TWENTY ONE

We made our way to Edward's bedroom, and I couldn't help but pause as I took in the space. It was everything I'd imagined it would be—spacious yet warm, with a blend of masculine elegance and comfort. The walls were a deep charcoal, which only made the soft amber lighting from the bedside lamps stand out more. The bed itself was a king-size masterpiece, covered with a thick duvet in shades of grey and navy, the kind that practically begged you to dive into it.

The room had this effortless style that screamed Edward—dark wood accents, leather furniture, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window on one side, offering a view of the Seattle skyline. There was a sleek armchair in the corner, draped with a throw that looked way too cozy, and a few framed photographs on the dresser—moments captured with family, friends, his team, his life.

I slowly walked over to the bed, perching on the edge as I slipped my shoes off, letting them drop to the floor. I could feel his eyes on me, the weight of his gaze tracing my every move. I looked up at him with a smile, catching the way his expression softened, that hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

"This room suits you," I said, running my hand over the soft fabric of the duvet. "It's like…comfortable, but still completely put together."

Edward stepped closer, his smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I guess that's a compliment?" he teased, leaning against the dresser with his arms crossed, watching me like he was committing this moment to memory.

I laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

He pushed off the dresser, taking a few slow steps toward me. His eyes were locked on mine, intense and filled with something I couldn't quite put into words. "Bella," he said softly, reaching out to take my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "You wanna know something crazy?"

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as I felt the electricity between us build. He was so close now, his hand still holding mine, and I could see every tiny detail of his face—those deep green eyes, the way his jaw clenched slightly as he fought to hold back.

"What?" My eyes drifting down his muscular frame.

Edward's voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I've imagined you here, in this room, so many times. But the reality..." He shook his head, a look of wonder crossing his face. "It's so much better than anything I could have dreamed up."

My heart raced at his words, a flush creeping up my neck. I tugged gently on his hand, pulling him closer until he was standing between my knees. Looking up at him, I could see the desire burning in his eyes, mirroring my own.

"Show me what you imagined," I breathed, my free hand snaking up to rest on his torso.

Edward's breath hitched, and for a moment, he just stared at me, as if making sure this was real. Then, with a low groan, he cupped my chin in his hands, tilting my head back.

"What's the rules here?" he asks seriously.

"There are none," I smirk, "fuck me like you would any other girl."

Edward's eyes darkened at my words, a mix of desire and something deeper flashing across his face. "You're not just any other girl, Bella," he said, his voice low and intense. "You never have been."

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, urgent and demanding. His kiss was electric, sending sparks through my entire body. I gasped against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring mine with a fervour that left me breathless.

His hands moved from my face, trailing down my neck and shoulders before gripping my waist. In one fluid motion, he lifted me up and turned, laying me down on the bed. He hovered over me, his eyes roaming my body with unconcealed hunger.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip.

I melted into him, my hands finding their way into his hair, and everything around us disappeared. There was just Edward—his warmth, his touch, the way he made me feel like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

I bit my lip, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt, but all I saw was sincerity, determination, and a depth of feeling that made my heart ache in the best way. "Why me?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

He gave me a soft smile, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "Because you're you," he said simply. "And there's no one else I'd rather go through the ups and downs with. You make me laugh, you challenge me, you make me want to be better… and I'm not giving up on that. On us."

"I don't want you to say sweet things anymore," I whisper, "only dirty things now. I've waited so long. You owe me a new vibrator. I broke it from overuse."

Edward's eyes widened for a moment, then darkened with lust. A wicked grin spread across his face as he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear.

"Is that so?" he growled, his voice low and husky. "Well, I think I can do you one better than a vibrator, sweetheart."

His hand slid down my body, pulling the hem of my dress up my leg. "I'm going to make you forget all about that toy," he promised, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to remember your own name, let alone some battery-operated substitute."

I shivered at his words, heat pooling low in my belly.

"Tell me what you want, Bella," Edward demanded, his fingers tracing teasing circles on my inner thigh. "I want to hear you say it."

My breath caught in my throat, desire coursing through me. "I want you to touch me," I gasped, arching into him. "Everywhere. I want to feel your hands, your mouth..."

Edward's eyes flashed with approval. "Good girl," he murmured, before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He pushed my dress up further, bunching it around my waist. "Christ, Bella," he groaned, taking in the sight of my lace underwear. "You're killing me."

I reached for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling in my eagerness to get it off. Edward chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down my spine.

We fumble between moans getting each other naked, keen to waste zero time.

Our clothes fell away in a frenzied blur, hands roaming newly exposed skin with desperate hunger. Edward's lips trailed scorching kisses down my neck as his fingers danced along my curves, igniting every nerve ending. I arched into his touch, craving more.

"Tell me what you need," Edward growled against my collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"You," I gasped, raking my nails down his back.

"In time. I want to have a little bit of fun," his hand moves between my legs.

"Oh god," I moaned as Edward's skilled fingers found their target. He teased me mercilessly, circling and stroking with just enough pressure to drive me wild but not enough to push me over the edge.

"Is this what you've been imagining?" he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "Tell me, Bella. Tell me how many times you've thought about this."

I could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. "Too many," I finally managed to gasp out. "Every night... every time I saw you..."

Edward's fingers increased their pace, and I felt the familiar tension building inside me. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice husky with desire. "Let go for me, beautiful. I want to watch you come undone."

My hips bucked against his hand as the pressure built to an almost unbearable level. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Edward's thumb pressed against my most sensitive spot and I shattered. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as I cried out his name, my body trembling beneath him.

Before I could fully recover, Edward was positioning himself between my thighs. I felt him, hard and ready, pressing against my entrance. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, everything else faded away. It was just us, finally here, on the precipice of something we'd both wanted for so long.

"Are you sure?" Edward asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

In response, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Please. Please give it to me. Don't treat me like I'm frail. Talk to me dirty, spank me, treat me like I'm yours to take."

Edward's eyes flashed with primal hunger at my words. "Oh, you want it dirty, do you?" he growled, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "I'll give you dirty."

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me to the hilt. I cried out at the delicious stretch, my nails digging into his shoulders. Edward didn't give me time to adjust, setting a punishing pace that had the headboard slamming against the wall.

"Is this what you wanted?" he grunted, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. "To be fucked hard and fast, like the naughty girl you are?"

"Yes!" I gasped, meeting him thrust for thrust. "God, yes!"

Edward's hand snaked between us, his thumb finding my sensitive bud. "You're going to come for me again," he commanded. "when you do you're going to scream my name so the whole neighbourhood hears what I'm doing to you in here."

I couldn't respond except with desperate moans as Edward drove me closer and closer to the edge. His powerful thrusts combined with the skilled movements of his fingers had me climbing rapidly towards another peak.

"That's it," Edward growled, his voice rough with exertion and desire. "Let me hear you, Bella. Let everyone hear how good I'm making you feel."

The tension inside me built to a crescendo. With one final, deep thrust, I exploded, waves of pleasure crashing over me. True to his demand, I screamed his name, not caring who might hear.

"Edward! Oh god, Edward!"

He's no where near done with me. Pulling out he flips me, my hands and knees against his mattress.

"I didn't realise I was dealing with a girlfriend so dirty," he runs his fingers up and down my slit.

"You have no idea," I panted, pushing back against his teasing fingers. "I've been fantasising about this for so long."

Edward's hand came down hard on my ass, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice husky with lust. "Tell me your dirtiest fantasy or I'll make you wait for it."

I bit my lip, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding through me. "I... I've imagined you fucking me in the locker room after you finished your game. All sweaty and in your hockey gear."

Edward groaned, his hand squeezing my ass. "Fuck, Bella. That's hot."

"You have to cover my mouth to keep me quiet so your team doesn't hear us in the shower stall," I giggle.

Edward's grip on my hips tightened, his breath coming out in a harsh exhale. "You naughty little thing," he growled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "I'm going to have to make that fantasy a reality very soon."

Without warning, he thrust back into me, filling me completely. I cried out at the sensation, my fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

"For now, though," Edward said, his voice rough as he set a punishing pace, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel me for days. Every time you sit down, you'll remember this moment."

His hand came down on my ass again, the sting mixing with the pleasure in a heady cocktail. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.

He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as he whispered in my ear. "That's right, baby. You're mine now. Say it."

"I'm yours," I gasped, feeling my orgasm building. "All yours, Edward. Only yours."

His thrusts became more erratic, and I knew he was close too. "Come for me, Bella," he demanded, his fingers finding my sensitive bud again. "One more time. Let me feel you come around my cock."

His words and touch pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body shaking as another intense orgasm ripped through me. I clenched around him, and Edward groaned, his hips stuttering as he found his own release.

For a moment, we stayed like that, both panting heavily. Then Edward gently pulled out, collapsing beside me on the bed. He gathered me in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

"That was..." I trailed off, unable to find the right words.

"Incredible," Edward finished for me, a satisfied smile on his face. "You're incredible, Bella."

I snuggled closer to him, feeling content and thoroughly sated. "So, about that locker room fantasy," I said with a mischievous grin.

Edward chuckled, his hand tracing lazy patterns on my back. "Oh, I'll be making a call tomorrow."

I giggled, nestling closer to Edward's warm body. "I can't wait," I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

We lay there in comfortable silence for a few moments, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Edward's fingers continued their gentle exploration of my skin, tracing patterns along my spine and across my shoulders.

"You know," he said after a while, his voice soft and thoughtful, "I've wanted this for so long. Not just the physical part, although that was..." he paused, a grin spreading across his face, "...absolutely mind-blowing. But this. Being here with you, holding you."

I propped myself up on my elbow, looking down at him. His green eyes were soft, filled with an emotion that made my heart skip a beat. "Really?" I asked, unable to keep the hint of vulnerability out of my voice.

Edward reached up, cupping my cheek in his hand. "Really," he confirmed, his thumb brushing gently across my cheekbone. "Bella, you have no idea how long I've wanted to be with you like this. To be able to call you mine."

I leaned into his touch, a warmth spreading through my chest at his words. "I've wanted that too," I admitted softly. "For so long. I just never thought..."

"Never thought what?" Edward prompted gently when I trailed off.

I took a deep breath, deciding to be completely honest. "I never thought someone like you could want someone like me. Not for real, not for keeps."

Edward's brow furrowed, and he sat up, pulling me with him so we were face to face. "Bella," he said, his voice serious, "you are everything I want. Everything I need. I love you."

"I love you more," I poke his nose playfully.

Edward's eyes lit up at my words, a boyish grin spreading across his face. "Oh, is that a challenge?" he teased, pulling me closer. "Because I'm pretty sure I love you more."

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Impossible," I declared, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He responded eagerly, deepening the kiss until we were both breathless. When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes twinkling with mischief and affection.

"You know," Edward said, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, "we could spend all night arguing about who loves who more..."

"Or?" I prompted, raising an eyebrow.

His grin turned wicked. "Or I could show you just how much I love you. Again. And again. And again."

"I like the proving it option," I nod.

"Mmm, I was hoping you'd say that," Edward murmured, his lips brushing against my neck.

His hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips as he gently laid me back on the bed. He hovered over me, his eyes roaming my body with renewed hunger.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, tracing a finger along my collarbone. "I could spend hours just looking at you."

I shivered under his touch, desire rekindling within me. "I'd rather you did more than look," I teased, running my hands up his muscular arms.

Edward's eyes darkened at my words. "Oh, I plan to," he promised, his voice low and husky.