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He kisses me again, white hot passion spilling out of his mouth and into mine. It’s a hunger so arresting it knocks the air from my lungs. But even with my ears ringing from the force of it, I’m more than happy to give up breathing if it means I’ll have his tongue in my mouth a little longer.
His tongue in my mouth, and the rest of him all over me.
As if reading my mind, Edward’s hands move up to my waist, frantic fingers groping at my t-shirt to lift it over my head. His hand hits one of the spotlights as he tosses my shirt and I can faintly hear confused voices from the auditorium below. But the outside world has no place in my mind anymore and I block it out, which isn’t very hard to do after Edward lowers his mouth to my breast.
I arch my back, moaning loudly as he sucks at my stiff nipple through the white lace of my bra. His tongue darts out to flick it, causing a rush of heat to pool at my core where I’m already so wet.
Edward knows exactly the kind of effect he’s having on me and, without moving his mouth from my breast, he slips his hand under my skirt to stroke my clit over my underwear. I gasp out loud the second he makes contact, the pressure he creates coursing through me like a series of live wire shocks.
“Just look at you,” he breathes, looking up at me, his eyes dark with arousal.
I know he’s reacting to my ruined underwear that’s soaked through and for whatever reason, I feel like I’ve been caught out. That despite my protests, my body’s just gone and proven him right. In a continuation of that betrayal, a flush blanches on my cheeks with a creeping warmth that I can’t fight back.
But I’m getting really close to the point where I don’t care what Edward thinks anymore. I want him. That’s all.
A threatening shadow of dark desire flashes in Edward’s eyes, brewing like a storm in those tempestuous pools of gray. Swirling and drawing me in like a kind of hypnotic tether that I can’t escape. I’m not sure I want to…
“These can go.” He closes his fingers around the delicate lace of my underwear and rips it clean off me.
A muffled cry flutters from my mouth and I purse my lips, clinging to him, my face in his neck to drown me out. His neck. This provides me with yet another source of distraction and as Edward gets busy undoing his pants, I close my lips around his pulse point.
He gives a deep, gravely moan when I gently suck his flesh between my teeth. It’s been a while since I’ve had the opportunity to pleasure a man, but I think that’s a sign I’m doing okay. Edward doesn’t have to know that all I’m doing is letting my want for him take the lead. That makes it easy.
He takes my face with a firm grip, forcing me to look up at him. “I’m going to fuck you now. It’s going to be hard, and you’re going to be quiet.”
Every one of my nerve endings resonates with a primal need for him, and for his words to be true. I’m so turned on I can barely contain it all. In fact, I can’t contain it. I know that there’s no way out of this except to spill everything I have in me… into him.
In a swift motion, Edward gathers me up from the table, a hand around each thigh as I wrap around his waist. Even though I can’t see it, the feel of his straining hardness teasing my core gives me a hint of what he’s packing and I shudder at the thought of it filling me up.
We go slamming into the wall nearest to us, away from the open rectangle required by the lighting rig. I know I still have to be quiet, not only to keep Zoey and the others in the dark about what we’re doing up here, but because Edward commanded me to.
The possessive power he embodies is such a turn on, I’m practically dripping for more of it. My neediness takes over my entire body in feverish fits that are simply begging for release. With my back flat against the wall, I unbutton his shirt and slide my hands over his chest.
His rippling muscles are tense under my touch and once I spot the careful lines of the intricate tattoo emblazoned there, I’m done for. The player, the bad boy, the arrogant asshole who, just moments ago, had me so enraged I could’ve wrapped my hands around his neck.
Now my legs are wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly in place as his formidable hardon grinds at my core. My lips tingling in anticipation of the next time he’ll kiss me. Devour me and every last bit of restraint I have left.
“Edward… Please…”
He brings his face right up to mine, hot and sweaty, his lips grazing my own as he says, “God, you’re hot when you beg for it.”
And thrusts into me hard. My cry of enraptured delirium is swallowed up by his fervent kiss, our tongues instantly entangled in a rousing, greedy dance that feels at once satisfying and insatiable. Then Edward inches out of me, only a little, and drives his hips forward again.
Again, again, again… His urgent, surging pounding beats me into the wall over and over, creating a salacious mix of pleasure and pain throughout my body. And all the while, his mouth on mine, heatedly drinking me in with a thirst that absolutely can’t be quenched in one lifetime.
Somewhere in the far off distance, in another galaxy perhaps, I’m vaguely aware of random objects clattering to the floor. Every time Edward thrusts into me it adds to the cacophony of chaos unraveling around us.
I cling to him, fingertips digging into the taut flesh of his strong shoulders, holding on for all it’s worth. My walls begin to pulse and clench around his rock-hard shaft, the coiled up knot in my core beginning to fray. The room and everything in it, the world and all that it holds, slowly starts to fade away and all I’m left with is Edward and my ecstasy rushing to its peak.
A choked up moan comes out of him from somewhere deep in his chest, vibrating through me. He closes his teeth on my lower lip and tugs it, eyes squeezed shut against his own failing grip on restraint.
“You feel so fucking good,” he drags his hot tongue along the sensitive area he’s just released. “So tight. Oh, God, Cara…”
Edward buries his face in my neck, his hands clutching my hips to keep me in place as he laves my skin with searing, open-mouthed kisses. I tilt my head back, exposing more of myself to him. More. It’s all I can think of. More of him, his mouth, his rigid manhood sending me over the edge.
It comes over me like a creeping wave lapping tentatively at the shore, then pulling back, swelling, building up with a force that I know will ruin me. An explosive collapse that I want to destroy me completely.
“I’m coming… Oh, Edward… I’m- I’m coming…” My voice cracks under the pressure of it. My breath panting through my words that sounds like a plea. Feels like a prayer.
