His Quest

From the time she'd met Edward Volturi, he seemed to make his goal . . . his quest . . . to show her that not all men were like Mike. They could be attentive, caring. Could learn things about a woman simply by listening both in and out of the bedroom.

Especially in the bedroom.

It hadn't taken long for her to let down her guard in front of Edward. He'd snuck his way around the heavy walls she'd constructed around her heart and, somehow, made her feel more for him than she'd ever felt for any other man.

He was her dream.

He was exactly what her heart had craved.

And now that he'd set her body aflame, she was sure that her desire for him would only peak to a higher level. How could she function on a daily basis, knowing he could touch her like this? How could she concentrate another second on anything important when her body would constantly want his skin on hers, his mouth moving so smoothly across her planes?

He left her sex and traveled up her belly, leaving a trail of hot breath along the skin. She felt his mouth curve into a smile as his eyes took in her sated state, but she didn't have it in her to chastise him for his cockiness. He had every right to feel a bit smug . . . but she wanted to turn the tables just a bit to see if she could wipe that smirk away.

As he moved up her body, Bella began to move down his, shimmying her way down the bed as he held himself over her with his upper body strength. He watched her move curiously for just a second, but when her lips met the skin on his lower abdomen, her tongue peeking out to run a lap around his navel, he moaned and let his head tilt back in anticipation.

Without preamble, Bella took his thick cock deep inside her mouth.

The sensations too much for him to handle, Edward fell onto the bed, giving it his back. Bella followed ever movement, keeping him exactly where she needed him to be. She worked his length hard and fast, slowing down just a bit to tease him when she heard his breath catch, when she knew he'd been getting close.

She watched his fingers claw at the bed covers, the muscles in his abdomen tighten to hard ridges. He was beautiful, laid out before her, desperate for the pleasure she could provide. In that moment, after he'd filled her desires so completely and she had begun to fulfill his, she'd never felt so close to another person. The way she could read him – the look in his heavy lidded gaze relaying how much he wanted her, the movement of his body, telling her that he was at her mercy, the feel of his fingers caressing her face so lovingly in such a carnal moment showed her his utter devotion to her – that she felt intimate with a man for the first time in her life.

He was hers in every way.

And with a tug to her shoulders, Bella released him and was pulled onto his lap. His mouth crashed onto hers and they both let their emotions communicate through the touch.

A lover's touch.

Lovers.

Love.