Chapter Five
Edge
Kissing Harley isn’t like anything in the world. She’s soft and sweet, delicious, like licking up sunlight and goodness. It rushes through my veins, the headiest of drugs anesthetizing any of the pain I feel.
And I’m lost.
I lose myself in her, licking and nipping at her sweet lips, thrusting my tongue through the seam when they part to gasp in a breath.
I stroke hers, stroke it hotly, hard, the same way I want to bury my aching cock inside of her sweet, tight heat and fuck her until she doesn’t know her own name.
Until all she knows is mine. I want to claim her, brutally, like the beast I fucking am.
I tear away, breathing hard, my whole body throbbing. My hand fumbles with sheets between us, ripping them off her sweet body. When I realize she has one of my t-shirts on, I let out a pained groan. Her hand is resting on my neck, so she feels it escape.
She turns my face up to hers and looks at me with a worried frown. “Edge, I- did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”
“Never,” I breathe. “You do, but it’s the sweetest pain.” I thump my chest hard, right above my heart.
I pull back, sit back on my heels and slide my hand up her shapely leg.
Fuck, her skin is smooth, creamy perfection.
I drop a hot kiss to the inside of her knee.
She goes completely still, her eyes slamming shut.
She whimpers when I trail my hand up her thigh.
I push the hem of the t-shirt up over her hips, and fuck me, she has a little black lace thong on.
My hand is drawn there like a magnet, and I run my fingers down the seam of her, coating it in her wetness before I suck it between my lips.
She shudders, a shiver that traces its way through her whole body, starting at her legs and ending up in her belly. I watch her muscles quake, my body licked up with the flames of savage heat.
I grip her panties and slide them down her legs. Hard. So hard that she gasps and reaches down to rub absently at her thighs where the lace chafed at her sensitive skin.
I take hold of her ankle, the bones fragile in my powerful grip. “Spread your legs, sweetheart. Let me see all of you. I’m going to feast there and you’re not going to come until I tell you to, you understand?”
Really, I shouldn’t be surprised when her foot kicks in my hand, nearly striking me in the jaw. I catch it just in time, keep it from doing any real damage. My face has definitely had enough for one night.
“You can’t tell me what to do!” she sasses back. “You don’t control my body.”
“Sweetheart,” I chuckle darkly. “In this bed, I own you. Heart, body, soul. I own every bit of you. I’m the one in control. I’m your man and I fuckin’ love ya. You think that I’d ever do something to hurt you? You think I want to break you for the sport of it?”
I give her a second to digest that. She doesn’t answer me, just stares back, her eyes burning, her thighs trembling under my hands.
This is new. The unexplored component between us.
I don’t know how she’d imagined it would be, but I know that it’ll be harder, rougher, far more fucking animal than she could ever have thought.
And I’ll damn well show her how to love it.
“I want to own you, Harley. Break this beautiful body in nice and slow. I want to mold you and shape you, teach you all that’s to come, all that’s possible.
Things you know nothing about. But you gotta trust me.
You’ll have to surrender that wild spirit you were born with inside of you, trust it to me and I promise, I fucking swear to you, that I’ll give it all back to you.
I get that you’re a strong, independent woman, but not here.
Not in this bed. You’re mine and I want your surrender. ”
She still doesn’t answer me. Her face is stoic, but her teeth are sunk into her plump lower lip. I want to bite her there, draw her blood and lick it away like she licked mine earlier. I dig my fingers into her thighs, just hard enough to make her gasp.
“You feel me, Harley? Or do you want to kick me in the face again?”
Her lips part and I can see how hard she’s struggling to give up control. The trust and love she has for me shines in her eyes, but she doesn’t want to surrender that part of herself. It’s always just been her, but that waiting shit is over. I’m real and I’m here.
“What if I told you to go fuck yourself?” she asks, without a smile, but it fucking nearly makes my chest cave in to hear the humor in her tone.
“I’d say you’d be missing out then, seeing as I know how fucking wet you are for me. I can smell your arousal.”
Her expression turns serious. “What if I let you and you don’t like it? What if you don’t like any of this with me? What if I don’t like losing control?”
I don’t laugh, because her fears gnaw away at me.
“Not possible.” I bend my head and nip her thigh, just for good measure.
“Not fucking possible,” I say again as I raise my head, so she can see me talking to her.
“I want you, Harley. More than I fucking want anything. I’m a hard man who likes to fuck hard.
I promise if you go to hell with me, I’ll take you as close to heaven as a man like me is ever gonna get. ”
My heart beats hard and loud as she swallows just as hard and just as loud. “Don’t say that,” she whispers. “Take me to heaven or hell, then. I trust you. I’ll let you have my body. I’ll let you teach me what it means to surrender. I’ll let you take control.”
“That’s my girl.” My mouth waters to taste her, to bury my face between her thighs and lose myself, but not yet.
I don’t want her to know just how deeply she affects me because I can’t believe it myself.
It’s her I want to break and I can’t do that if I let myself go off like a goddamn kid.
“Spread your sweet thighs for me and let me see my prize,” I command.
She hesitates for a second, smudges of red appearing on her delicate cheekbones like they’ve been painted there. When she parts her legs, giving me one hell of a show, her lush, bare cunt glistening with her sweet nectar, I nearly come in my fucking pants. A full body shudder rolls through me.
“Beautiful, darlin’” I breathe, looking right into her eyes. “Now, reach down and spread yourself.”
“Jesus,” she breathes.
“Nope. Just me. Just you and me. Your man about to make you scream my name.”
She shudders, but her hand trails down her flat stomach, down lower.
She tentatively touches herself, so shy that it feeds the sick black beast inside of me, the beast that wants to devour her, wants to unzip these jeans and fuck her until my cum is spilling down her thighs.
Make her stand up and walk around the room, just so I can watch it trickle out of her before I bend her over the bed and take her hard again.
She parts her folds for me, so that I can see all of her, slick and gleaming.
My cock kicks hard against my jeans, punching the indent of the fly into the head for the millionth time that night alone.
Fuck, I am so screwed.
“You want my tongue there? My mouth? All over your beautiful little cunt?”
“Yes,” she pants. “Oh god, Edge, yes.”
Because I’m a bastard, seriously hanging on by a thread, I let out a dark chuckle that raises the hair on the back of my neck. “Or maybe you want something else.”
Her eyes darken and her lips part. “Yes,” she breathes.
“You want my cock? You want to taste me?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. Now her eyes aren’t just dark with desire. They’re shimmering with excitement. Still, she hesitates. I know she won’t do it on her own. She’s waiting for me. Waiting for me to tell her what I want her to do.
“I want you to take my cock out, Harley. I want you to show me, with your hands and your mouth, what you want me to do to you.”
She scrambles across the bed before I realize she’s slipped out of my hands. She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, eyes so trusting that it slays me.
“I want you to take my cock out and suck me, Harley. Use that pretty mouth to make me come.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I want to taste you.”
I didn’t expect her to be so eager and it’s going to kill me. At this rate, I’ll probably last a few seconds and shoot my fucking load down her sweet throat. I have to slow this down.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I growl, taking a step back so that my feet are firm on the floor. My face starts to pound with the movement, but it can go fuck itself. There is no way I’m gonna let it slow me down. “Open your legs so I can see how wet you are, thinking about my cock in your mouth.”
She sits down shyly and opens her legs even more reluctantly. I purposely stare at her face, because if I look at her sweet cunt, leaking all over the place, so wet and ready for me, I’m going to lose my shit and turn into a complete animal.
“Swirl your finger through your juices. I want to see you coat it.”
Her hand slides down, but I keep my gaze locked with hers. She stares back at me like I don’t look like a monster, like half my face isn’t fucked beyond reason. She just sees me.
And I see her. The woman in front of me, the woman she’s become. My woman. Mine.
“Bring it up to your lips. Taste it. Taste yourself, Harley. Taste how badly you want me.”
The sight of her doing as I’ve told her to nearly brings me to my knees. Her eyes widen in surprise when her tongue snakes out to taste her juices, and fuck me, watching that discovery flit across her face.
I step closer to her, knocking her knees apart with my leg, shoving her thighs roughly, so that I’m standing between them, bringing my waist nearly level with her face.
Her hands fly to my jeans, so eager. Always so eager. She makes a little whimper low in her throat as she deftly frees the button and tugs down the zipper. She uses both her hands to shove my jeans and boxers down my hips, springing my erection free.
Her gasp is… well… it’s a nice stroke to the ego.