I reach for him, pulling him closer. Then I kiss him over and over. He starts stroking me softly at first, and then faster, and soon a heat builds up inside of me that I don’t know what to do with. I may be a virgin, but I’m not innocent. I’ve come before. I’ve made myself fall apart. Only before, I would grab a pillow and muffle my cries so my sisters couldn’t hear. Now, I’m pressing my lips closed so that Luther won’t hear.
Edward seems to know what I’m doing and he chuckles.
“Oh, pretty fairy,” he whispers. “Let him hear. I want the whole fucking world to know what I’m doing to you,” he says. He nips at my ear as he plays with my body, bringing me higher and higher.
I bite my lip, and he shakes his head.
“None of that, beautiful girl. Come for me, Rose. Come apart for me. Show me what a bad girl you can be, Rose. Come.”
His words shoot straight to my heart and give me a mindfuck I’m just not ready for. I come apart, whispering his name with my release. I can’t stop myself. I can’t stop groaning, but just before I scream, he kisses me, silencing me, and he doesn’t stop until the waves have finished rolling over my body.
Then he looks down at me.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, fairy,” he says.
“I could say the same thing about you,” I tell him, and he just smiles down at me. There’s something about Edward I can’t quite put my finger on. I won’t say he’s my mate. I won’t say we have an eternal sort of bond, but I will say that when I’m with him, I kind of feel like nothing else matters.
I feel like my entire world suddenly makes sense and I feel like right now, nothing exists beyond this moment.
But being wrapped up in this moment means that I have a very specific need and he’s the only one who can help me, so I reach for him and pull him close to me.
“Please,” I whisper, and I’m not even really sure what I’m asking for.
Please give me more.
Please make me forget.
Please make this moment last forever.
I don’t want to think about anything from my past, or anything from tonight, or anything at all beyond the two of us together. I don’t want to think about the fact that I’ve never felt a need so strong. I’ve never experienced anything like what Edward is offering me now, so I reach for him, and I ask him for more.
“Oh, pretty girl,” he says. “I can do so much more than that.” He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to make you fly.”
Edward is gentle as he maneuvers himself around the bed. He moves expertly, smoothly, like he’s done this a thousand times before. He situates himself between me, and then gently, carefully, he slides inside of me.
And that’s it.
I’m full.
I’m sore and I’m tender, but oh, am I full, and I don’t know what to do now, but he does, so I hold on and close my eyes, and I enjoy every single sensation he’s offering me.
Joy.
Peace.
Contentment.
He whispers sweet nothings to me and for a little while, the entire world is just as it should be. For a little while, I’m totally, completely at peace.
For just a little while.
When he comes, he fills me, and my heart feels like it might absolutely explode. And when he pulls away, and he lies beside me, and he looks at me, suddenly I think I know why dark fairies are supposed to mate for life.
Because when I look at Edward, I suddenly can’t imagine there ever being anyone else. I can’t imagine taking anyone else as my lover, as my mate.
I just can’t even picture it.
“You were incredible,” he whispers.