Clothes gone. Pretence gone.

This is all about need and fire and passion.

And love, of course.

Frantic touches, kisses, sucks on skin.

Moans and groans and hisses of delight and need.

"Fucking shit-Edward," I whimper as I feel his lips right… there.

I look down and the sight just about makes me come.

But it's his words that enchant me.

And his expressions. I know him now, know what makes him think in some way, act in some way… look at me in some way.

"Good, so good," I gasp and he moans against me.

The vibrations are enough, even if his actions were not.

I scream; he moans.


Well, yeah...

I don't think I have anything to describe. :D

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