Disclaimer:Stephanie Meyer created the twilight universe. The following story is in use of her property not intending to set flames.

Edward released our mouths from each other and looked into my eyes.

"Yes?" He questioned.

"Yes." I answered.

There wasn't a way to go back. Edward had already tasted the nature of my sexual side and sampled my body.

He could have easily rejected a second time between us, which would eventually led me back into a pinch- but he came back for seconds and offered more. His money and help was going be used to give my parents better care and gave me security knowing that bills were paid for and I could return to my life before I was swallowed with misery.

He had pulled apart all of my problems and pushed a solution into my direction. With all of his support, I'll finally be able to go back to how I was again; I could get back to the me before the lives and deaths of my parents were dropped onto my shoulders.

Crusty bread was nice, but it was only so long before it became too chewy, too dry and too bland.

It also weakened me, without the right nutrients I often felt fatigued and it forced me to stop my weekly voluntary work. The lack of funds were wearing me down, I became depressed and out of energy most of the time. I was physically and mentally unsuitable for volunteering at the local community centre.

I was hardly inspirational or encouraging when I was playing with the children or interacting with the elderly, so after a particularly stressful week at work I decided to quit volunteering altogether.

That left me with my cable TV at home to past the free time I have on my hands, eventually that was also an unaffordable luxury.

With his support, I'll be able to pay for cable TV again, I'll be able to enjoy better entertainment at home and to be able to pay for things. I wanted to be able to look at shoes and clothes in the shops without having to worry about not being able to pay for them; I wasn't a shopaholic and I hardly ever played Bella Barbie doll but it would have been nice to buy things that I wanted not needed for a change.

In that moment, the realisation made my mind more vulnerable- I felt utterly alone and isolated.

Due to the nature that I worked since I'd been a girl, it'd been hard to connect with others. I wasn't uncharming or unfriendly, but people found me unapproachable in social settings and that had rendered me with a handful of friends and none that were close enough to make a fun get together with. Not that I had the money after trying to support my adopted parents. Most of my life I'd been too independent –even after finding my own birth parents- and the habit of keeping to myself, not sharing my thoughts willingly had eliminated me the chances of making and keeping friends.

Throughout secondary school and high school I'd envied the groups of girls able to have sleepovers, shared secrets and had BFFs, then, in college everyone was busy getting drunk and getting laid, there wasn't much for me to fit in, so for most of my living hours I made myself useful.

It resulted in my professional skills and more advanced knowledge and integrity, but anything of emotional satisfaction I mostly gotten out of my books and movies.

Without the cable TV I was mostly left with bad TV which left me frustrated during my time at home. I cried and mumbled about my failures. My collection of books entertained me for a little while before I came out of the pages and fell back into real life.

In reality, I wanted social connection but it was even harder to obtain since I neither had the preconceived nature or the postnatal ability to learn the appropriate social skills. It was both a curse and a blessing; most days I was friendless but I was able to dedicate my time and efforts into work which was what had gotten me into this prestigious position in the first place.

Mr Masen saw my focus, good work, capabilities and spirit- perhaps my loneliness and took pity on me, letting me work for him. He gave me opportunities people could only imagine; how could I not take his next offer without being grateful?

You're selling your body, whore. I told myself.

It may have been the sad truth, but I had been Mr Masen's - Edward's- whore since the first time so what dignity would I bring back if I disagreed with going into a sex contract with him? Perhaps I was brainwashed or fell from my bed hard and caused permanent brain damage in my head but belonging to Mr Masen and Edward seemed like a good thing.

I felt secured, contented, albeit embarrassed for betraying my body and integrity like that but beggars had no choice and as far as things were going I was merely two steps away from the streets.

"Good girl." He stroked one side of my cheek and I fell back into his version of reality.

Edward had the power to create this dimension around him which sucked people in. It wasn't particularly nice if he wanted you to feel his wrath, but to be embraced by it, one could feel his universe of potential expanding. The power and mysterious unknown lands traps one's soul into Edward's charm.

I held onto his waistcoat and buried my head into his chest.

A sigh of relief escaped me as I finally reached the end of the tunnel and everything was going to be okay for the care of my adopted parents. Everything was going to fall back into place and all of that just for a few hours with Edward, a few times a week.

Soon enough he'll be tired of me, when that happened I would forget this part of my history. Sure I can.

"Come on." He tugged at my hands and led me to his table. "The sooner we get the contract out of the way, the faster we could start our weekend together."

Edward placed me into his chair and planted his butt on the top of his desk.

He produced two files from his top drawer, placed one in front of me on the table whilst he held the other one in his lap.

"I've had these made for two weeks already, the morning after our first time."

I looked away from the file to meet his gaze and nodded.

"The main clauses of our contract is for me to find the suitable care for your parents and arrange for them to be cared for, I'll pay for the whole cost of the treatment including their transfer and transportation payments and any aftercare they'll need should they recover from their coma. In addition to that, I'll be depositing two thousand dollars into your bank account each month as a supplement. In return, I'll be able to schedule times with you up to seven times a week, with two days notice ahead so that you could plan your personal schedule around them, but I also have the rights to request for immediate needs up to ten times a month. Is that agreeable?"

Everything about the deal seemed acceptable apart from where he gave me the extra money- the sole purpose for the money I would gain from Mr Masen was for my parents. If he was going to pay for their health bills there was no reason for me to gain that extra two thousand dollars. It was just too much.

Sex for up to seven times a week with ten extras in a month may challenge me physically but that was the worst case scenario, as I was sure that the seven times a week was just to cover his spontaneous needs once in a while. It was also acceptable to the fact that I didn't have a social life outside of work, and so it wouldn't be hard to meet his needs should they arise. I wouldn't need to cancel my plans or rearrange appointments with people.

I'd waited patiently with my thoughts until he finished conveying the main clauses of the contract. Mr Masen didn't like people to interrupt him mid speech.

"I'm grateful for the terms you have offered for my parents so I will be glad to agree to that, but I don't agree to the extra two thousand dollars- it's just too much, take it off the contract. As long as you are paying for my parents, that's all of the payments that I'll need for this arrangement of ours- my salary is more than enough for me to support myself and make a good living. I've only struggled for the past few months because I've got to support my parent's conditions. As to our meeting arrangement, that is fine." I added the last bit with embarrassment- hopefully this awkward phase would eventually fade if this was going to be a long term thing.

"I see where you are coming from but I'll find it hard not being able to offer you something more than just helping your parents for what you'll be doing for me. Is there any other way I could compensate?" He asked.

I wracked my brain for a more persuasive argument but failed.

"Fine, spend your two thousand dollars, but not on me. Somewhere that is more in need than me. Like a charity or a children's home or a elderly home or a hospital or something, somewhere that is useful and not me." I replied.

"Alright, I can work with that, give me a few days to hash out a plan and work something out for it. I'll have a second contract drawn up in regards to this clause. Anything else about what we have mentioned before we go into the next part?"

"No, go on."

"To be clear of the source of the money, the transaction will be from my own private account into yours. Now that you have rejected the two thousand dollars, which means there won't be a transaction between my private account to yours. But wherever I decide to spend the money on a different cause, it is still coming out of my own bank account and that goes the same for the payments for your adopted parents. This contract is between you and me and there is a disclaimer in here to state that this private relationship between us is not to be related to Masen Corps. Nothing is coming out of the company's pocket, do you understand?"

In other words, if shit hits the fan do not drag the company down.

"Yes sir." I agreed.

"Moving on, due to the nature of our arrangement; you will agree to take a form of contraception for as long as our agreement stands. For the both of us, we will commit to the obligation to get tested clinically every two months, in our preferred practises, to ensure the physical health of our bodies are maintained- I will pay for each of your occasion should you wish so Isabella. And we are to stay monogamous and exclusive to each other for as long as this agreement stands. In the small clause, should you fall pregnant you will agree to one or more abortions, should the chances arise, which I will pay for." He paused to let the words sink in.

That was it, the ugly reality; any of my babies with Edward were to be killed in the womb, the contract dictated. I hated this cruel situation where the fate of my babies were decided before they even existed, but for the lives of my adopted parents, the ones who raised me up until my teenage years when I'd finally reunited with my birth parents, it was a sacrifice I needed to make.

Someone out there- please forgive me one day for my part in agreeing to killing life inside my womb.

Although I should be angry at or disappointed in Mr Masen for being so ready to the possibility of killing any possible baby, but I took the professional ground and thought about his perspective in the corporate world. If he and I were to have a kid, it would be a scandal that may well ruin him and what he worked for most of his life. The fact that a bastard child created by an affair between a boss and a secretary would be bad enough. Never mind his private life where he held too much to be lost; his family reputation being the utmost important- he wasn't only protecting himself but his whole clan of family.

If I had to fault him for that, I could only blame the fact that he came from a family of high standing. And he was not a free person of his own to make the rules of the game and he was a pawn in the chessboard of social games. He had a reputation to maintain in order to protect himself and his family.

Our arrangement and I was a risk for him to take.

But even so, deep inside I questioned myself; was I fighting hard enough? May be it didn't need to be so harsh. I could keep it a secret. The world didn't need to know our secret and I wouldn't expose it to the world to see. I could escape into the background, away from the corporate world and raise my own child. If worst comes to worst.

Time paused, I closed my eyes and soaked in every breath I could fit into my chest and exhaled.

"Fine." I finally verbally agreed. That was it. Just a signature on those papers and then everything would be set in stone.

My babies were dead before they even made it to the womb. But the lives of Shelley and Geoffrey will be saved. From those two evils, I picked the one that was in the present, not in the upcoming future.

Just let it go Bella.

"Give me a pen and the paper and I'll sign it." I said, not wanting to hear anymore about the contract, I was sure there wasn't much more to it anyways. After all, they always leave the best 'til the last.

"You don't want to read the contract first?" He raised an eyebrow and seemed surprised.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"We both know that I'm going to sign it at the end of the day, might as well get it done with." I was defeated. "As long as you promise to draw up the second contract once this one is sign obviously. I'm taking your word for it because I trust you."

He smiled and reached for a pen across his desk.

"Good girl." He said seemingly pleased.

Soon both paper were signed and dated with a note on top of both to say what was to come in the second version of the contract and he gave me one copy whilst he kept the other.

"Are you free this evening?" He asked just as I was standing up to leave.

My breath nearly hitched hearing intent of his question but held it in just in time.

"Yes, I'm free sir."

"Good, can you meet me in the same room as last time? I'll be there when you arrive so just knock on the door."

"Yes sir." I nodded.

"Good girl." He kissed my forehead and sent me away in the direction of his door.

I eventually gathered everything I needed into my bag and went on my way back home.

On my way down the pavements into the area of the town where my apartment was located, I quietly mused that I could finally afford to get a car running again for transport. My feet won't have to suffer again between walking to work and home. I just needed to wait for a month or two before my pay cheque was enough to afford the luxury of upgraded transport.

Once home, I headed into the shower for a quick freshen up.

I went through the motions quickly so that I didn't let my mind wander over the implications of the contract- I'd done enough thinking to last me a long time I told myself.

Then I reluctantly took a cab ride to the hotel, because it would take too long to go by foot and I would be sweaty by the time I'd arrived so my shower and water would have been a wasted effort.

And the fact that I knew I could start using my pay cheque for myself was enough of an encouragement.

I was too wound up to stay still in the cab seat but the radio the cab driver had on discussing about current issues helped me ease my mind somewhat a small portion.

Hearing people in the radio talking about issues that were not mine to be concerned about was a good distraction. I didn't need to be constantly reminded of my own problems.

When I'd arrived at the lobby of the hotel I headed straight to the elevators, thankful that no security tried to stop me in my course. Because if they did stop me, it would have been embarrassing. Though I could imagine that they knew exactly what I was here for, which made me keep my head down. I moved my head in a slight angle in attempt to hide my face behind my hair inconspicuously.

The butterflies in the pit of my stomach made their way up to my chest, making my heart thump rapidly and roused up a storm under my ribcage. That was our first time together after weeks of sexual separation and after the signing of our contract.

Finally I got to the outside of the suite Edward and I had been in the last time.

I knocked on the door gently and counted from one to fifty five.

That was when the door finally opened and Edward looked contented that I'd turned up.

"Hello." He greeted.

"Hey." I replied with a timid smile.

He opened the door wide and gestured for me to go in.

I complied and stepped inside.

"Drink?" He offered as he closed the door fully and walked into the living room of the hotel suite.

"Yes please." I nodded my head almost stiffly, hoping that the alcohol would loosen me up a little.

He held up a bottle of whiskey and I nodded my head.

"Here." He offered me a glass tumbler with another from which he drank his beverage.

There was a sense of déjà vu as I recalled the memory when I'd poured him a similar drink earlier today in the office.

"Thank you." I took the offering from his hand and sipped.

He took my hand and pulled me towards an armchair and sat me on his lap.

Then he moved my hair to a side and inhaled next to my neck.

"How was your day?" He asked, playing with the tips of my hair.

"It was a fine day, albeit a little stressful but it's over now." I replied and continued sipping the contents in the glass. Nervous as to how to proceed to things. "How was yours?"

"It's also been a fine day too. I've managed to secure two very good deals."

"Oh good." I clinked my glass to his.

We drank simultaneously and made eye contact.

"You must be hot, your skin is flushed." He noted and informed me.

Now that he'd mentioned it, I did feel warmer and I still had my coat and scarf on.

I laid the glass tumbler on the little table next to the armchair and stood up.

I'd removed my scarf first and then coat after.

When it was time to sit back on his lap, I did it gingerly and he chuckled.

"Nice that I could amuse you." I mumbled.

"And I'm glad you're amusing me, Isabella." He murmured good naturedly next to my neck and licked a path from the base up to my jaw.

I shivered and my hands involuntarily brought themselves to the base of his neck, playing the strands I could get my fingers on. My heart was flustered.

Edward looked pleased and we continued licking and touching each other.

"Come." Edward said when the sky outside was completely dark.

Another sense of déjà vu overcame me as the room was as it was last time.

Last time I came in here almost willingly but this time I was obliged- though I wasn't repulsed by the change. But it was different.

Last time it was by impulse, this time it was intentional, planned. I had the duty to bring him pleasure, though sex itself was supposed to be quite enjoyable itself.

Just let yourself go and everything will be okay. He hasn't complained so far- shouldn't that indicate that you are satisfying enough?

I didn't have much time to answer my own question as I acted on impulse again and turned around to face Edward. Wanting to see what his facial expression had to offer.

I saw a face of calm and it somehow calmed me as well. Unable to resist his charm and unconditioned pull, I gave myself to him, going into his arms and grasped onto him.

Edward's arms encased my waist and he held me.

Together, in the same space, we allowed each other to take in our atmosphere.

I inhaled his scent and released a breath of relief.

Although the nature of our contract was of the business attitude, however, being in this room with him made me lose the inhibition hanging around the fact that I was essential a whore he'd paid for up to seven times a week with ten quickies a month on the side. I wanted to hang onto him and seek comfort in his arms that no one else was willing to offer.

It was a long moment between us as we held onto each other. But there was no rush in getting things into motion. Edward did not move or conducted any behaviour which suggested otherwise.

But I knew what I was here for and I needed him to know my dedication was solely in his possession and prove that he didn't make the wrong choice by choosing to help me.

I needed him to know how grateful I was that he'd decided to help me.

I would show him willingness and please him.

Slowly, I skimmed my hands from where I placed them behind his waist, up to his shoulders. I stood on my toes shyly and gave him a small kiss on the corner of his mouth, gradually moving my way across his jaw.

My plan was to show him I wanted this as much as he did, or at least pretended I wasn't repulsed by the arrangement of being paid to have sex with him. I did enjoy my time in bed with him, but I didn't like the fact that I was literally selling my body in the process.

Edward had closed his eyes, looking pleasurable from my attention.

I gave him time and attention, not desperate to take his clothes off or making any other suggestive moves. That was for him to decide and lead the way; else he would have thought that I was in a rush to get this over and done with.

Unlike the first time, I'm a changed woman now. I convinced myself. I'm willing to degrade myself to desperate whorish ways in order to please him.

Although one contradicting part of me did want this to be finished and done with as soon as possible but his moans and touches of appreciation was rewarding in itself that it reassured me that I was doing something right for him.

Little by little, our touches morphed into something more and clothes came in the way, so I started to unbutton his waist coat.

I wasn't going to be the first to attack the clothes, but when the moment called, it was wise to follow the foreseeable form of action.

Edward helped me get his garments off and mine at the same time, including my bra and panties, leaving us both naked with our clothing lying on the floor in a pool around our feet.

I descended down his body carefully and gave every bit of his body interest and worship as I did with his jaw and neck. Then I came face to face with his manhood.

Edward's cock rested on the left of his ball sacs, it was beautiful, but he wasn't hard so I had to work on remedying that situation.

I rested both my hands on his thighs and brought my face up to his groin, just far enough so that my nose didn't get into contact with his skin.

Promptly, my lips opened to suck on the lip of Edward's cock.

"Mmmmm." Hummed Edward.

His hands automatically sought out my hair and gripped my locks by the roots, anticipating my ministrations. His eyes were closed and his head tipped back slightly.

I kissed the smooth lip and took in some more of his cock, making sure I'd applied some suction just so that I could get his cock to wake from its flaccid state.

Then my hands moved onto his buttocks and motioned for him to drive his hips forward, helping him get his cock to the back of my mouth, I'd gently kneaded the mounds under my hands and gave a gentle squeeze to the taunt muscle beneath my palms and fingers.

Throwing self-consciousness out of the window, my head bobbed up and down on his length and swirled my tongue on the occasion to alternate the motion, getting it up at attention.

Edward continued to moan softly and using his grip on my hair to guide me the way he liked it.

"So good." He mumbled.

I grinned in celebration that he was getting something out of my efforts. I hadn't performed many blowjobs before, so his appreciation was a much needed confidence booster.

Once he was hard and ready, I stood up back on to my feet. I stumbled a little but Edward quickly caught my arms and steadied me.

I grinned up at him in thanks and hopped onto his body, anchoring myself to his body at his hips with my legs, his arms coming to support my weight under my thighs and butt immediately.

My arms secured themselves around his shoulders at his neck and I kissed him deeply, letting him taste a little of his precum in my mouth. And some of the alcohol we had just consumed before moving into the bedroom.

We both groaned and writhed in our taste together, my hips moving in waves to dry hump my Mr Masen naked with his hard and pulsing cock in-between our un-clothed skin.

"Move to the wall." I whispered into his ear.

He kissed the side of my cheek right near my ear and nibbled on my earlobe but complied slowly, as he stepped back one feet at a time until his back collided with the wall and my knees touched the wallpaper.

I puffed out my chest to squeeze him slightly to the wall, trapping him as my arms laid themselves flat on the upright surface.

"Your cock is hard and ready for the taking, Edward." I kissed one of his collarbones and nibbled gently with lingering kisses.

"All of that for you, Isabella." He huffed and waved his hips to create friction for his angry cock.

"Mmm." I continued to nibble on his skin and kissed him.

With one of my hands leaning on the wall, I brought my other one between us and fisted his cock, gently and slowly pumping up and down his length, teasing him at the slit occasionally with the pad of my thumb.

"Fucking tease." He hissed and buckled slightly when my thumb slipped over his slit and I increased the rhythm in my wrist.

"Only for you Edward." I promised and kissed along his neck, continuing my wrist exercise.

Edward pumped his hips to help guide his cock up and down the fist of my hand.

"Tell me some dirty things. Let me know how to make you even harder."

He smirked and chuckled.

"You."

"How do I make you hard, Edward?" I asked innocently but definitely out of breath and sounding like a whore.

"When you are a good girl and obeying my orders." He kneaded my butt cheeks.

Ever so tantalizingly, he moved his hands towards the centre of my cheeks and slipped a finger into my folds.

"When you're wet and ready for me."

I hummed and agreed, under the influence of his words and velvet voice. I could hear how wet I was with the noises he made with his fingers in between my pussy. Blood rushed down to my groin region, anticipating his cock to fill me.

"When any part of your body is near my cock, my mouth or my fingers. I love fingering you Isabella. Do you enjoy those moments when I play you with my fingers?" He asked playfully and slowly made the way to the bed on the other wall of the room.

"I love it when your fingers and cock and mouth is in my pussy, either way, either combinations . And in my mouth, on my skin, in my hands." I murmured breathlessly.

He laid me on the centre of the bed and climbed on top of me. His intense emerald eyes staring into my brown ones.

I bit my lip in anticipation. He reached out and used the pad of his thumb to release the stress on my lip and brushed against it. I licked his slim thumb and he inserted it into the opening of my lips.

I hummed around it and sucked.

"That's enough, Isabella."

I released it and he immediately brought it to one of my nipples, my back arched against him. He brought his other thumb into his mouth and licked it, bringing it down to my other nipple.

Gently, Edward relaxed on top of me and brought his head down to the valley of my breast, licking and playing with my flushed skin. He alternated between licking, fondling and palming my breasts, making my nipples peak like pebbles.

"They look delicious Isabella." Edward's voice was husky and I saw the desire in his eyes.

Delicious nipples can wait but cock meeting pussy can not wait.

He'd shifted to line his cock into my folds and I hitched my breath for a second.

Edward charged his hips and his cock was inside me once again after the wait of two weeks.

"Fuck." We hissed.

Once we were both adjusted to the feel of each other, Edward withdrew inches of his cock and re-entered me, forming waves of pleasure and guilt between us. But it seemed like we fed on it, we loved the adrenaline which came with the risk and the highs which were only reached during sex.

We kissed and nipped at each other's lips, chins, cheeks and necks. Starting to taste of salt and sweat from our joining.

Fucking Edward was always a good experience. His cock satisfied my pussy and I felt filled at every inch; the empty feeling I often felt eliminated.

"So fucking good." Edward declared.

He kissed my forehead and started to support the top half of his torso with his arms straight from the bed and driving deeper inside me.

"I want to feel you come Isabella."

"Harder, Edward." I urged, not liking the feel of not having all of his skin on mine, I held onto his arms and locked my legs around his thighs, feeling the toned muscles beneath my own.

We continued at this pace- loving the wet sounds, slapping of skin and running out of breath to the point our chests started to ache from the deprivation and being overworked.

"Fuck!" We both hissed when he hit the right spot and I tightened my inner muscles on his cock.

Edward flopped on top of me and fastened his movements, almost at a spasming pace.

The friction on my nipples were nice and Edward brought one of his hands onto my clitoris and circled it, making me wetter than I was.

"Are you going to come, Isabella?" He sounded breathless nipped at my lips and skin.

"So close. I'm so close Edward." Sounding around breathless myself.

"Come for me." He urged.

I complied and tightened around his cock whilst a climax brought me to places I'd never been by myself without him.

When I came back to my body, my arms laid lazily on Edward's shoulders and Edward's pace was slow and drawn out for him to sustain his rhythm.

"Fuck." I mumbled.

"Mmmmm." Edward hummed next to me with his head buried between my neck and shoulders and the hotel pillow.

He nibbled on some skin on my neck and I felt the blood rushing to the place because of the numbing pulse increasing in that area. Fuck, he was laying his mark on me. And I fucking loved it.

I gripped onto Edward's hair and held on for life.

"Faster Edward." I begged.

Immediately, his hips picked up their pace and his drove into me with renewed energy.

He held onto my hips and kissed along my neck.

His pumps were becoming harder and faster by each thrust to the point that it was out of control and it felt feral and lethally good.

So good, it hurts in the most delicious of ways, eliciting moans and screams.

"Fuck." We chanted one time or another.

I held onto Edward's shoulder blades with a firm grip, loving the feeling of protection those broad muscles gave me.

"Fuck." Hissed Edward, one of his hands lifted my chin so that he could reach my lips with his mouth whilst his other arm supported the weight of us both.

He kissed my mouth roughly and used his tongue to soothe the aching sensation, kneading my lips expertly in several places with the fleshy part of his plump mouth.

He then sought out my bottom lip and bit down on it firmly as he spilled inside me, pumping sensual to draw out his orgasm and released all of his weight onto me. But I was glad for it as I felt anchored to him and to the earth; something was finally keeping me there and I wasn't scared about being the one left behind.

My lips felt bruised and battered but I doubted that was the case because I knew Edward's bite was gentle enough not to cause indents or to draw blood, but hard enough to make it throb and made my eyes rolled to the back of my head whilst I was on a sensory overload trip.

Edward slowly recovered and made his way down my body with heavy limbs- his cock removed from my inside.

His head was positioned between my thighs and his tongue found my clit. He coaxed it awake from its last orgasm and nibbled and licked whilst his fingers entered me and applied pressure in several pressure points.

Edward was every bit capable with oral as his cock skills, he was strong, powerful and all very generous. He aroused every nerve ending there and attacked with further ambition. Every tug, every lick and every swirl were insane and direct to the point of pleasure giving.

Soon I was undone under his ministrations and I cried out his name.

Satisfied that I'd reached another climax, Edward climbed back up to line his body next to mine.

He smiled a simple smile and kissed my lips and then my forehead before he tucked some hair behind my ear and moved us so that my head laid on his chest.

Feeling contented physically I huffed in breath after breath trying to calm my heart and lungs but exhaustion found me before I found peace in my aching lungs.

It didn't matter though, it was an out-of-body experience that made me drunk on the spot, happily floating into thin air and into a dream where nothing could touch me or bring me down.

Things were finally going to settle and I didn't need to struggle anymore, all in the arms and power of one Mr Edward Anthony Masen.