A/N: C'mon and get your 'I love Sherry' T-shirt here.
Chapter 41
Edward stormed towards me and I flinched, unsure of his attentions, not that I ever believed he would hit me. He declared his intentions seconds later when he leaned over me and grabbed my hair, yanking my mouth to his. His kiss was full of power, and raw hunger. It was the first time we had been intimate since my memories had returned.
He pushed me back onto the bed and I pulled him along with me, not wanting to break our connection.
"I'm sorry," he muttered in-between kisses. "You're right. Of course, you were right. The pack will have to accept you for who you are."
I moaned in agreement.
When he pulled back to look at me, I could have punched him in frustration. He chose to talk now? Now wasn't a time for talking. "I'm sorry for ever trying to change you, for not accepting you the way you were."
"It's okay," I assured him, grabbing onto his t-shirt and pulling him back to me.
He stopped a few inches from my face. "I'll make sure the others accept you."
"Oh, god, Edward," I cried. "Shut up please, and fuck me."
I didn't need to ask him twice. He tugged off his t-shirt, and smirked down at me. "You have such a dirty mouth."
I grinned up at him, looking through my eyelashes. "You have no idea."
I pulled my husband to me after that and showed him just how dirty my mouth could be.