Sorry it took me forever to get this up… I got a bit sidetracked. I've decided this is the last chapter! Thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed this little tale : )

When we last met, Edward was planning on ravaging Bella. And ravage her, he does... Fo sho.

The ride back to Edward's apartment was silent and charged. I was aware of every move he made, every breath he took, every glance he stole. He didn't bother turning on the radio, so the silence was even more noticeable. But I didn't mind; the only thing I cared about was getting up to Edward's apartment before he completely shredded my clothes.

He sped more than usual but I didn't bother to say anything. I wanted what he wanted. Still I was surprised when we pulled into the parking lot, not realizing how quickly the ride had taken.

Edward turned off the car and turned to stare at me. He moved his hand and watched as it grazed my cheek, stroked my throat, and landed on my chest. With the backs of his fingers, Edward ran down my breast, making sure to just miss my nipple.

Bastard.

I don't know if I actually said the word out loud, or if my expression told him what I was thinking, but Edward let out a low little sexy laugh that I felt in my thighs. He lowered his head and I raised mine to meet his lips, but at the last second he pulled away.

"If I kiss you now, I'll fuck you right here."

No thoughts would form. My brain officially shut off at that statement, unable to wrap itself around the hotness.

"I have no qualms about fucking you here…" he added, leaning down so that he could breathe into my ear, "but I wouldn't want to get caught because then I'd have to stop."

"Oh, God," I whispered.

Edward moved back and smirked. "My cock's not going to spend more than a minute outside your body tonight, Isabella."

Jesus.

Before I could moan, whimper, whine, or beg--or all of the above-- Edward hopped out of the car and came to my side to assist me. Walking was a foreign concept, so the man seriously picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I must have looked totally flabbergasted, but Edward just laughed and ran to the elevator.

We weren't two steps into Edward's apartment before he ripped off my pants and opened his fly. He slammed the door shut and then pushed me into it as he struggled with boxers.

Once everything was ready, Edward wasted no time in entering me. The feeling was indescribable.

"Bella," he moaned desperately in my ear.

How I loved it when his normally silky voice became gritty and needy. It told me he needed me, wanted me, as much as I needed and wanted him. It's one thing to love someone so wholeheartedly; it's quite another to feel that love back just as strongly.

We were silent as he moved faster, all the passion and love communicated through our movements. Occasionally we called out one another's names as our hands roamed frantically.

Edward whispered "I love you" as he continued to move throughout both our orgasms, the sensation of his pulsating hips and the emotion of his words making it more intense than ever.

A few minutes later we calmed down and moved to the bedroom to delicately remove the rest of our clothes. Edward watched me the entire time, never taking his eyes from mine. Once we were completely naked, we stood there for a moment and I knew… I knew for sure that Edward was it for me. And judging from the look in his eyes, he knew it, too.

Hours later I emerged from Edward's bedroom for a glass of water. He followed me out, wrapping his arms around me as I poured the water from the faucet. I smirked as I realized how whipped I had the poor boy. The Edward from a while back would have been appalled.

"Bella… I'm going to marry you one day soon," Edward whispered unexpectedly into my neck.

I tensed. "What?"

Edward kissed my neck. "One day… when you're done with school and I have money. You're going to marry me."

"Oh?" I asked playfully, hoping I didn't sound too frightened. As much as the prospect of marriage scared the shit out of me, my heart couldn't help but race at the thought of being married to Edward.

"Yep," he murmured, moving my underwear and sliding inside of me slowly with no preambles. Not that I minded.

"Mmm, Edward?" I moaned, collapsing against the counter.

"I told you…" he said matter-of-factly, "I get lonely if it's more than a minute."

Gasping, I tried to turn my head so I could face him. "Things will be awkward when we get married, then, huh?"

He kissed my back and quickened his pace. "When?"

Shit. "It could be a really big mistake," I half-moaned. "You and I always make mistakes when it comes to each other, Edward."

Despite the truth in my statement, I wondered why I was even bothering arguing the point. Edward always got what he wanted, and it was usually what I wanted, too. And I was not exactly opposed to being Edward's wife… Not at all.

"Bella," he laughed, stepping away to spin me around before entering me again, "when the hell will you realize that you and I work best when we make mistakes? Fuck, we'll be an awesome married couple."

He started moving faster and words were lost.

But I couldn't help but feeling like he was right.

When we were finished, he kissed my forehead and then whispered against my lips, "You're my life now." Then he kissed me. "And one day, very soon, you'll be my wife."

One day, indeed.

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