that something might happen to him.

My stomach gurgled as if getting a signal from my head.

Finally being able to acknowledge fear for myself was one thing, but now feeling…helpless – the word was like shit on my tongue – about Edward was a complete mindfuck. Saying the L word in the midst of an intense orgasm was one thing, and that's if I even said it. Struggling with the concept that I actually gave a damn, really gave a damn, about him…about what Assper could do to him…was another thing altogether.

I didn't like it.

No.

I fucking hated it.

He had yet to call in the police, relying on Emmett and his guys, and I wasn't sure if that was such a good idea anymore. Of course, I understood why. God forbid they find out about the club, or Emmett, or any of that. Although from my vantage point on the couch, I knew he wasn't even remotely working on anything from the office. I couldn't remember seeing him like this before, beyond intense, even that day in his office when Assper had nearly walked in on us. I would've bet good money he was researching something, most likely trying to find a link between Jasper and whoever was helping the asshole, and my inner Nancy Drew poked her plaid-wearing, loafer sportin' self to attention. File folders flew out of drawers, were opened, riffled through, and then put back in. I wouldn't think twice about sneaking a glance if they had been left on his desk, but unlike Nancy, I wasn't going to even attempt to open a drawer.

So I pretended to work, just as he did, until I started going over it all, once again wracking my brain for the idiot in the office, anyone Assper might have looked twice at, anyone who made fucking googly eyes at him. Every assistant, every short skirt that I could imagine that was even remotely contemplating a move up the corporate ladder. Any and all of the usual suspects who may have had his dick when I didn't.

The fuck was I thinking? There was no one he wanted more than me, no one that even came close.

Was there?

Was it even…a woman?

Whoa.

Did Jasper have back door issues? Was he a top or a bottom?

Definitely a bottom.

Christ, this is getting me nowhere.

Now, gazing out the window, trying to get a handle on my off-the-charts anxiety, beyond irritated, not even going to attempt a drop of alcohol, I was…

Cornered.

Yes, that was the word. Cornered and caged just like half of me knew I would be, the other half a complete psychotic mess over whatever was happening between me and Edward. Was it love? Fuck if I knew. Would he call it that if I asked him? Wasn't even going there.

Breathe, Bella. Breathe.

"What is it?" Quick, direct, to the point. I may have flinched.

Damn it to hell.

"Nothing." I tried to mimic him.

"Bella, you've never been overly forthcoming, but give me some credit here."

I raised my other hand to the glass, pressing into it, not giving a shit if he flipped his shit over the fingerprints. Hire a goddamn maid.

"Don't worry about it." I muttered back, suddenly feeling exhausted. No, beyond that, and I couldn't think of a word that worked. Somebody needed to invent that word.

I let my head fall against the cool glass, my eyelids like lead even though I'd just slept for a gazillion hours. I couldn't tell him I just want this to be over, that I wanted my life back. That a part of me yearned for, needed what I had at Heaven, but it wasn't even that. I wasn't about to go all in, or more so than I'd already had, until he showed his cards, and he had yet to even raise me.

"You need to eat something, if you can."

The mention of food suddenly made me want to storm some cheap buffet and effectively quashed thoughts of anything else.

"Chinese." For some reason, it sounded absolutely mouthwatering. "Moo Shoo Pork."

When I didn't hear a reply, I turned to him. "What?"

It was as if I had a big bloodshot eye right in the middle of my forehead.

"Nothing." Oh, so now it was his turn.

The staredown lasted for all of 5 seconds, Edward finally relenting to make the call to order takeout.

One chicken fried rice, one chicken and green beans, two egg rolls, aforementioned Moo Shoo Pork, a rather pricey Cab from Edward's collection of which I barely had one glass, and complete silence later, I sat back in my chair, looking down at my stuffed pooch.

"Feeling better?" He looked at me, a piece of chicken in his chopsticks. I'd gone from my gut, to staring at his mouth, those lips…

Patting my now full tummy, I simply nodded giving him a soft smile that I knew wouldn't fool him and started gathering up my plate and a few empty containers to clear the table. The walk away from him and his gaze my number one priority. Sitting across from him, shoveling Chinese food into my mouth hadn't helped me decipher what the hell was in his head. I knew he was only trying to keep me safe by keeping me here, but I couldn't get rid of the feeling of being trapped. For about fifteen minutes, I actually considered his request to cooperate, just like he wanted, but the solitary confinement was starting to wear. That on top of this feeling that I'd said too much, lost my edge, and my frustration grew.

So I did the only thing I could do – started to clean. Taking the path to and from the table with containers, loading dishes into his dishwasher, all while avoiding any eye contact. Cleaning had always been one of my outlets, and since I didn't know where he kept his furniture polish, rubber gloves, or even bathroom cleaner, I made do with what I had.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Stop."

"No." I squatted down to rummage under his sink to not only look for anything to lengthen my quest, but to keep from catching those FuckMe Emeralds I knew now blazed a dark forest green. The scrape of his chair across the floor made me freeze for a split second, but I didn't look up, until I heard him approach behind me.

His feet were now just to the left of me, but I kept right on pilfering his cleaning products stash, ignoring him, until his fingers squeezed my upper arm, and I was being forcefully pulled to my feet.

The memory of his grip on my arm in his office flashed.

"Wha-"

Cut off by his rough tug on my arm, he pulled me behind him, his fingers digging into my skin, dragging me out of the kitchen and down the hall.

"Let go of me." I tried to wrench my arm from him but his hand was too tight, my feet scurrying to keep up with him.

He didn't say a word as he threw open the guest room door and me in right after it, pushing me toward the foot of the bed, finally letting me go to walk over to the dresser. Reeling at the manhandling, I wasn't sure if I was more excited or panicked. We were in the room. Edward's room.

My inner thighs began to ache.

"What are you-"

"Shut up." He nearly growled, opening one drawer, then another. "Here." Something came flying back at me, Edward not even looking back as I caught it.

Handcuffs.

Real, metal, honest to goodness ones. No fluffy cushion, no leather, the kind the cops used. I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Holy shit.

I glanced up just in time to see him turn around, his eyelids half-closed, the shadow of his cheekbones fierce, his mouth rigid, and in his hand…

A cane. Bamboo from the looks of it.

He couldn't possibly be thinking…

I glanced down at the cuffs in my hands, back at the cane and then back up into those stormy Emeralds that had nearly gone black. Frozen at the foot of the bed, my tits lifted up and down so fast even I could see them as my breathing quickened.

I nearly rubbed my ass in alarmed anticipation.

"Do I have to show you how to use them?" He took the three or four strides across the room to tower over me, throwing the cane on the bed as he did, grabbing the cuffs from my hands. His empty hand suddenly went over his head, pulling his t-shirt off. Then it worked the button and zipper on his shorts, left only in gray boxer briefs, his dick already at attention.

What the fuck? What is he...?

"Do it, Bella." He said through pursed lips as he cuffed one wrist and brought them around to his back, turning around so I could finish the other. His bare back, the ripple of muscle after muscle screaming for my fingernails.

He wanted me to…him? "Edward, no-"

"DO IT!"

I reacted instantly, instinctually, obeying his command and taking the empty cuff with my hand as if it were detached from me, belonging solely to his whim, slamming it on his other wrist. He turned to face me without me saying a word, without prompting, as I stood shellshocked staring at his abs. I felt myself being transported back, back, my history fighting with my present as my eyes trailed a path from his abs up the middle of his chest afraid of what I would find if I went any higher. But when I saw his chin lower, his eyes to the floor, it was Yours and the first time he stood in front of me, all skin, black silk and black mask, dick at just past half-mast. My tongue reflexively ran over my bottom lip, as my eyes drank in every inch of him.

Then it hit me. He was doing this for me, because somehow, someway he knew it was what I needed.

"You're…you're beautiful." It escaped my lips before I even knew I'd said it, and his chin pulled up almost infinitesimally.

Everything that had been that first time, all of the things I'd wanted to do to him, to kiss those infinitely kissable lips, to hold that magnificent cock in the palm of my hand, to wield over him what I thought he wanted…what I so desperately needed.

My hand flew from my side, my fingers seeking and tugging at the waistband of what I'd wanted to rid him of that first time. Pushing the material down his thighs, seeing his cock spring free, my hand running up and down his length just as it had wanted to do from the first time I'd seen it stretch against silk.

As if waking from a long nap, the lioness lifted her head.

Reaching down to massage his balls noticing his quick inhale when I did, I led my hand once again up him, my fingers wrapping around him stroking until I let go to roam the firm skin of his abs. My fingernails trailed as I walked around him, grabbing the cane off the bed with my other hand, feeling the tensing of his ass as my nails scratched over his skin.

The Queen returned from exile.

"Bend over." The humming between my legs nearly drowned out my words as I tore my tank over my head and dropped my shorts, flinging them in front of him so that he would know I only wore the demi bra and thong he'd laid out on the bed for me that morning. The expectation and excitement built as I slapped the cane back and forth between his thighs to get him to spread his legs. I watched the muscle of his quads tighten, his feet move apart obediently, as his head lowered slowly bending forward. I paused for a moment to take in how absolutely perfect his ass was, until the cane in my hand sprung, the glance soft by my standards, but enough to leave a beautiful pinking streak on his right ass cheek. He didn't move a muscle, until I leaned down to slowly touch my tongue to his skin, running it over the mark I'd just left, feeling him shudder as I did. The sound of his inhale made me take a step back and look at him again.

Yours.

Edward.

Mine.

The words came out of nowhere, like slingshot pellets into my brain. The cane slipped from my fingers, cracking against the wood floor.

What the hell…?

His head twisted around, his hips shifting, and the movement caused me to glance up to see his brow furrowed, questioning. My eyes left his to roam once again over his body, my foot sliding back of its own volition.

"Bring me the key, Bella." I saw his lips move out the corner of my eye, what came from them only half registering.

My other foot slid back another step. I didn't know why. It was another out of body experience, but this time I was even more disconnected, my head feeling like it was detached from the rest of me. My fingers flexed, wanting to feel the cool wood of the cane and strike once again, my mind in two halves, my leading foot on the verge of stepping into a black hole.

Yes…No…Yes…No…

"On top of the dresser. Get it and bring it to me. Now."

"I wanted to know the businesswoman and the woman in the bedroom, because the King needs his Queen."

"I feel very protective of you."

"Nothing will happen to you, Bella. I won't let it."

The sound bites went off in my mind without warning. For a moment, my head went side to side, hearing, remembering, my eyes focusing on the now reddening mark across that beautiful ass that was...

"Bella you are so fucking beautiful like that."

"Mine!"

"Bella! Get me the KEY!" His voice was like a kettledrum, the words like mallets struck. My hand whipped behind me as my feet moved backwards, running into the dresser, snatching the key from the top of it, squeezing it in my hand. He was standing upright now, half turned toward me.

"What…do…you…want…Bella?"

My eyes found his, the Emerald homing beacons calling me, urging me forward. The steps back to him were in slow motion, yards and yards in front of me, but my feet moved, one in front of the other, until I stood next to him, tearing my eyes from his to see his hands and the cuffs around them.

"Unlock them, Bella. Put the key in and turn." I did as he asked, putting the key in the lock, turning, watching my hands taking one cuff off, then the other as if I were watching someone else do it. Other hands, other fingers…

"Goddammit, Bella." Edward breathed out, his hands suddenly on my hips spinning into his arms before I knew it, his one hand on my ass, the other at the back of my neck. My body nearly limp in his arms.

"Speak, dammit. Say…something…fuck." His mouth came crashing down on mine, my own arms dangling like dead fish at my sides. Unable to think why or how or anything of substance, my lips obeyed his insistence, his tongue forcing its way in, clutching me so tightly to him I could hardly breathe.

I want you.

The words like a whispershout.

Oh Edward, I want you.

Holy Sleeping fucking Beauty.

My hand skimmed up the flexing muscles on his arm finding renewed strength, landing on that gorgeous chiseled jaw, pouring myself into the kiss, into him, my tongue now as violent as his.

Gasping, his lips left mine suddenly flinging me around, my ass to his dick as he pulled me to the bed. Sitting down, he threw me over his thighs like I was a doll, my tits crashing into the top of his thighs, the air rushing out of me in a whoosh.

"Ed-" Was all I could get out when suddenly his palm was on my right ass cheek. Only a slight hesitation, a groan from deep within his chest, punctuated by a lightening-quick smack on my ass.

"Unh!" I couldn't help the scream escaping me, my mind and body lost in a whirling vortex.

"Say it." His breaths were rough, ragged, rubbing my ass with his hand, his fingers tortuously light, caressing.

"O-one." I shuddered out, digging deep to dredge up long forgotten training, my tightening abdomen pressed against his other thigh, my insides clenching on cue.

Another smack hit my other ass cheek, the sting from it going right to that spot inside me. "No, Bella! SAY it!"

Say? Say…what? I nearly moaned out loud, not understanding, my head falling down in complete futility, my hand clutching his calf.

"Fuck!" He yelled as he flung his arm around my waist, heaving me around and up until I was standing, my legs like rubber, propped against him and his hand on my lower back. I could hardly focus, my eyes blinking, my mind spinning. I didn't know what he wanted. I didn't know what I wanted.

I didn'tknow anything except for the sweet throbbing torture, my pussy wet, burning, craving him and sweet, sweet release.

His fingers jerked my chin up, demanding my attention. His eyes searched mine, pushing me back with his body as I barely felt my feet hitting the floor, moving backwards, looking up into…blinking once again to push back my body's demands, nearly coming as I met his stare.

"Do you even know what you do to me?" He groaned, grabbing the edge of my thong, ripping the fine lace as if it were tissue, as my back hit something hard. The wall near the door.

Tell me.

"I know you feel it. I feel it." The tip of his dick was against my clit, his hand guiding it, rubbing it against me, as he sunk lower, my thighs automatically spreading further for him. "They're just…words, Bella."

My calf slid up over his, my knee bending, my thigh crossing his until my leg was around him.

Show me.

My hips tilted up to him trying to tell him what I was incapable of uttering, speaking - that magnificent cock inside me, him inside me. In a haze, my eyes once again traveled over his lips barely able to meet his eyes, until I felt the tip of his dick tease exactly where I wanted him.

My lips parted, sucking in air, as he slid that perfect cock into me tortuously slow. Hearing my own moan as he went further and further, filling me, until his hands were on my ass, lifting me, nearly pulling back out slightly only to thrust in again, so hard my back banged against the door.

"Fuck…me..." I finally heard myself say. "Ed…ward. Just-" Another withdrawal, followed by a deeper thrust and a moan from deep inside his chest.

"Feel it, Bella. Feel…meee," he grunted again, ramming me faster, harder, my back punishing the wall behind it.

"Y-yesss." There would never be another fuck for me like him. There would never be anyone who knew what to do, what toy to use, what button to push.

Except him.

Driving in me once more, my head went back, giving in, feeling him, my body his, my mind his, my soul…

His.

"I want…you, Bella." Thrust.

"Only…you." Pound.

"Yesss. Yesss." I panted, feeling my muscles squeezing around him almost painfully, blissfully, trying to hold on. My fingers dug into the skin on his shoulders, his back.

Until I couldn't hold on anymore.

"Eddww…" The rest of his name was lost, the cry from my lips beyond description, as I came like I'd never come before, even with him. My body seized and rolled with every wave, my hands wrapping around his neck, clutching. The sounds coming from me like nothing I'd ever heard before. The muscles in my neck gave way, my head dropping to his shoulder as he grunted one final time, pinning me with such force my head bounced up and dropped again.

"Bell…laah…"

All the delicious warmth that was him spilled inside me, a long, low moan punctuating his last plunge into me, every muscle in his body shaking, as he held me against the wall.

"Ed…" I barely whispered through gasps for air.

As if knowing I couldn't hold onto him for much longer, he gathered me up still inside me, walking to the bed, laying me back as he pulled out.

No, don't…

I reached up my hand to take his, pulling it and him with it, winding myself around him as he laid back. His heart was still racing just as mine was, our bodies hot and wet with sweat, the smell of us still lingering. I was obliterated and alive all at the same time, my body singing and sore, my brain fried and yet oh so…

Free.

Those lips, I needed them again as I wiggled my way back to them, taking them, owning them and his tongue. Until I needed to find air, our tongues continuing to touch, lick, suck, not with the force or demand of what had been, but slowly, effortlessly until it became soft kisses, lips brushing lips.

I broke away to find my FuckMe Emeralds had returned. Sitting up to straddle his waist, my hands resting just under his shoulders, I scrutinized every shade of green, every nuance of his face making up the passion I saw. The darkness gone replaced by something I couldn't put my finger on, something that kept me riveted, something that made my chest tighten, as his hands slowly crept up my back to pull me down, his fingers caressing the back of my head.

I let him guide me, laying my head back down, not knowing if it was love, or just the fuckawesome fuck, but suddenly I didn't care. To me, now, they were one in the same, and lying underneath me.

"You scared the shit out of me." He finally breathed.

"Ditto." I mumbled.

"Don't do it again."

"I'll work on it."

A/N:

Hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it. *sighs*

Let me know what you thought of this one, if you would. I'm anxious to know.