Perhaps a bit of poor Edward's point of view?
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Did she just say what I think she said?
"...don't fuck me."
Yes, she definitely just said that.
I swallow hard, my Adam's apple bobbing slowly and I feel my eyes darken, lust and adrenaline coursing through me like exited fans into a concert. And hell, excitement is laced there for sure.
My breathing has deepened and I clench my jaw hard. My hands itch to touch her, feel her divine skin under mine and watch her writhe and moan beneath me as I pound into... No!
I banish the thought, unsuccessfully, of course.
She's a child! One voice chastises me and it's right, she's so young!
But you wanna fuck her, don't you, Eddie? Another laughs wickedly.
Of course I do.
But...
"How long are you in London for?" I murmur, the muscles in my jaw fluttering as our knees touch, the electricity sparking between us instantly. Fuck!
"London? Oh! Uh, for about two weeks, I think." She smiles shyly and I smirk knowingly.
Of course, girls like her are around in London for short periods, vacations. Enough time for me to get my fill of her...
I grin suddenly and she's taken aback, her thighs clenching together unknowingly and I glance down swiftly then back up at her soft, heart-shaped, blushing face as her lips part, giving enough room for her tongue to poke through her teeth.
I want that tongue.
"Whoever said age was a matter between two, legal, consenting adults, Bree?" I arch an eyebrow and she bites her lip, sending waves to my already throbbing manhood.
I love Thursday nights.