The fucking little minx. He had to give her credit for that one. “Oh, I don't think so.”
“I do.” Backing up, Bella tried to duck around the chair as he advanced on her.
Though he wasn't 100% back to himself, he knew he could catch her easily. There was furniture to dodge, and the place wasn't that damn big.
But she was apparently prepared to give him a run for his money. Biting her lip, likely to keep from grinning, she braced her hands on the back of the armchair. When he feinted to the left, she started to go right but caught herself.
“Know my moves, do you?”
“Maybe.”
Hard as fucking steel for her, he adjusted his cock in his jeans and thought for a second. If she went in one direction, she’d be pigeonholed by the coffee table. So that was the direction he egged her toward. Reaching out at the last second, he thought he had her, but he was left with nothing more than her hair slipping through his fingers. She was able to squeeze between the table and the wall, naked as a jaybird.
One by one, he slowly dragged his silver skull rings off and set them on the side table. “Did you wake up and choose violence today?”
Laughing heartily, she replied, “You think you’re menacing?”
“You’re the one running from me.”
“Shall I stand still?” The teasing in her voice almost made him smile, but he remained stern.
“No, you should come here and accept your punishment.”
“Oh, baby, and give in so quickly?” Darting away, she tried to put the bookshelf between them.
He caught her wrist and tugged. She resisted, and he let her go. “That’s one.”
The tip of her tongue touched her upper lip. “One what?”
“Chance.”
With a brief frown, she glanced around the loft. There wasn't much to hide behind, but she moved to put the footstool between them. Her long brown hair curled around her breasts, which heaved with each breath she sucked in. Her face lit up, and she moved toward the kitchen. If she made it, he’d have her trapped, and she seemed to realize that at the last second. His leg wasn't bothering him, which he figured would only last for a limited amount of time. It was in both their best interests if he stopped her.
Moving fast, he snatched her around the waist before she could clear the end of the island, holding her against him while she tried to squirm out of his grasp.
“Take the loss, love.”
Bella's eyes glowed as she stared up at him. “Never.”
Dipping into a squat, she just managed to slip under his arms and dance away.
“That’s two,” he said with narrowed eyes as he watched her cross the room.
“What happens when I’ve used up all my chances?”
“Oh, I think you know.” Stalking her, he moved forward as she backed up. “More, I think you want it as much as I do.”
She bumped into the wall and sidled to the right, her hands splayed along the brick.
“I think you want me to catch you.” Carefully, he took one step. “To hold you down, to force you to submit.”
Moaning quietly, Bella inched another step away, and he moved forward once more. “You can’t have me.”
Chuckling, he gazed at her naked body. “Your nipples tell me otherwise. See the way they peak tightly?” She shivered visibly. “Feel the way your pretty pink cunt begs me to reach out and take it?”
“No.” But her legs shifted, her muscles clenching.
“Oh, yes.” Since he was close enough, he stretched out his hand and traced his finger over her pulse. “Your heartbeat is rapid.”
“Not in desire.”
“Yes, in desire. In need.”
“No,” she breathed defiantly.
“Admit it, you need this cock.” She was essentially trapped between him and the wall, with nowhere to go but sideways to the bathroom. That would be an easy choice if she didn't really want him.
He knew she was playing a game, and she thought she’d won with that move of hers. Thankfully, he only wanted to ensure they both won.
Molding his body to hers, pressing her into the wall, he cupped her throat and squeezed. “Trying to be a bad girl, are we?”
“Ungh,” she groaned. He felt her vocal cords working against his palm, felt himself grow harder yet.
Dipping down, he bit one nipple to hear her struggle to make a sound. Relaxing his grip just a hair, he let her drag in a breath and tightened it again. “You can’t withhold this from me,” he said as he cupped her pussy. “We agreed it belongs to me.”
Bella’s eyes shifted as she watched him, then closed as he leaned in to kiss her. Changing his grip, he shoved her hands over her head and held them there, then licked and sucked her neck where marks from his hands temporarily lingered. Again, her legs shifted as she tried to find friction of some nature. Instead of giving her his fingers, he ground his pelvis against hers. His jeans were hanging so low he could practically fuck her like that if he wanted.
But giving in wouldn't be any fun.
So he kissed her, dipping his tongue into her mouth and letting her bite down on it, groaning as the pain shot through him. In return, he bit her lower lip, dragging his teeth across the tender flesh as he drew away. With Bella at his mercy, there was nothing he couldn't do to her if he chose. Perhaps she knew that. Perhaps she planned it that way. Either way, he loved the fuck out of her for it.
Curving one hand around her ass, he tightened his grip until her leg rose, wrapping around him. Teasing her, he claimed her mouth again, sucking on her lips and tongue, nipping and soothing. Mewling sounds escaped her throat where he held her captive with his grip, and her hips rocked with his. Tempted to give in, he slid a finger to her pussy and circled it through the drenching moisture.
“You realize I have bigger balls than you, right?”
She didn't even have enough breath to laugh properly, but it sounded like she tried. “Thank God,” she rasped.
“I win,” he whispered in her ear. Finally pressing her clit with his thumb, he let her squirm and quiver as she nearly came.
But then he backed off, and she cursed in his ear.
“I thought you said I couldn't have you?” he reminded her.
Loosening his grip on her throat, he focused both hands on her wrists where he’d pinned them above her head. Lacking the use of them sent a thrill through his core. He’d needed this; needed her and the wilder side of their sex life.
“You know you’re gonna fuck me, Cullen,” she said, goading him to snap. “Might as well get it over with.”
Edward’s reply was lost in her loud moan as he bit her throat. “No, see, you started this little competition.” When he dipped to suck on her nipple, she tried to drop her hands, so he straightened and thumped them back to the wall. With his face inches from hers, he said, “You wanted this. You begged me to chase you . . . catch you . . . claim you.”
Her whimper could have been anything from acquiescence to challenge. Wedging his knee between her legs, he chuckled darkly when she shamelessly ground herself over his jeans.
“That’s the second time you’ve marked these pants with your dripping cunt.”
Her eyes had dilated, were huge in her face, and lit from within. “Not the first time I’ve begged you to fuck me and you’ve refused.”
“Just remember, you like a little torture mixed with your pleasure.”
“Gonna fuck me like you hate me?” she taunted.
“It’s not as easy now.” Lowering his head, he kissed her softly, molding his lips over hers and slipping his tongue inside her mouth. “Now that I can’t forget how much I fucking love you.”
“I’m sure you have it in you.”
With a grin, he pulled one of her hands down and guided it to play with her pussy. When his long fingers pressed inside her deeper, she was forced onto her toes. Yeah, it brought back memories. In a good way.
Yanking her hand back just as she began to sound as though she enjoyed it, he shoved his thumb in her mouth, adding her wet fingers until she gagged. Keeping her gaze pinned to his, she left her mouth open when he retreated, and he gave her his thumb once more. Like a good girl, she swirled her tongue over and over, staring at him the entire time.
“Trying to be my good little slut, huh?” The quiet sound she made reminded him of enjoying the taste of her frosting. “If it’s that good, I need to have some, too.”
After running the tip of his tongue around the outer edge of her mouth, he grasped her hips and sank down to the floor. Her low moans ratcheted up to loud pleas as he breathed out, sending goosebumps over her inner thighs. Shifting her legs, raising her hips, she silently begged him to get on with it. Just as he touched her, tasted her, she thrust her hands in his hair and yanked him closer.
With a chuckle that soon disappeared, he gave her what she wanted. Pinning her tighter to the wall, he lifted one leg over his shoulder and spread her wide. Licking, sucking, he took her glistening wet pussy for his own. Possessing her body, her pleasure, sent him close to the edge of reason himself. It wouldn't take long for him to ruin his jeans at the rate he was going.
Bella’s thighs clenched, her body trying to push him away, but he locked them open until he was through. Until she screamed and cried out his name, until he felt the gush of liquid coating his fingers as they curled inside her heat. Only once she’d nearly lost what strength she had left did he pick her up and carry her to the bed. Throwing her down, he watched her bounce and reach up for him at the same time. All he’d wanted for months now was to claim her from above. To dominate her, covering her body with his as they connected. Knowing how close he was to coming, he ran his hands up her slick thighs and cupped her throat before slamming into her. Head thrown back, she cried out at the sensation, at him moving rapidly inside her. It was never the same, and yet always the same. It felt better each time, but it also felt exactly right. They came together brutally, perfectly, moving in sync as she wrapped her legs around him to ride out the storm.
Only as she clutched his forearms did he let up on her throat, staring down at her as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her pussy tightened around him, her legs trembling into another orgasm as he pounded deep and hard. He felt it, the lightning bolt up his spine, the tingling in his balls, and knew he was about to lose it.
So he let himself go, allowing it to happen. Bella shuddered beneath him, gasping for breath and clawing at his back. Firmly pressed inside her, Edward came to know the definition of perfection.
“God, baby, I love you so much.” Peppering her face with kisses, he tried to slow his heartbeat.
“That was exactly what we needed.”
“Mm.”
“Love you too,” she managed to say. Her voice was groggy, a clear indication that she was about to drop into sleep.
Though it took several minutes, he managed to gather his wits and shift to gather her close. The sheets were a mess, they were sideways on the bed, and the skies had finally opened their floodgates. The sound of the rain on the metal roof nearly lulled him into sleep as well. That, and the utter satisfaction he enjoyed in his lover’s arms.
It was only then, as the quiet in the loft hugged him close, that he realized his leg ached like a bitch. Annoyance flashed through him, because he’d enjoyed himself immensely, but then he realized it was okay. The pain had waited, forced at bay while adrenaline and lust raced inside him. Still, he would need to take something, or he’d never sleep.
Forcing himself to untangle from Bella, he rose and dug through the bag with his various medications. The black velvet box rested somewhere in the bottom, and he glanced at the bed to ensure Bella slept before flipping it open to look at it. With a euphoric grin, he slipped it back into its hiding place and took one of his pain pills to the kitchen. The bottle of water he’d left was just enough to swallow the stupid thing down, but he wasn't focused on that.
He was focused on Bella, and he would be for the rest of his life.
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