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He reads the expression on my face, for a cunning look comes into his eyes. He pinches my nipple, turning it to the side with such suddenness, my breath catches. A blast of pain squeals down my body. Sweat slicks the space between my breasts, and I pant. So does he.
"Fuck!" He grits his teeth, then pulls out and stays poised at my opening. This time, when he slams into me, the entire bed jolts. He throbs inside of me, then pulls out again and thrusts into me. And again. As much as he’s denied me an orgasm so far, something inside him seems to have tipped over the edge. And oh, my god, am I glad to be at the receiving end of all that intensity. That restrained violence. That passion that clings to every angle of his body.
He picks up even more speed, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the space. I am dripping, probably making a mess on the bedspread. The evidence is in the embarrassing sucking sound that sputters though the air every time he pulls back. It seems to urge him on, for he slaps both hands down on either side of my head, kicks his hips forward and drills into me. He stays there, still looking deep into my eyes. The world retreats. Everything stops, but for his gaze that holds me in thrall, and his cock that pegs me in place.
"Eddie, I love you."
He pulls back, and the next time he thrusts into me, the orgasm barrels up my body. "Come for me, Belle," he growls.
And I do. I ride the climax, all the way to the top, and when it breaks, I cry out. I hear him groan as he follows me over into the abyss. As the darkness subsides, and I open my eyes, I find I’ve been untied. He’s rubbing a flowery ointment into my skin. I try to move, and my entire body protests.
"Stay still." He places his big palm between my breasts, and the weight of it is calming. I close my eyes and follow the gentle touch of his fingers over my ankles, my thighs, my wrists, and around my breasts.
Then he pulls the cover over me, turns me on my side and spoons me. I’m instantly in heaven. Am I smiling? Yes, my lips are curved. He wraps his arm about my waist, pulls me in and fits his knee into the space between mine. The heat of his body drugs me and pulls me down. I allow myself to float away.
When I wake, silvery light shines through the skylight and from the windows. The sight of the sea stretching out with the pink streaks of dawn on the horizon stops me. I take in the awe-inspiring sight, then pause. I’m in bed alone. I sit up, look around, and spy the open door to the bathroom. The sound of running water reaches me.
I slip out of bed, then wince as my muscles protest. Every step I take warns me of how sore I am in between my legs. I increase my speed, reach the bathroom and slip in. Steam fills the space, and beyond the fogged walls of the shower cubicle, I make out Edward with his back to me, head thrown back, as the water pours over him. Tall and broad, he could be carved out of stone. My belly clenches, and the honey of desire oozes through my veins.
I walk across the bathroom floor, open the cubicle of the shower and slip in. The steam wafts aside, and I spot scars crisscrossing his back. Pain squeezes my chest. I must make a noise, for he looks over his shoulder. His gaze widens, then that stony countenance drops over his features. "What are you doing here?"
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Edward
"Your poor back." She traces her fingers down the scars. I pull away, but she closes the distance to me, then kisses the puckered skin.
Goosebumps pop on my skin, despite the heat of the cascade I’m standing in.
She rubs her cheek against my back. The muscles of my shoulders turn to concrete. My heart thrashes against my ribcage. My stomach twists itself in knots, and I feel dizzy. I dig my palms into the wall, forcing myself to stay unmoving. She traces the blemishes all the way to the nape of my neck.
My cock lengthens, and my balls tighten. I came inside her again last night, and it was earth-shattering. Again. And when I pulled her body to mine, buried my nose in her hair and closed my eyes, I slept deeper and longer than any other night. The last time I slept this peacefully was before the incident. And when I woke up in the morning, I slipped my upright cock inside her and finished off in a few jerks…like a teenager. She moaned in her sleep, but I managed not to wake her. Then, I crawled out of bed. I decided to take a shower because, if I stayed in bed a second longer, I’d make love to her again, and I didn’t want to disturb her sleep. And it was 'making love.' I can’t kid myself any longer.
I switch off the shower, and in the silence that follows, I hear her sniffle. "Who did this to you?"
"I did."
"What?" She steps back and stares at my back in horror. "You hurt yourself?"
When I don’t reply, she pushes her wet hair back from her face. "Why would you do that?"
"To punish myself."
"Is this because you couldn’t have her? Is that why you did it?"
"I deserved it."
"No one deserves so much pain." She reaches out and, once more, traces one of the hardened trails of skin. "No one,” she leans in, but before she can replace her fingers with her mouth, I turn and catch her wrist.
"I’m tainted, Belle."
"I don’t care. Whatever happened before is in the past. I’m your future—you said it yourself."
I lower her hand, then drag my fingers through my hair. "I need to get dressed."
"No, not until you tell me why you scarred yourself."
"I lost what I thought was my one chance at happiness. I couldn’t face my best friend anymore."
