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21

We made it back to Edward's apartment in record time, both of us eager for what was to come. It felt different than that first night. There was no desperation this time, because we knew we had all the time in the world. I wanted to enjoy him this time, take my time getting to know every inch of his skin. I wanted to be laid bare before him to savor.

As we walked hand in hand up the stairs to his apartment, there was an air of anticipation between us. His lips were on mine as soon as the door was closed, his hands cupping my jaw. I never wanted the novelty of this to end.

"I want you so bad." He whispers against my lips, an edge of desperation entering his voice.

"I'm yours." I replied, my fingers combing through his hair. "Have me."

He moaned at my words, kissing me again until I'm breathless. "Take your dress off."

I do as he says, lifting it over my head, letting it pool on the floor at my feet. The look in his eyes as he takes me in lights me on fire. He looks like he wants to consume me whole, and I want him to. I want to be so entwined with him that I don't know where I end, and he begins.

"Fuck me." His eyes become glassy with lust. "I'll never be able to get enough of you."

My thighs clench at his admission. I'll never be able to get enough of him, either. "Take your shirt off."

His fingers go to the buttons of his button down without hesitation, undoing them with a slowness that's meant to tease me, and goddammit, it does. By the time the shirt hits that floor, I'm practically crawling out of my skin, and I can't go another second without touching him.

I step closer to him, placing a kiss in the center of his chest, my hands exploring the warm skin of abdomen. His breathing is increasing with each brush of my lips against his skin; I can tell he's getting impatient, wanting to take control, but he's giving me my time to savor him. When my hands get to the top of his slacks, I undo his belt, pushing them and his boxer briefs off his hips.

He grips the sides of my panties, pushing them off, while I reach around and undo my bra. We're both bare to each other, and I don't know how much more I can take. I want him so bad I feel like I might die.

I kiss him, my tongue invading his mouth and he groans. "Now."

He doesn't say anything in response, just lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. He must be just as impatient as me, because instead of going to his bedroom, he makes his way to the couch, placing me down and laying his body over mine.

Our kiss is sloppy as he reaches between us to guide his cock to my entrance. My breath hitches as he starts to enter me. He feels so much better than I remembered. My nails seek purchase on the skin of his back as he starts to move, each thrust taking me higher. It's so different than the last time. It's different, and it's better.

"You take me so well, Bella." His voice is low, his breathing fast as he goes deep. "Like you were made for me." His hand goes to the back of my knee, hitching my leg higher on his hip. I arch my back because it feels so fucking good. "Are you going to come for me?"

I nod as he hits that place inside me that feels so good. "Yes."

"Give it to me." He gives a hard thrust making me cry out his name. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

A few thrusts later, I do as he says, my head thrown back as I come for him.

"Bella." He groans into my neck, following me over the edge.

We're a pile of sweaty limbs on his couch, lying there while we try to catch our breath.

"Damn." He says, kissing my neck. "You're going to kill me, woman."

I laugh. "I could say the same thing."

He lifts his head to look at me and I push his sweaty hair off his forehead. By the look on his face, I know what he's going to say before the words leave his mouth. "I love you, Bella."

My heart skips a beat. It's so fast, but I know it's right. He's my forever.

"I love you, too."