Happy Monday :)

BPOV

The halls are empty when I leave the girl's bathroom.

Edward had only left a moment before me, but I'm not surprised to find he's nowhere in sight. I'm equal parts shocked and grateful that I'd managed to convince him to leave at all. The fever is on its last days, but I know I don't have much time before he makes good on his threat to drag me out of Bio if I take too long. I can imagine him now, striding into the room with the arrogance of a king, yanking me from my chair and throwing me over his shoulder.

I must be sick because sore and satisfied as I am, nothing about that idea is unappealing to me.

Thirty-one pairs of eyes turn my way as I enter Mr. Banner's classroom.

Even though I'd anticipated it, their scrutiny brings a scarlet flush to my face as I shuffle to my seat. I determinedly avoid meeting any gazes as I murmur an apology for my tardy interruption, feeling the guilty ghost of Edward's voracious tongue between my legs with every step.

I sit down slowly in my stool, never more aware of my body's sensitivity. Looking at Edward's empty seat next to mine, I feel a sharp, bittersweet pang in my chest. The image of him sitting by my side is so strong, it almost makes the reality of his absence unbearable. With difficulty, I force my attention to the front of the room.

Banner is in the middle of taking attendance when I sense the change. It's as though an invisible cloak has been draped over my shoulders, a pleasurable but persistent weight. I scan the classroom, but I am not surprised to find nothing out of the ordinary. No one else seems to notice. My eyes wander anxiously, trying to find him and confirm my suspicion that Edward is responsible. He's begun to lose patience waiting for me. Already? I'd probably been in class for all of seven minutes.

I can't shake the feeling that he's near...nearer than he ought to be, for the sake of our sanity. The back of my neck tingles knowing that he's watching. Just like when I'd sensed him earlier. I'd been right then, and the feeling is even stronger this time.

Just then, Banner says his name aloud, making my heart skip.

"Edward Cullen" he repeats, looking pointedly at me like I'm responsible for his favorite student's prolonged absence. "still out…" he mumbles.

For a moment, I don't breathe as my eyes do a quick scan of the room, slightly anxious that Edward will make a sudden appearance….punch the door down and pounce on me in front of everyone.

I breathe a sigh of relief when Banner finally continues down the roster, uninterrupted.

After a moment, he begins explaining today's lab assignment. I manage to force my attention away from the distraction of Edward to listen to the task- observing microorganisms in pond water- and it dawns on me that I'll be working alone today. Fuck yes. I don't have the energy to pretend to be sane. In fact, I'll work faster this way and can excuse myself in ten minutes.

Unfortunately for me, Banner and I aren't quite on the same page.

"Newton, your partner's out too so you'll work with Bella today."

Without looking, I can tell that Mike is smiling wide at the back of my head. A second later, I feel his hands rubbing up and down my arms, as if trying to warm me up, before he slings one of his arms around my shoulders.

"Don't worry, Bella- no blood involved this time around." He winks, clearly misinterpreting the nauseous expression on my face.

Mike's touch causes a strange discomfort. The weight of his arm feels about 3 tons too heavy, but I manage to force a smile. Some instinct is screaming at me, no one but Edward. Before long, the gnawing weight in the pit of my stomach urges me to put distance between us. The sense of wrongness is overwhelming, and increases right along with my sixth sense that Edward is near. And angry.

When I can no longer bear it, which is probably less than 12 seconds, I subtly ease myself into Edward's vacant seat, leaving Mike to take mine.

When I look up, I am not surprised to see him. Standing behind the classroom door, watching me, just as I knew he would be. My body instantly reacts to his proximity. Preparing. Another quick scan of the room reveals that no one is paying him any mind, but me.

His nostrils flare, and I've never seen such a threatening look in his eyes. I can't look away, but more than that, I don't want to. My man is a sight to behold, even through the frame of a narrow, foot-tall window.

The fierce scowl of his mouth, and the harsh slants of his brows say it all. He wants to devour me in front of everyone. I can sense it from him as strongly as I can sense my own desire. Our bond has changed, without question. Magnified. Developed in both the physical and mental sense. I know him better than I know anything else, including myself.

Strength and anger radiate from him, clear in the tight clench of that chiseled jaw. I want to caress him, ease the tension away.

His eyes flicker briefly to my right, subtly indicating Mike. He's demanding an explanation. Impatience is tearing through him- he's shaking. I'm actually beginning to worry. It won't be long before Edward grows tired of containing himself.

That knowledge sends a fresh wave of lust rolling through me, causing a strong, involuntary clench in the area that still yearns for another maddening brush of his tongue.

A small part of me is concerned that he won't wait for me to excuse myself like we'd agreed. The larger, less sensible part of me is spellbound with curiosity over what he will do if I don't.

I realize that I should go calm him before something irreversible happens right as Mike leans in close to me.

"Wow, your hair smells great, Bella. What shampoo do you use?"

I immediately flinch away, but it's too late.

Edward has already opened the door.

EPOV

Still as a gargoyle, I stand atop our school's restricted rooftop. Gray clouds drift lazily above and frail, green trees shift gently below. At this hour, the town's youth are in school and the adults at work, their busy work hidden behind brick and stone. There is no sign of human life as far as the eye can see. Without the help of the occasional passerby, one might easily forget that humans inhabit this green little town. Everything radiates calm.

I breathe in the naturally dewy scent that permeates Forks. With every inhale, I try to absorb the tranquility. I envision opening each of my cells to receive it, to welcome the peace in hopes that it will overwhelm me. Become me.

It doesn't work.

My cells are already too full of something else entirely.

Because the hunger I feel for the girl sitting restlessly in the classroom just below my feet can tear this city's peace apart and devour it.

Hunger. There is no better word to describe my predicament. I can't think past the throbbing weight in my pants. Before now, the most intense hunger I'd known was for blood. I'd experienced it at its worst upon meeting Bella. I hadn't known a stronger desire could exist. Even if I could go back and warn my past self that there existed a more devastating hunger, I wouldn't have believed it. My blood lust for Bella had been, what I'd believed to be, the pinnacle of hunger.

Looking back, I clearly hadn't understood the word. Because I sure as hell do now.

Every impatient breath I take is laced with it. My mind only knows Bella. My only concern is being embedded in her body, so deep and tight she'll never be rid of the feel of me. Just as I haven't lost the tight clench of her hot pussy.

I need access to her, even when I can't have it. Perhaps, especially then, as demonstrated by my interception of her visit to the restroom earlier. There was also just the other night…

"Edward, I thought we agreed not to do anything at my house." She whispered, backing away from me as I approached.

She was damp from her shower, smelling fresh and ripe, and I wanted nothing more than to make her dirty again. Smear myself so deeply into her skin I'd be irretrievable... alter her scent so that you wouldn't be able to find hers without first finding mine.

"Charlie…" She continued, back hitting the wall as she clutched her towel even tighter.

In reflex, my hand immediately shot out to rip the offending material away. Her scent was saturated in it, and the smell engulfed the air around us.

If vampires could faint, I was at serious risk.

"I'll hear him before he hears us." I promised, continuing my slow approach.

My eyes absorbed every inch of her dewy flushed skin, all mine for the taking.

I forced myself to resist the urge to pounce.

Instead, I pressed my palms against the wall on either side of her face, and leaned forward. My cheek met hers, and I felt her melt against the wall. So willing…

"Turn around" I told her.

Slowly, she obeyed although I barely allowed her any room to maneuver. When her front pressed against the wall and her cheek turned to me, I molded myself to her back.

The relief I felt at being pressed against her curves again was instant.

But it wasn't enough.

I pressed harder, cushioning my cock against the curves of her ass, thrusting firmly so that my intentions with her body were clear. She flattened against the wall and I growled involuntarily.

"Push back, baby. I need to feel you against me"

She tried, moaning softly as she arched her back and pushed. Pushed and pushed, while I remained still.

I groaned, loving her sweet struggles.

The scent of her arousal grew as she rubbed against me, and when I could no longer stand it, I reached around to grab her pussy. Fucking soaked, I speared my middle and ring fingers into her.

She gasped, her muscles moving against my fingers as she accommodated their intrusion.

I tucked her against me as hard as I dared, giving us the pressure that we both wanted, squeezing the soft flesh in my palm in reflex. Never enough to hurt her…just enough so that she'd know it was mine.

The memory robs the last of my patience.

I'd intended to give her at least fifteen minutes to text me, but I run out of patience after ten. I think.

In an instant, I am outside Mr. Banner's classroom.

At first, I resign myself to simply pacing outside the classroom door. It takes all of three seconds before the need to lay eyes on her grows too strong to ignore.

Watching Bella sit in her stool, fidgety and flushed with legs clenched shut to dull the ache I've created, calls to a very primal part of me. A part that had been born within Edward, the man, and magnified within Edward, the vampire. And now, at the peak of the season, I don't have the power to silence it. All I want, all I can think about, is marching over to my mate and prying her legs open to receive me, hard and pounding until neither of us can breathe. Until this relentless ache hurts just a little less.

If I had it my way, Bella would never leave our bed or conceal a single inch of her body, so long as my eyes are the only pair to worship the sight. In this short period of time, I've grown increasingly addicted to my girl's naked flesh. I need it to an alarming degree—just as desperately as I need her to understand who owns every inch of it.

If I had enough brain capacity for anything else, I would probably be horrified by myself.

But looking at her, I know she needs it too. Needs my cock pounding deep. The sting of my palm fresh on her bottom. The pressure of my teeth pressed into her neck, barely resisting the urge to bite.

I groan, before swallowing hard. This accomplishes nothing but refreshing the taste of Bella's pussy on my tongue.

I have to remind myself that I cannot go after her. She will come to me any moment now. I can wait. I call upon my legendary self-control, but I receive no response. Instead, I hear Banner assigning Newton as Bella's partner for the day. To replace me.

I look up, and the triumphant grin on that boy's face immediately transforms me. He saunters over to my girl and slings a lanky arm around her shoulders.

I'm suddenly deaf.

I can't hear anything past the whirring in my ears. He's picked the absolute worst moment to demonstrate his pathetic obsession with her. Rage grips me with sharp talons, sinking deeply into my chest. I stare hard at the sight, willing it to change for the sake of that pathetic boy's arm.

Then Bella smiles. My smile.

She is uncomfortable, I can tell, but she is trying to be polite. Rationally, I know this. Rationally, I know that her body can barely stomach his touch.

But that more basic, more animalistic part of me I'd mentioned…

That part….

That part wants to grab fistfuls of that beautiful mahogany hair, drag her to the ground, and destroy her pussy. I want her open and stretched, begging me to let her come, but knowing that I won't let her. Not even when she cries and shakes, telling me everything I want to hear, freely offering her ass for my spanking. It doesn't matter until she truly fucking understands.

I need her to understand.

Shit like what I'm seeing right now cannot happen, not when I'm feeling like this. That means no motherfuckers touching you, Bella. None.

I've always been deeply possessive of Bella; having finally taken her body has just made me more expressive. And right now, I want her soft spot aching for a week from what I plan to do to her.

Thankfully, she puts distance between them, buying them both some time. The pressure begins to ease from my chest, but only slightly. Mike sits in her chair, watching her, and his thoughts scream at me.

…smells so good...

Bella finally notices me and I can see the concern and wariness in her eyes. Neither can completely disguise the lust. I notice her shift imperceptibly in her seat, clenching those thighs that I already miss having my face buried between.

From the expression on her face, I can only imagine how intimidating the one on mine is.

I shift my focus to Mike briefly so there is no confusion as to the source of my anger. She keeps her gaze level with mine, a brave move that the animal in me is desperate to challenge. She's frowning as though contemplating a decision, but before she can make up her mind, Newton decides to enrage me all over again.

My hand is reaching for the doorknob before the question has even left his mouth.

BPOV

Mr. Banner, Edward, and I are the only ones in the room standing.

There's a moment of silence in which everyone is either dumbfounded by Edward's beauty after being denied it for nearly a week, or shocked by his sudden entrance. Maybe, like me, it's a little bit of both.

I'm tense, and for the first time, genuinely concerned about whether Edward has the capacity to think rationally. If he does anything to reveal himself, we'll have way more problems than we can handle, and we have enough already. I have to keep him rational.

"Mr. Cullen, I'm happy you could join us. Are you feeling well, after all?"

After a beat, Edward drags his eyes from mine to look at our teacher. In a voice so calm and level you'd think he were a shrink, he says "I am, Mr. Banner, thank you. I haven't missed any of the lab yet, have I?"

"No, no, we were just about to get started." Mr. Banner says enthusiastically before his wide grin slips, "Oh, Mike, looks like you're without a partner, again. How about you come up here and I'll guide you th-"

"That's unnecessary." Edward says, "I'm sure Mike, Bella, and I can work together. If that's alright with you."

I'm too shocked to speak, and from the look on Mike's face, he is too. He looks uncomfortable with the suggestion, but clearly unprepared to contest it.

"Yeah, sure" Mr. Banner says, gesturing towards a spare stool, "By all means."

Edward smiles and I am sure everyone in the room swoons a little, including Mr. Banner. None seem to notice the dark intent in his eyes.

He carries the stool over to our table, placing it between Mike and me without hesitation. Mike awkwardly slides aside.

"I'll uh grab the materials" Mike says, rising to retrieve our lab tools from the front of the room along with a few other students.

I immediately turn to face Edward and gone is the innocent schoolboy charm. Vanished, without a trace.

In its place is the picture of dark seduction.

Slowly so as not to be misunderstood, he says "If you let him touch you again, I will put you on my lap, shove my hand down your pants, and finger your pussy so deeply you'll cry. In front of him. Tell me you understand how serious I am."

I choke on whatever words I'd been planning to say.

My face flushes and my heart accelerates. Eventually I nod and this evil, sexy man smirks.

When I can breathe normally again, I shake my head to clear it.

"Why did you ask that Mike work with us?"

His expression darkens. "How else will I make it clear to him?"

I'm almost afraid to ask, but…"Make what clear?"

He smiles again, and looks up as Mike returns to our lab table.

Mike clears his throat self-consciously, "Shall we?"

Edward says nothing- just stares at Mike stoically until the silence grows awkward.

"Sure" I say, hoping my enthusiasm will disguise the tension.

I pretend not to notice when Edward's cold stare shifts to me.

I subtly pin him with one of my own, silently communicating, Get over it, caveman

Mike begins to scatter materials over the table and I stand to help him set up, reaching over Edward who is still using his body as a barricade between me and the other male.

"Seems simple enough…just have to set up the slides under the microscope and ID the specimen."

"Sounds good" I say, bending slightly over the lab table to plug the microscope into the socket on the other side.

Slowly, I feel Edward stand behind me, applying the slightest bit of pressure with his hips in precisely the right place. Desire coils in the pit of my belly and my body jolts reflexively. It is all I can do not to push back.

With effort, I manage to fit the plug in and straighten myself out. Edward doesn't move. In fact, he pushes against my backside until my hips are tightly wedged against the edge of the table. He's marking his territory, branding me with the stiff heat of his erection. He's showing Mike and anyone else watching what only he has the right to do.

When I attempt to step away, he places his large hands on my hips, effectively keeping me in place. His thumbs brush the sliver of skin peeking from above my jeans, dipping into the dimples at my lower back.

"I've missed you so much, baby." He bends to whisper in my ear, loudly enough for Mike to hear, but softly enough to make it seem like that isn't his exact intention. "Have you missed me?"

Mike keeps his full attention on our lab assignment, but I can tell from his rigid posture that he is paying attention.

I feel myself blush hard, but turn around to look at the love of my life. He straightens out as I move so that his heavy cock drags around my midsection until it's pressed to my belly.

I mouth to him, "What are you doing?"

His stare doesn't waver, but his hands slide from my waist to my butt.

He squeezes hard.

"Have you?"

I gasp "Of course I have"

His smirk grows and he leans in to kiss me.

"The worst part about being… sick is not being able to see you." He says with absolute sincerity in his tone. As though we haven't spent the better part of a week exploiting one another's bodies.

"Th-that's sweet, baby." I say, and look to see that Mike has finished setting up the lab, and is beginning to work without us.

Just as I'm about to acknowledge him, Edward gently takes my chin between his fingers and refocuses my attention on him.

"I miss being inside you"

My jaw drops.

Edward groans and brings his hands up to cup my face.

"Close that mouth, baby- I can't think straight."

My mouth snaps shut as everything-my face and my body-overheats.

"Edward…"

"What?" he cuts me off abruptly, "You feeling shy, love?"

My eyes flicker anxiously to Mike.

"Everybody already knows, Bella". His tone is hard and mean. "They know I'm the man with the exclusive honor of pounding that hot pussy until you're too sore to move… every single night."

His hands slide slowly down my face, my chest, over the sides of my breasts, and land back on my hips. His pointer fingers curl around two vacant belt loops and tug with purpose. I feel him, hard and thick against my tummy.

I'm breathing heavily with fear and unmistakable excitement.

"Isn't that right?" he asks me. "Tell me I'm the only one" What he means is tell Mike.

"You know you are." I manage. I have mixed emotions about what he's doing, but I can't deny him what he needs.

Triumph lights his eyes, and I can only imagine what he's hearing in Mike's thoughts.

"That's right, Bella… all mine." His voice has taken on a grave tone.

"Forever" I agree. "But we have work to do right now."

He smirks, "And even more when we get home."

After a hard, branding kiss on my lips, Edward finally steps away, giving me room to breathe normally.

My legs are too shaky to stand so I plop down on my stool and clench my thighs. A new habit, apparently.

Mike is peering hard into the microscope, pretending to be completely engrossed in the assignment.

"How's it going over there, Mike?" Edward asks cheerfully, taking his own seat beside me and placing a possessive hand on my thigh. I nearly jump out of my skin. Edward just grips harder.

Mike looks up, gaze falling to the intimate touch.

"All good." He all but croaks out.

When the bell finally rings, Edward and I are the first ones out. We don't speak. We both know that the day is already over for the both of us. He leads me out through a secluded exit, throws me across his back, and practically flies into the woods.

Less than a minute later, we're far enough from the school that it's no longer visible. Edward sets me down gently, but never lets me go as he turns to face me.

His expression is desperate but adoring. "Do you have a problem with what I just did?"

I consider it before I answer, "I really should"

"But you don't." It isn't a question.

Smirking, I shake my head, "Seeing you behave like a caveman…does things to me, Edward"

Growling, he pulls me close. "It's not a joke, Bella. If he does it again, I don't know what I'll do."

I tuck my face into his neck and hold him close.

"I'm yours." I say it in a whisper, because I know it's what he needs.

And also because it's the absolute truth.

"Say it again." He says just as low, fingers already working fast to unbutton my jeans.

"I'm yours. All of me, forever, baby"

I hold on tighter. With a harsh, frantic jerk, my jeans are off and his hand grips for the wet flesh between my legs.

He sighs, as though relieved.

"I need to hear that, Bella" he says. The shakiness in his voice urges me to look up. Then his fingers begin to move, and I can barely see a thing. "I need to hear that"

I want to tell him that I'll say it as often as he needs, but I'm silenced by his fingers entering me. His other hand cups and lifts one ass cheek to spread me wider, allow him more room to play.

I grip his broad shoulders tightly as he pumps in and out, in and out, working his way deeper each time. I know he's trying to prepare me, but my body has been waiting for this since I left him this morning.

"Please" I moan, licking the sweet skin of his neck, "Now."

He shakes his head, thrusting his fingers harder and forcing me to widen my stance. "Too tight. I need to be able to fuck you hard."

His fingers dive in so deep, I yelp.

"You can" I cry out when he brushes against my spot, "I just…need you now, Edward"

He groans loudly, "God, you think I don't need you? Take off your shirt. Show me those nipples, baby."

With shaky hands, I obey, throwing my top and bra onto the forest floor. He stares hard at my chest before he trails the hand on my ass to the center of my back to pull me forward. I bend backward as Edward's head dives for my breasts. He sucks one nipple deeply, taking his time before switching to the next aching tip.

He doesn't let up on his play between my legs, not for a second.

I cradle his head, marveling at his multitasking ability. I am so wet, I can hear it, can feel it moistening my inner thighs.

His dark eyes find mine as he draws harshly on my nipple, flicking his tongue against the raw tip as he sucks.

I can barely stand to look. My knees grow so weak, his arms are the only things keeping me up. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine it would be like this.

"Take me out" he breaks away long enough to bark the command.

Nothing would make me happier. I reach for him, trying to complete my task without interrupting what he's doing to me. When I finally have him in my grip, hot and full, a rush of heat overwhelms me. Strong and desperate.

I need it.

Without hesitation, I pry out of his grip so that I can drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. I engulf him…not bothering to start out slow. I take him as deep as I can manage with the first taste.

"Fuck" he growls, lacing his fingers behind his head. "All I want is to grab that beautiful fucking hair…but I'm too far gone, baby. I won't be able to control myself. Motherfuck-"

I moan around my mouthful, taking him deeper with every pull. I'm disappointed, but I won't press him to grab my head- I'm enjoying this temporary control.

I grab the unconquerable base of his cock in one hand, and lift the hem of his shirt with the other, raking my nails over his hard abdomen. He understands my silent request and rips his shirt off. My hand gets a little excited and explores as much skin as it can reach as I devote myself to consuming him.

Edward is growling and cursing, and I can feel his control slipping with every stroke of my tongue. When I caress the heavy weight of his balls and lick swiftly against his swollen head, he pulls away from me so quickly, I fall forward on my hands.

I'm panting harshly, taking a moment to catch my breath before I flick my hair back to look up at him. He grips himself tightly, but doesn't move otherwise. There is tension in the skin between his eyes and his mouth is twisted in a rough snarl.

My disappointment must be evident because his expression softens when he says, "I've waited all day for that pussy, and that's where I'll be coming first. Then you can suck me for as long as you want"

I smile from my position on all fours, and arch my back to show him how ready I am. Slower than I would like, he circles behind me, his eyes eating me up the entire way.

When he is out of sight, my desperation kicks up a notch. I spread my legs wider to entice him as he settles on his knees behind me.

Just as I'd expected, this earns me a swift slap on the ass. The sting is so sharp, my eyes roll backwards as I moan.

Edward begins to rub the warm spot, as he fits himself right in between my spread legs. The feel of his hard cock against my wet lips sends a swift jolt of pleasure down my spine. I can't help but push back against him. So he spanks me again.

I cry out this time, "Edward…"

"Elbows" he says, darkly. His tone alone is almost enough to make me explode.

I descend from my hands to my elbows.

"Now, you spread"

I didn't think it was possible, but my knees manage to spread an inch farther apart. I am so open and exposed and I love it. I can feel the heat of his eyes on my sensitive center.

Edward pulls his hips away, and I cannot suppress my cry of frustration.

Slap

My butt must be so pink right now.

My bare toes curl in the dirt as I wait for the sting to fade.

"You know I like to look." He reminds me, pulling further back so that he can look right into my spread open center.

I clench my eyes shut, trying to contain my urges as I wait for the inevitable thrust. Instead, I feel the unmistakable line of his nose press against my opening. He nuzzles into me, brushing against my swollen clit and inhaling deep. He presses harder, but I do not allow him to push me down. I keep my knees firm and he rewards me with a deep, sucking kiss. He lifts his head to look again, spread me some more. Then he returns, his lips parting against my flesh so that his tongue can stab, deep and thorough.

"And taste." He says between more kisses.

I am only vaguely aware of just how loud I'm being, and I couldn't care less.

With one last suck and a muffled "Mine", Edward lifts himself and finally gives me what I've been dying for.

He fits his fat head against my opening, rubs against it. With a shove, Edward is all the way inside me. If I hadn't already been on my elbows, that thrust would have knocked me there.

"Mmmm" he both moans and growls. "Nothing fucking better than this"

"Nothing" I agree when I can finally breathe.

"Tell me why, Bella." He says, fucking me just once and so hard I jolt forward.

"Because I'm yours" I barely recognize the breathless moan that is my voice.

"Very true. All of you. But which part, especially." Another punishing thrust. This one nearly makes me come so I have trouble finding my words right away.

"Which part, sweetheart?" he asks, his gentle words in complete opposition to his threatening tone.

"My pussy" I answer, willing to play any game he wanted so long as he made me come. "My pussy is yours"

"You're fucking right" he says with gritted teeth.

Then he's pounding again, as though to confirm his words. Both wide palms grip the flesh of my ass and lift, leaving no inch of me concealed. Totally vulnerable. Totally exposed.

"Too good" he's murmuring to himself as his pace increases, each thrust stinging so good tears bud in my eyes. "Never get enough, baby'

"Don't" I beg, my body eagerly accepting. "don't..." I whisper again, barely registering the fact that I'd spoken.

He's fucking me so hard, I have to brace myself, digging my nails into the soil. This orgasm is quickly snowballing out of control. I can feel it growing from the spot his thick head keeps knocking against, a burning ball of fire. As always, I'll need his strength to put back the pieces once I shatter.

"Edward' now, I'm whimpering. He'll know. He always knows.

He speeds up until I'm right there…right there…so damn close, every muscle tenses in preparation.

He's gone.

With a growl, he's on his haunches, gripping his wet cock in his fist.

My frustrated cry must echo for miles. I'm prepared to murder him.

"Turn over. On your back"

God, that tone. My mind instantly shifts from anger and frustration to total submission and desperation.

I throw my weight, clumsily landing on my back.

Edward curls his arms around my thighs and yanks me so close, my ass is planted in his lap. His hands grip my knees to spread me wide open again.

Then he stares, again.

The burning between my legs is still persistent, but I know better than to do anything to defy him now. I'm breathing heavily as his wild eyes devour every inch of me.

"Bring your hands to your breasts, and play with your nipples for me."

My hands are moving before I even realize it. The pads of my fingers outline each rigid peak, stroking and pinching gently. I'm moaning as I watch him watch me with stoicism. His expression is ice cold, save for the blazing heat in his eyes. They give me the confidence to continue what I'm doing.

His grip tightens on the backs of my knees, pressing me further back.

"You see how hard they are for me, baby?"

I glance down at my breasts, shocked at how hard they are, indeed. I've never noticed.

"Mike was thinking about them today. He was wondering how sensitive they are." His voice somehow becomes even more threatening, without raising volume.

I still my fingers, frowning at his words.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

Trembling, I rub my achy nipples some more. "He doesn't matter, Edward"

"This isn't about him, Bella. My beautiful fucking girl" he growls, suddenly distracted as he bends forward to suck my nipple between his lips, taking my fingers with it.

I groan as each harsh draw tugs at my swollen clit. I can't stand this much longer.

He nips my tip before pulling away, much too fucking soon.

He's so hard, standing stiff and heavy against his abdomen, I don't understand how he has the patience to draw this out. But I love it as deeply as I hate it.

"This is about you." He continues. "You let another male put his hands on you. Not just any male, but one who fantasizes about taking you away from me. He doesn't get to touch your skin, Bella. Ever."

His large hands drag from my knees and down the sensitive skin on the backs of my thigs, slowly nearing the wet heat that begs for him.

I shake my head, my hands growing more frantic as I rub my breasts.

"Not my fault" I try to defend, "I didn't want it."

"You think I don't know that?" He asks gently, but spanks me once on the side of my ass. His hand rubs the sting from the warm spot before returning to its post to spread me back open. "I know you didn't want it, baby… I just don't care."

One tear leaks free, "I don't know what to do." I admit. I don't know how to make it right for him.

He licks the tear away before bringing his lips to my ear. "I'll tell you" he says, "That scene in the room was his punishment. This is yours. Rub your clit. Rub it nice and hard, until you see stars."

My hand drops to do as he asks, and the inferno instantly blazes to life. Fire consumes me from the inside, out as my fingers circle. Each rotation sends fresh waves of unrelenting heat through my veins. I'm so wet, so flushed, so completely at his mercy.

I crack an eye open to watch him watch me, his punishing grip on my thighs ensure that he doesn't miss a second of the show.

The wild, the animal, the savage that lives in him has completely taken over. The knowledge propels me even higher, until I'm seconds away from coming. This is the last way I wanted to come, by my own hand.

As if hearing the thought, Edward leans over me and slams home.

My breath explodes from my lungs in a burst.

He doesn't stop, but he yanks my hands from my body so that we can lace our fingers together. He brings our joined hands above my head, pinning me down. His body is pressed totally against mine as he grinds, burrowing so deeply. The pleasure is so intense, it borders on pain and I have to wince.

If anything, he doubles the hard pace.

The self-induced orgasm had been right on the horizon, but has transformed entirely now that he has taken over. This new monster will be devastating once he finally allows me release.

When I try to wrap my legs around his waist, he growls. "Open."

I obey, spreading my bent knees open on either side of him. Without the restriction, he has free reign, and he takes full advantage. Each stroke into my body feels miles long.

"This is how your man fucks you, Bella. So deep and good, it fucking hurts."

"Yes…I love you, yes" I'm delirious.

"The next time some motherfucker tries to touch you, you remember this. Remember who owns this delicious pussy, and get the fuck away, fast. Because I won't hesitate to kill the first male who thinks he can take it away from me."

He speeds up even more.

"Oh my God" I cry. My body twists frantically beneath his, unable to withstand so much pleasure.

My struggles delight him. I know because he's shivering too, growling as he watches me go out of my mind. I have no leverage, no anchor, no way to participate. I have no choice but to take his harsh pounding without giving anything in return, a true punishment.

His lips fall on mine, finally, and I seize the opportunity to pleasure him. I part my lips, and stroke my tongue against his.

His cock slams hard every time, almost distracting me, but I determinedly keep my eyes closed and my lips moving to please him. Always to please him.

I submit fully, allowing him free reign of my mouth so that he can suck and taste whatever he wants. I just want to be his, I love him so much.

"I'm sorry" I whisper between kisses. I think I'm crying, and I'm not entirely sure why.

He's still fucking me hard enough to hurt, but his hands are roving tenderly. They sweep across my skin in adoration, paying special attention to my sensitive breasts.

"I fucking love you." He growls against my lips, before his mouth drags over my face, small nips along my jaw, heavy licks down my neck.

He stops to suck the skin there, leaving a fresh mark. He kisses it.

"Mine."

Without question. "Always."

"Come."

He only has to say it once for my body to obey. He triggers my release, and it feels like it claws its way out from the depths of my soul. With a strangled moan, I burst into a final, long-suffering flame. I open myself up to endure it as it devastates my body. I'm destroyed and put back together again, with every continued thrust. Every prolonged moment leading up to this release has been worth it.

Edward is grunting and cursing over me, blaming me for his loss of control, before he too comes inside me. After a moment, he finally stops moving but remains situated. My heart races frantically and I can barely catch my breath, but Edward is the picture of calm.

His gaze pierces mine as he waits with his cock buried to the hilt, as though making sure that my body doesn't miss a drop. I try to angle my hips up higher to help him.

When he's satisfied, he gives me one soft kiss, and rolls away. He immediately draws me against him so that my body is tucked against his side. I nuzzle his skin with my nose as his hand caresses my back.

Without looking up, I know, we're both grinning.

"How long?" he eventually asks.

Reaching for his stiff member, I say. "Now."

EPOV

3 months later

I knock twice on Alice and Jasper's bedroom door before allowing myself in.

All of the women of my family plus Emmett crowd around my soon-to-be-wife as she stares uncomfortably at something on Alice's laptop. From the minds in the room, it looks like they're trying to get Bella to decide between a few gowns they'd selected.

Each person has their personal favorite, and they aren't shy about it, making the choice impossible for her. Bella is an incurable people pleaser.

Which is why I've come to her rescue. And in a few minutes, she'll be coming to mine…

"Baby, I need your help with something, please."

Everyone but Bella groans in annoyance. Her face lights up and she immediately stands.

Emmett, who has taken a strange interest in the wedding planning, crosses his arms and looks at me with contempt.

"The least you could do is not sugarcoat it, Edward. Just say you want to fuck your fiancé, it's not a secret to any of us."

I smirk and look pointedly at Bella, because I'd argued the same exact point with her. If it were up to me, I'd stroll into the room and carry her away, kissing that mouth the whole time. Bella doesn't like to be so obvious. The result, as it is now, is a furious blush on her face. She glares daggers into Emmett.

Esme slaps him lightly over the head.

"Can't it wait, Edward, Jesus." Alice says, "I know you've done it at least once today. This is important."

Twice today, actually, but irrelevant. And still less than our average.

As far as my need for her, shit hasn't changed much at all since the spring. For a moment following, I'd almost been concerned that the condition was permanent for me. Bella didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Not even when the impulse to take her had struck me while in her father's kitchen.

Bella had been making Sunday morning breakfast for herself, still dressed in her sleep shirt and shorts. I'd just come back from a hunt. My intentions had been pure, honest. I just wanted to say good morning since I hadn't seen her in over half a day.

The second I laid eyes on her, plump cheeks teasing me from beneath her shorts, unrestrained nipples nearly transparent through her shirt, I'd lost all reason.

I'd eaten her pussy on her father's counter, then bent her over it. Charlie had been at work, thankfully, but I'm not confident I would have been able to control myself even if he'd been in the house.

It's incredible the difference a season has made to my life. Without it, Bella and I would still be virgins, just as deeply in love, but a whole lot more frustrated. I'd been so afraid of this intimacy before, and now…I can't imagine life without it. Don't want to.

Bella makes her way to my side and hides her face in my shoulder.

"I want to go." She mumbles to them.

I rub her back possessively as I smile smugly at my family from over her shoulder. They should know by now that as much as she loves them, she'll always pick me.

"How long will this take?" Rosalie asks, annoyed. She's secretly threatened. She and Emmett have since held the crown for most insatiable couple, but Bella and I are clear competition. And Bella isn't even a vampire yet.

When that happens…

My cock is hard just thinking about it.

"None of your business" I finally answer before walking Bella out.

She allows me to carry her to my room at my preferred speed.

When I set her down, her body brushes against my hardness and she looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

"You really do need me." She's smiling, eager.

"Always."

The END

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