Chapter Six
Lawliss
We keep kissing passionately as Eddie lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His tongue dangles in my mouth with an intensity I haven’t experienced before. He moves us toward the bedroom or maybe it’s the private lounge.
Honestly, I don’t know, and right now, I don’t care. I’m just completely wrapped up in the feel of his hands on me, steady, like he’s holding me together. Then, he suddenly pulls away, breaking the kiss, his expression... uncertain.
He skillfully drops me and I miss him instantly, my hand itching to reach him while he moves two steps backward.
Was it because I got distracted for a second? My mind has been all over the place since we started making out, bouncing between memories and reality, all of it tangling up in my head.
I don’t know what came over me to even ask him for this. It wasn’t exactly a well-thought-out plan—maybe that’s the point. I just didn’t expect him to say yes so quickly… but I didn’t really expect him to say no, either.
Honestly, I don’t know what I wanted. But this? This is way more than I’d let myself wish for. Sure, I had a massive crush on Eddie when I was a teenager, sixteen or seventeen, but this, this feels different. He feels different. This Eddie isn’t just some teenage crush. He’s… more.
“Is it too late to advise you against this decision?” he asks, walking towards the minibar in the room. I follow him and stop to stand by the door, taking him in again for the 100th time.
“What decision?” My voice comes out a bit breathless, and I’m praying he won’t back out now. Please don’t back out on me. I need this… need him, even if it’s just for tonight. I will die of embarrassment if he backs out now. I didn’t think I needed this when I initially proposed it, but now I feel this will be the mark of my fresh beginning.
He hesitates, his expression softening, and I catch a hint of something vulnerable in his eyes. “You don’t really want to sleep with me, Lawliss Dua,”. He says my full name like a prayer on his lips, and I bite down on my lower lip.
“Now that’s not true.” I take a step closer, faking the kind of confidence I don’t really feel. My hands tremble slightly, but I reach up anyway, letting my fingers brush the fabric of his tailored shirt.
He sets the champagne glass down on the edge of the minibar, his attention shifting entirely to me.
Slowly, I ease his shirt open the rest of the way, exposing his chest. His skin is warm under my touch—solid, real. I spot a faded surgical scar just below his collarbone, a deep line that travels to his shoulder. That must be from the accident . I swallow, realizing that this version of Eddie has been through things I don’t know, that I wasn’t there for.
I reach out, tracing the scar along his collarbone. “I don’t remember this,” I murmur, my fingers following the line without thinking.
He tenses, his hand pressing a little more firmly into my waist. "Yeah, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, Lawliss. I’m not the guy you remember.”
“Are you sure about this?” he asks again, his voice barely more than a whisper. He doesn’t pull away, though. Instead, the fingers of one hand graze my shoulders while the other brushes my cheek, almost like he’s grounding himself. My breath catches, and I lean into his touch, feeling my heartbeat quicken.
I don’t know why, but I feel a sudden urge to pull him even closer. He’s right. I don’t know this version of him, and maybe that’s what makes me want this so badly. He was the first guy to look at me with such ferocity; not even Derrick looked at me that way. I don’t want to know all the details. That’s easier.
“You think this is a mistake?” I ask, barely getting the words out.
For a second, he doesn’t answer. He just looks at me, like he’s trying to find something in my expression. Then his grip tightens on my waist again, just enough to make my breath catch. “Maybe, but if I take you now, there will be no turning back,” he says ominously, his eyes flicking to mine.
I let out a shaky laugh, brushing off the tightness in my chest. “Eddie, you’re probably the only person I wouldn’t regret.”
The words hang there, heavy, and I can’t believe I’ve said them out loud. He lets out a breath and looks at me, almost like he’s daring me to say it again. But I don’t. I just close the gap between us, feeling his breath against my skin as I press my lips to his, feeling him, really feeling him in a way I’d never let myself before.
The kiss deepens, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes my whole body respond, evoking a promise of what is to come. He maneuvers us to the bed without break. I start shoving his shirt off and he pulls me close to him, raising my dress up. “Easy access, I love that,” he murmurs, then his tongue and hand, skillfully matching with his perfect body, move beneath my dress.
He uses his thumb to trace my thigh, and I bite back a moan against his shoulder, shivering as he brushes his lips along my neck.
He caresses my inner thigh and then hikes me up to get closer. He leans in, then growls when I begin to unbuckle his belt. He lets it fall away, and seeing him with only his boxers unravels me. The outline of his cock peeks out. His erection throbs, undeniable proof of his arousal.
His hands trail over my skin, igniting nerves I didn’t know were there. I bite back any thoughts, any doubts, letting myself sink into the way he feels against me. The way he looks at me is as if I’m his and have been all along, which is strange.
He rubs his cock against my pussy; even with fabric between us, I feel my body tremble with desire. I pressed my hips firmly against him, unable to hold back. “Edmund, I want you,” I say breathlessly, wrapping my arms around him to draw him closer. His eyes sharpen then, and his brow drops.
“Impatient much, huh?" He chuckles, then he takes my dress off in one smooth move and unbuckles my bra, leaving me in just my panties. I suddenly feel self-conscious, sneakily looking outside.
“There’s no way I’d let anyone else see you,” he says, his voice low and firm, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. His gaze drifts to my body. I push down my panties and let out a breath. My knees are visibly shaking with my hands trembling. I’ve never had a one-night stand before and that too with someone who I’m acquainted with or done anything remotely reckless like this.
From the look in Eddie’s eyes, I have a feeling this memory is going to last me a lifetime. “Fuck me. You’re more beautiful than I imagined, Lawliss. This is my every fantasy come true. You are going to be my undoing, I swear,” he murmurs, then drops to his knees, dragging me to the edge of the bed with his face closer to my bare pussy.
“At any point, if there is something you don’t like, you tell me or tap me, understood?” I nod and close my eyes, my heart beating fast in anticipation of what is to come.
Eddie’s fingers brush over my clit, sending shivers down my spine. He rubs it a few times with his hand and pushes a finger in and before I have a chance to adjust to the sensation, he pushes a second finger in, then a third, eliciting a moan from me.
My body arches instinctively, pressing into his hand as if it has a mind of its own. Each movement of his fingers sends another wave of heat through me, my skin prickling with anticipation. My breaths come faster, uneven, and I grip his shoulders, needing something to hold onto to ground me in the moment.
I meet his gaze, his blue eyes unwavering as he watches my reaction. It’s as if he’s studying me, learning every response, every breath. The intensity in his gaze is almost too much to bear, and I close my eyes. “Look at me,” he murmurs softly, and the warmth of his voice only adds to the fire coursing through me.
I shouldn’t want this so badly. I shouldn’t be giving in so easily, but every touch of his hand seems to undo me. I open my eyes, meeting his gaze, but before I can say a word, he curves his fingers just right, hitting a spot that sends a jolt through me. A moan slips out, raw and unguarded.
“That’s it, Empress. I want your pretty eyes on me when I bring you to the edge.” And then he takes it to the next level, adding his tongue, weaving it beneath me while rubbing my clit simultaneously. My whole body shivers. He slides his hand up to my breast, grabbing and squeezing, his touch possessive and knowing as if he’s memorized every inch of me. As if he’d known my body forever, and this wasn’t our first time together.
His movements grow more intense, each touch and caress deliberate, until I can’t hold back. Moans spill from my lips, my breath hitching as I come undone under him. The world seems to slow, everything blurring except for the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
“That was…” I trail off, still catching my breath, feeling like I’m floating.
He leans close, his voice low and almost dangerous. “I’m not done yet. This is just the beginning.”
A thrill runs through me at the promise in his words, but I raise an eyebrow, trying to keep my composure. “You don’t say,” I murmur, my voice a little shaky, teasing.
He smirks, then captures my mouth, the kiss deep and consuming, stealing whatever strength I had left. My fingers slide into his hair, gripping him like he’s my anchor, even as I’m drowning in him. When we break apart, our foreheads pressed together, his eyes search mine, filled with an intensity that says he’s not letting go anytime soon.
He takes his time sucking one of my breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling over me. Round and round. He kept sucking and kissing every part of me, taking me in and enjoying my taste.
I pull him closer, my fingers and nails digging into his back, but that only seems to drive him further. He responds with even more intensity, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of me, like he’s determined to leave no part of me untouched.
He lines himself up at my entrance, his gaze never leaving mine. The anticipation hums between us, heavy and electric, making every nerve in my body feel alive. His grip on my hips tightens, grounding me as I brace myself, my heart pounding so loud I swear he can hear it.
He slides into me, a moan escaping my lips as I take him in. He moves slowly, inch by inch, each deliberate motion igniting a fresh wave of need. It’s almost too much, too slow. I need him to move faster.
“Please…” The word slips out before I can stop it, barely more than a breath. My voice trembles with need, with the aching vulnerability of wanting him this badly.
He gives me a slow, wicked smile, dragging his teeth over my nipple as he moves his hips, teasing me with the barest hint of pressure. His mouth trails down my neck, still moving at that agonizingly slow pace, lingering over my skin, tasting me like he’s savoring every inch. I shiver under his touch, my breaths turning shallow and needy.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice rough and low. “So greedy for me, Lawliss. It drives me wild.”
“Go faster, please." Heat floods my cheeks, but shame doesn’t even touch me. I’m past that, past holding anything back. He chuckles and then starts moving faster as requested.
“I’m almost… almost,” he pulls out, then slams into me again, going at a faster rhythm. I meet him thrust for thrust. Our moans mingle as I come undone. He follows seconds later.
“Wow,” I say breathless.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he flips me for me to be on top of him and I bite my lip and grind. I start slow, then move harder against his thigh, moving at a faster pace and losing myself in the feeling, in the way his need matches mine.
There’s something powerful in it, something that makes me feel vulnerable and invincible simultaneously.
He releases my hips and gives me a sharp smack, the sting blending with the heat already pooling between my thighs.
“Go faster,” he orders his voice like a command and a promise all at once. “Take what you want. I want to feel you let go.”
And I do. I lose myself in him, riding him with a wildness I didn’t know I had driven by a need that feels primal, raw.
My movements grow desperate, every part of me reaching for that edge. I cry out as the pleasure builds, so intense I can barely hold on, until finally, it crashes over me, shattering whatever restraint I had left. I come undone in his arms, trembling and gasping, feeling as if I’ve been completely unraveled and yet somehow made whole.
I cling to him, my body still pulsing with the aftershocks, my breath coming in shallow gasps. It’s as if he’s unlocked something hidden deep inside me, something wild and unrestrained that I can’t put back now. My heart races, my head spins, and I crumble against him, letting the high slowly go away, leaving me raw, vulnerable, and alive.