Page 60

“Edward, please,” she moaned.

“What do you want, love?”

“I… I…”

“Tell me what you want, Ara mine,” he purred, nipping her earlobe.

The sensation set her body ablaze, and she writhed beneath him.

“I want you to make love to me.”

* * *

Edward groaned at her words. He’d never expected her to say them. Her body already told him as much with the way it quivered beneath him.

“Do you know what you’re asking me, Ara mine?”

“I feel like I’m going to burn right through, Edward,” she complained, squirming beneath him. “My breasts feel so heavy, and I feel like I’ve drenched my shift. What is happening to me?”

Fuck.

He groaned inwardly. Did she know what her words were doing to him?

He was already throbbing painfully in his breeches, and if she stopped him now, he would probably die.

“Ara…”

“Please, Edward.”

He gave in, kissing his way down her neck down to the junction between her neck and shoulder. Her moan rent the air.

“You’d have to be a little more quiet, love.”

“I can’t,” she cried. “It’s too much.”

“Show me where.”

His hands ran up her thigh, and she squirmed harder, grabbing his hand and placing it on her round breast.

He groaned, palming her. He kissed the tops of her breast while his hands unfastened her stays.

When he moved to pull down the top, she stiffened.

“You have to trust me, love.”

He looked into her eyes to show her he’d take care of her, and when she finally relaxed into him, he felt elated.

“I do,” she breathed.

Edward pulled down her neckline, his eyes widening to take in her beauty. Her breasts were heavy and rounded with pink tips that called to him. He flicked his tongue over one and then nipped it lightly, enjoying the way she squirmed and tried to hold back a scream.

He laughed against her breast, nipping and sucking and licking, enjoying the way her cries rent the air. She tasted sweet like honeyed wine that he was ready to overindulge in. He palmed her other breast and massaged it so it didn’t feel jealous.

He pulled her dress further down and kissed his way down her stomach, lifting her skirts. His finger teased her inner thigh, a shiver running through him at how drenched she was.

He lifted his finger to his mouth to taste her, and she reddened.

“You taste sweeter than honey,” he told her, kissing her so she could taste herself.