NINE

BPOV

Three weeks. It's been three long weeks since I last saw Edward, and even though we've been texting constantly, the distance has felt like forever. Every message, every late-night call, has kept me grounded, but nothing compares to being with him.

Today, he texted me an address—no details, just a place to meet him. The excitement in my chest has been building ever since. When I arrive, I glance up at the sleek building, nerves fluttering in my stomach. His guards are stationed outside, and one of them gives me a nod as I approach.

"Miss Swan?" he asks, his tone polite but professional.

I nod, swallowing back the nerves. "That's me."

He steps aside, letting me in. I follow the hallway up to the private suite, and when the door opens, I'm greeted by a royal aide—kind-faced, warm, and seemingly aware of who I am. "Miss Swan, welcome," she says with a smile, motioning for me to follow her.

I trail behind, my heart thumping in my chest. The suite is stunning, but none of it registers because I know Edward is waiting. The aide leads me down a short hallway, and then, just as we turn the corner, I see him.

Edward. Standing there, dressed in a sleek black suit, looking every bit the prince, but with a smile that's so familiar, it makes my heart leap.

I gasp, my feet moving before I even think. I dash toward him, throwing myself into his arms, wrapping them tightly around him as if I can somehow make up for the weeks we've been apart in this one embrace.

"Edward," I breathe, my voice catching in my throat.

He doesn't hesitate. He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me as his lips crash into mine. The kiss is deep, passionate, and filled with everything we haven't been able to say for weeks. It's like the world fades away, leaving just the two of us.

And then, he spins me, lifting me off the ground slightly, a laugh escaping his lips as he holds me. "I've missed you so much," he whispers, his voice full of warmth and relief.

I smile, burying my face into his neck, breathing him in, feeling whole again for the first time in weeks. "I missed you too."

Edward lowers me back to the ground, but his arms stay firmly around me, as if he's afraid to let go. I can feel the steady beat of his heart against my chest, and for a moment, I just breathe him in—his familiar scent, the warmth of his skin. It feels like everything has clicked back into place.

The fact we'd ignited such an addictive spark, only to have to hit pause on whatever it was between us. It had been cruel of the universe. But that same universe had brought him back to me.

"I can't believe you're actually here," I whisper, my hand brushing his cheek as I pull back just enough to look at him.

He smiles, his eyes soft as they meet mine. "Believe it. I wasn't going to let another day go by without seeing you."

My heart swells at his words, and I can't help but smile. "You look so handsome," I say, my eyes drifting down to the tailored suit that hugs him perfectly. "But… why the suit?"

He chuckles, his hands sliding down to rest on my hips. "I had a few meetings today, but all I could think about was this moment."

I tilt my head, giving him a playful smile. "All business during the day, huh? And now?"

"Now, I'm all yours," he whispers, leaning down to kiss me again, this time softer, slower, like he's savouring every second.

I melt into the kiss, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Everything about this moment feels perfect—the soft hum of the city outside, the warmth of Edward's body against mine, the way his lips feel like home.

When we finally pull apart, I rest my forehead against his, both of us breathing a little heavier. "I still can't believe you're here," I murmur.

Edward chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "I told you I'd come back."

"And I'm so glad you did," I whisper, my fingers tracing the collar of his suit.

His smile fades slightly, replaced by a more serious expression. "I know. It's been harder than I thought it would be."

I look up at him, my heart aching a little at the vulnerability in his voice. "But you're here now. That's all that matters."

He nods, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. "And I'm not going anywhere this time. Not for a while."

"So… what's the plan now?" I ask, my voice light and teasing.

Edward raises an eyebrow, that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. "I don't know. What do you want to do first?"

I pretend to think for a moment, glancing around his luxurious suite before leaning in closer, my voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Have you ever heard of Netflix and chill?"

He chuckles softly, his hand resting on the small of my back. "I have. Why?"

"Well," I continue, my voice still low, "I was thinking we could get a whole bunch of snacks, grab some blankets, and snuggle up to watch movies."

Edward smiles, already seeming interested, but I'm not done yet.

"Then," I whisper, leaning in even closer, my lips brushing against his ear, "we can pretend to watch the movie… but really, we just make up for lots of lost time."

Edward pulls back slightly, his eyes wide with playful shock. "I'm so in, it's not even funny. It's been a long few weeks of cold showers."

I laugh, my heart racing as I take his hand and give it a squeeze. "Good."

We start planning out our movie night, and I throw out the first suggestion. "How about The Princess Diaries?"

Edward's laughter fills the room, but he nods. "You're really going all-in on the royal theme, aren't you?"

"Of course," I say, grinning as I settle against him. "It's fitting."

Before I can offer to run down to the store for snacks, Edward's already calling his assistant. "Don't worry about it," he says, waving me off as the phone rings. "I want to spend every second with you."

I smile, my heart melting a little at how effortlessly he makes me feel important. While his assistant fetches the snacks, we change into the plush hotel robes, the soft fabric wrapping around us like clouds. When we're settled back on the bed, the lights dimmed, and the sound of the movie playing in the background, I snuggle up against Edward's side, my head resting on his chest.

His arm wraps around me, pulling me close, and for a moment, the outside world feels far away. It's just us, the quiet intimacy of the moment wrapping around us like a blanket.

We're halfway through The Princess Diaries, the movie playing softly in the background, but I'm barely paying attention. I'm too wrapped up in the warmth of Edward beside me, his arm around me, the steady rise and fall of his chest as I rest against him.

As I reach for more popcorn, a piece slips from my fingers, bouncing off my chest and falling right down my cleavage. I blink, looking down with a small laugh, then glance at Edward, who's already watching me with a raised eyebrow and a teasing grin.

"Oops," I say, trying to play it off.

Edward's grin widens, and before I can move, he reaches down, his hand grazing my chest as he makes a move to grab the rogue popcorn. But just as his fingers brush the edge of my robe, I stop his hand, my heart racing as I glance up at him.

He smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. "If you want me to touch you, you don't need to wear your food," he murmurs, his voice low and full of that playful edge. "You just have to ask."

My breath catches, and I can't help but laugh softly, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "Is that right?" I ask, my tone teasing but my body responding to the closeness, the way his fingers still hover near my skin.

Edward leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, "That's right."

I swallow hard, my heart racing as the teasing, lighthearted moment shifts into something heavier, more intense. The way he looks at me, his eyes dark with desire, makes it impossible to think straight.

I move my hand beneath the blankets, beneath his robe to grab his already hardening member. Shocking him completely in the best way.

I glance up at Edward, my hand beginning to work him beneath the covers, and I can't help but giggle, leaning in close to whisper, "Look at you, getting a hand job beneath the covers while you watch Netflix. You're just like a real boy."

Edward's eyes widen slightly at my bold move, but he recovers quickly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Real boy, huh?" he murmurs, his voice low and laced with desire. "I'll show you how real I can be."

His hand slides up my thigh, fingers tracing the edge of my robe before slipping beneath the soft fabric. I gasp as his touch sends tingles through my body, my grip on him tightening in response.

Edward leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a tantalising tease. "You've got me all worked up," he whispers, his breath warm against my skin. "I think it's time I return the favour."

The movie continues playing in the background, forgotten as our bodies become entangled, lost in a world of our own making. Edward's kisses trail down my neck, eliciting shivers and spurring me on to stroke him with more urgency.

The air grows thick with desire, the tension building until it's almost unbearable. I want him, need him, in a way that transcends the physical. This connection we share, this unexpected bond, is what truly sets my soul on fire.

He tugs gently at the fabric of my robe, the fabric slipping away to reveal the lace of my bra, and his eyes darken as they rake over me. "Now who's teasing?" he says softly, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin of my chest.

I let out a soft moan, my fingers tightening slightly around him as I continue to stroke him under the covers, the teasing between us fading into something more intense, more urgent. He pulls at the cups of my bra, exposing my chest to him.

His lips find mine again, the kiss deeper this time, more demanding, as his hand cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple in a way that makes me gasp against his mouth.

"Your boobs are literally the perfect fit for me," he murmurs, "So beautiful. You know how often I thought about these."

I feel a blush rising to my cheeks at his words, but I can't help but smile. "Well, now you can touch them all you want," I whisper, my voice low and slightly breathless.

His grip on my breast tightens ever so slightly, and he leans in, his lips brushing against mine. "Don't tempt me," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

I let out a soft, shaky laugh. "Who says I'm tempting you? I'm telling you to take what you want." I tease, my grip on him beneath the covers tightening in retaliation.

That seems to be all the invitation he needs. In one swift motion, he pulls me onto his lap, his mouth crashing against mine in a desperate, heated kiss. I melt into him, my hands tangling in his hair as our bodies press flush against each other.

"Ride me," he commands, "right now."

"It is so sexy when you make demands," I smirk, "Who knew you were such a dirty talking prince."

"Ride me," he squeezes my ass, "don't make me repeat myself, princess."

I didn't need to be told twice. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly lift myself up, positioning myself over him. Keeping one hand on his shoulder for balance, I use the other to guide him to my entrance. Inch by agonising inch, I sink down onto him, a low moan escaping my lips as I feel him fill me.

Edward's hands grip my hips, his eyes dark with desire as he watches me. "That's it, baby," he groans, his voice strained with restraint. "You feel so good."

I pause for a moment, relishing the sensation of having him inside me again after so long. Then, slowly, I begin to move, rolling my hips in a steady rhythm. Edward meets each of my movements, his fingers digging into my skin as he helps guide me.

I lift my hips up, grip the back of the bedhead behind him, before I slam my hips down on him. I cry out in pleasure.

"You're so fucking big," I whisper, as I repeat the action.

Edward's grip on my hips tightens as I move atop him, our bodies coming together in a dance as old as time. His eyes are locked on mine, dark with desire, and I can feel the tension building between us with every roll of my hips.

"You feel incredible," he growls, his voice low and rough.

His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us. Our lips meet in a passionate, searing kiss, all tongues and teeth and desperation. I can feel the coil of pleasure tightening low in my belly, building with every thrust.

"Talk to me," I whisper, "I want to hear my filthy prince."

Edward's eyes gleam with a wicked desire as his grip on my hips tightens. "You want your filthy prince, do you?" he murmurs, his voice low and dripping with seduction.

His lips brush against my neck, featherlight kisses that make me shiver. "Well then, my dear," he breathes, "allow me to give you exactly what you crave."

He rolls his hips up, driving himself deeper inside me, and I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around me," he growls. "So tight, so wet, just begging to be filled."

I let out a shaky moan, my movements becoming more erratic as the pleasure builds. "Edward," I gasp, my voice breathy and desperate.

"That's it, baby," he purrs, one hand sliding up to tangle in my hair. "Say my name. Let the whole world know who's making you feel this way."

He pulls me down into a bruising kiss, all tongue and teeth, swallowing my cries of ecstasy. When he finally breaks away, his eyes are dark with lust.

"You're mine," he growls, "every inch of you. And I'm going to take you apart, piece by piece, until you're trembling and begging for more."

His hips snap up, hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. I throw my head back, a strangled cry. He pounds up into me, energy I didn't know a human could have.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his voice dripping with barely restrained desire. "Come for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock."

His words only serve to stoke the fire burning through me. I lean in, nipping at his earlobe before whispering, "Make me."

With a primal snarl, Edward flips us over, pinning me to the bed as he pounds into me relentlessly. The new angle has me crying out, stars bursting behind my eyes as he hits that sweet spot over and over again.

"Take it deep, baby," he smacks my ass, before soothing it with a rough squeeze.

The pleasure builds within me, wave after wave crashing over me as Edward drives into me with powerful, desperate thrusts. I can barely catch my breath, my body coiled tight, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Edward!" I cry out, my nails digging into the bed beneath me. "I'm so close, please..."

He answers with a guttural groan, his pace becoming erratic as he chases his own release. "That's it, come for me," he growls, my ass earning another smack. "I want to feel you shatter around me."

Suddenly, my body trembles, clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. Edward's rhythm falters as he follows me over the precipice, his hips snapping erratically as he finds his own release deep inside me.

We cling to each other, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat. Edward presses his forehead against mine, his eyes half-lidded as he catches his breath.

"God, I missed that," he murmurs, his voice rough and satisfied.

I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "Me too. I love it when you get so far from royal you're rough. Do that more often."

Edward chuckles, his hand moving to cup my cheek tenderly. "You bring out the best - and the dirty - in me," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

I smile against his mouth, snuggling closer. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

For a long moment, we simply hold each other, revealing in the closeness. Edward's fingers trail lazily along my spine, sending delightful shivers through me.

"You know," he says, his voice low and thoughtful, "I could get used to this whole 'Netflix and chill' thing."

I laugh, tracing the strong line of his jaw. "I have to say, your version is a bit more... energetic than the traditional one."

Edward chuckles, pulling me in for another deep, searing kiss. When we finally come up for air, he rests his forehead against mine, his eyes shining with affection.

"I'm so glad you're here with me," he whispers.

I nod, my heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice.