Page 8 of Pretty Black

Moments of him.

I wanted it all.

Freely given and offered, accepted by this willing vessel.

“I’ll listen to this one more. It’s just for us. The rest of the universe gets the other. This is just for us.”

“You have all the parts of me no one else gets.”

“And I’m eternally grateful.” I loved when he gave over to all those parts just under the surface and sank beneath the waves with me to lose ourselves in one another, if just for a little while.

“Finish your song. I need you against me.” He stayed on his knees instead of dropping forward to fuck me into the mattress like he normally did.

“Come here.”

“Not until you’re done.” He slowed his strokes, changing the needy fast-paced fuck to a slow burn.

“You really intend on fucking me all night?”

“If you can handle it.”

I twisted to watch, torn between watching his reactions and immersion in how he took me in deep, world-shattering grinds. I attempted to catch my breath, turning back to my phone and the little notebook of lyrics, grasping at the threads I’d abandoned, trying to regain the music.

It was slow, but it came to me. Nearly a whole song composed while his hands traversed my skin, playing and teasing, leaving me so desperate I could hardly draw breath by the time I’d finished.

“Done. Let me save this.”

“No.”

“No? You want me to throw away all this work?” I laughed because there was no chance.

“I want you to leave it on and come here.” He grabbed at my shoulder and stomach, pulling me upright against him, both of us on our knees. He dug his nails into my chest, holding my back to his front. “Like this.”

The angle obliterated me. I barely held off my release.

His lips found my ear as we writhed together. “I want you to make that happen one day.”

“What?” I asked, grinding my ass into his hips.

“Make the entire world know who I belong to.” He grabbed right above my cock, slamming me into him, getting him impossibly deeper.

“I promise.”

Why didn’t I hold on tighter when I had him?

THREE

PRESENT DAY

Iris Black

“Your thoughts are loud,” I whispered as the sun broke the crest of the city, casting light into Caspian’s penthouse.

“Okay, Edward. Are there any other vampire traits you possess I should be aware of going forward?”

“Does that make you Bella?”

“Obviously you’ve never actually watched the movies, or you’d know Edward can’t read her mind.”

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