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An emergency board meeting has been added to the docket, but my sources tell me there isn't much to be done—short of an annulment.

You tell me.
Has Edward Cullen taken a bride and not spared the time to consummate the marriage?

Inquiring minds want to know!

Alice Knows All

It's amazing how fast things move when mere steps separate the venue from the honeymoon suite.

Slight pause at the door.

My intake of breath at the hunger in his eyes.

The knob gives.

He sweeps me into his arms.

Pulse racing.

Kicking the door shut behind us, he releases my legs but holds my chest close, causing my body to press against his as I find my footing. "Have I told you how lovely this dress is?" He fingers the soft, silky material. "Or how badly I wish to see it on the floor?"

My fingers quake as I focus on his tie as I work to release the knot. "You haven't, but I'm listening."

His sharp intake of breath sends my heart flying. "A pile of white silk on my floor would mean that you've willfully chosen to enter my bed. It would mean that I've been given the chance to show you how good I can make you feel." His gravelly words are accompanied by a soft grip on my waist. "I want this, Bella. Please allow me to show my wife how happy this union makes me."

The thundering inside his chest beats a mesmerizing rhythm against my shaky fingers as I pull the tie loose from his neck. I need something to occupy myself so I don't mount him in the foyer. Edward Cullen alone is sinfully delicious, Edward Cullen begging me to let him please me is irresistible.

I lift my gaze to his, the light from the chandelier behind me dancing in his dark eyes. "Kiss me, Edward."

He doesn't hesitate, pressing his lips against mine with hunger like I've never felt before. Bold and aggressive, he takes command, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips. They part, and he invades my mouth so quickly that the moan I opened to release gets pushed back and turned into a deep grumble inside my chest.

His deft fingers race past the pearl buttons down my back, leaving a gaping chasm in their wake. Silk slips off my shoulders, but he fists it tightly, a rough growl escaping from his mouth to mine as he fights the animalistic urges inside to maintain his composure.

Edward may be a more refined version, but he's still a man, one that's accustomed to his every whim becoming reality. His hands shake with repressed need, as he wills himself to remain in check, to not unleash the beast inside that demands he take me.

A husky chuckle works its way up my throat as I finger the buttons of his shirt. "If I were to…" I pause, flicking my gaze to his, my chest heaving. "Undo this." I pop open the top button of his shirt. "Would you consider that… permission?"

The air is electric, charged by the intense heat generated between us. I feel like the most innocent of sparks will cause an explosion that will send me soaring into the stratosphere. My body begs for it while my mind preaches caution.

His fists relax, the silk being pulled back up to cover my bare shoulders. Taking several steps forward, he presses me against a nearby wall and lodges his knee between my thighs. The contact is minimalistic, but the gasp that pushes its way from my lips is deafening.

He leans down, lips at my ear. "I do believe I've already been granted permission, but I want you to say it, Bella. Ask me to fuck you against this wall."

I've been in this position many times before. Against a wall with a man I barely know. But never a wall this expensive, and definitely not with this caliber of man. I took those chances because I needed food and a place to sleep.

I'm taking this one because every part of me aches to see what it would feel like. So I lift to my toes. "Fuck me against this wall, Mr. Cullen."

His chuckle is deep and dark, rumbling between us loudly enough to ignite that spark. His palms grip my ass and I leap, locking my legs around his trim waist. Our lips are already fused, and my fingers are working swiftly to expose more skin to my touch.

The jingle of his belt buckle causes my hips to thrust, seek, seek, seeking the hardness that lies below. "Sorry about the dress," he says as he grips the thin silk and rips a slit clear to my waist. "I'll buy you twenty more if you'd like."

"Don't need it," I mutter, my tongue snaking out to capture his lobe between my teeth.

He fists his cock, a shiver running through him. "Fuck."

"Me," I whisper, swirling my tongue inside his ear. "Fuck me."

He yanks the pink lace to the side and pushes the engorged head through my slit. I'm so turned on that I attempt to impale myself on it, but he holds me in place with a rude laugh.

"Nah, ah, ah, wife," he says, nipping at my jaw. "I'm the one in control here."

He moves back and forth, spreading my juices, before plunging inside. My head thumps against the Venetian plaster, eyes falling closed as I shift my weight to acclimate to the intrusion. As far as cocks go, this one is thick and hefty, a full sensory delight as he thrusts his hips, slowly at first before picking up speed.

I reach inside his shirt, anchoring my fingers on his strong, broad shoulders as my body rocks against his. The slap of skin with an occasional grunt sends my senses into overdrive. His eyes, dark and intense, hold me locked in place. My orgasm builds like a fire, smoldering at first before a wisp of air whips it into a frenzy.

I fall apart moaning his name.

Our gazes locked.

My heart open.

To him.

Bow chika wow wow lol

Back to my Vegas trip… I'm driving to the West Rim, so I'm def doing something at Hoover Dam (gonna look into the tour!), and at the Canyon I'm going to do the Skywalk and zip line.

Back in Vegas, I plan to have the 2 day Go City Pass, which allows me to do all I can of the usual hotel attractions. I hope it works as advertised.

See ya tmr :)