The Final Chapter... hope you enjoy!


Bella found herself trying to remember to breathe as she watched the expressions pass over Edward's face. She wasn't embarrassed at her brazenness as she normally would have been. Most likely, because as she watched him, she swore she could read something else in those dark orbs.


Edward Cullen wanted her.

Seducing him might not be as difficult as she'd thought. As he remained silent and before he had the sense to stop her, Bella gave him the wickedest of smiles while she slowly slid out of her chair. She made sure her movement allowed her raincoat to part fully revealing the red silk teddy showing off her long legs and those fuck-me pumps in the dim office light. Hearing Edward's harsh intake of breath, indicating he had completely noticed her appearance, Bella had never been happier that she'd risked sure death by walking around in her stilettos.

Noting how his eyes burned and his nostrils flared she continued her approach and moved around his desk until she was standing directly in front of him. Finding courage she didn't know she had, she reached out and ran her fingertip gently from his shoulder down his arm. She delighted in the way his body went taut at the touch, his eyes becoming dark and unreadable. Growing bolder, she reached up with her other hand and brushed it across his chin, shivering at the knowledge that his skin was warm to her touch, with just the slightest hint of stubble.


His raspy voice brought her mind back to the task at hand as she focused on his eyes again. His was wary, but did nothing to remove her fingers as they caressed their way along his chin and down the curve of his neck. She thrilled to the pulse in his throat beating rapidly, and smiled at him.

"Yes Professor…" she husked back, allowing her fingers to edge dangerously close to his lips, feeling the soft pants of breath against her fingers. When he did not immediately answer, she allowed her fingers to brush across his full lips, drawn tight as he struggled to resist her.

Resistance. That was not an option tonight.

She continued her light caresses, learning the feel and texture of his soft skin, never taking her eyes off his face. She felt her body temperature rise as little prickles of desire flooded over her at the sensation of his warm skin beneath her fingertips. She needed more and it seemed she would have to make the first move.

Leaning down Bella pulled Edward's face up to hers and whispered throatily, "Relax, you might just learn something," just before she pressed her lips tightly to his.


Edward knew he should do something, anything, to stop her, but he remained frozen at the touch of her sweet lips. For a moment, he tried to ignore their silken smoothness and the quick dart of her tongue as she teased him unmercifully. This was scandalous, indecent- just plain wrong. Yet nothing had ever felt so right!

Without realizing what he was doing, he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her down into his lap as he opened his lips to allow her tongue inside. Her soft moan as their tongues met gave him the courage to tighten his arms as he finally allowed himself to kiss her back.

One kiss. It was only a kiss. He would let her think she had succeeded and then he would pull away. He was obviously going to have to exert and maintain self-control for the both of them. She was still his student and…

…technically it was after midnight. She was graduating today, and her lips were so soft, her tongue deliciously wicked as it tangled with his. Her soft curves molded into his, as if she were meant to fit him perfectly. Unable to hold back he moaned as her fingers tangled in his hair, her nails scraping gently along the sensitive flesh at the nape of his neck.

This was as close to heaven as he'd ever been, and probably ever would be in his life. Surely something that felt this good couldn't possibly be wrong. With a groan, he pulled her closer.


The kiss went on and on, growing deeper and hotter with each second.

Bella knew she was a passionate person, but she hadn't expected to feel this much passion for Edward. She was shocked at the blazing desire now running through her body, sensitizing her every nerve. She had never met anyone that brought out the driving need she was feeling right now in Edward's arms.

Always needing to be in control, she was more than willing to allow her emotions to rule her tonight. Plus, from the hardness pressing insistently against her leg as she sat in his lap, she had a feeling Edward was not going to make it extremely difficult.

He moaned in regret suddenly dragging his mouth from hers, and she tightened her arms around his neck whimpering at the loss of contact.

Edward was breathing hard, amazed at the desire this woman had sparked in him. Yes, it had been a while since Tanya, but even she hadn't been able to get him this worked with nothing more than a kiss.

But what a kiss!

He could see the frustration in her eyes, knew she was wondering why he'd pulled back. He wondered himself as he watched her try to catch her breath, her chest heaving prettily, displaying her cleavage nicely as the low cut teddy pulled tight across her breasts. Her eyes were wild with desire, her lips swollen with passion as she panted against him.

The sight was nearly enough to make him lose it right there, and he struggled for some form of control. He needed to act like an adult and figure out how to deal with this situation before it got a lot harder.

Wrong choice of words, he thought as he felt his body respond to the double entendre.

"Bella, we can't do this," he said, seeing a glint of the familiar stubbornness appear in her eyes. He really didn't want to stop but he had to at least try. It was only fair to them both. He caught his breath as she stopped his words by moving until she straddled his lap. He gasped as he felt her heated center now pressing down against his hardness, separated by only their thin pieces of clothing.

"Why not Edward? You know you want me," she purred. Carefully gauging his response she shifted again, unable to stop her moan as she felt his hips thrust up involuntarily against hers. The only disadvantage being that it was through layers of clothing.

She knew he was thinking about how she was his student and he her teacher. However, she had taken his final, passed it and was no longer his student in the academic sense of the word. The trick was getting him to realize it.

Without giving him a chance to continue protesting, she pulled herself off of his lap, hearing his sigh of relief or regret she couldn't tell. He thought she was backing off.

He had never been more wrong.

It was time to turn this seduction up a notch.

Refusing to lower her gaze, she shrugged the raincoat completely off her body, letting it fall in a puddle at her feet. She shivered slightly as the breeze from the air conditioning wisped over her skin, tightening her nipples, and fluttering the red silk erotically against her body. The sensation giving her the courage she needed to continue.

"Edward, you can't resist me," she whispered sensuously, seeing him start at her soft words. Gazing intently into his darkening eyes she let her hand wander along the curve of her neck and down to the swell of her breasts. She smiled in triumph as she saw his eyes widen in realization of her intentions.

Never removing her eyes from his, she cupped her breast lightly in her hand, shivering as her fingertips brushed over her nipple. She involuntarily moaned in response to her own touch over her already stimulated body. Her eyes closed in bliss as she cupped her other breast letting her fingers dance over the already hardened nipple and when she applied pressure - wildfire burned through her body. Keeping her eyes closed, she slid one hand down brushing lightly over the thin material covering her mound and pressing lightly against her small nub she nearly doubled over in pleasure.

She cried out as she suddenly felt strong arms grab her around the waist, hauling her up against a firm body. Her cries were stifled as his lips, hard and bruising on hers, finally kissed her like she'd dreamed about for weeks.

He had tried.

He really, truly had tried to resist her.

To resist her and the pleasure she was offering.

He'd thought he'd succeeded as she'd pulled back, only to find his mouth dropping open in shock as her raincoat pooled at her feet.

The silk teddy barely covered her thighs, the soft red material stretched tight against her breasts. Her hair fell in waves down her back, calling to him to bury his hands in the silken mass and feel the warmth of her scalp beneath his fingers. He was about reach out when… he turn to stone.

Edward could not move. He watched as she ran her hands over her breasts and then slid them down between her legs. The sight of Isabella Swan pleasuring herself, and enjoying it, was the final straw.

Before he even realized he'd moved. He had her locked in his arms, his mouth crushing hers as she hungrily returned his kiss. He molded her body to his as he thrust his leg between her thighs, groaning when he felt her wetness.

"Bella," he growled as he felt her hands slide down to cup his backside, pulling his hips even tighter against hers.

"Edward, please," she moaned, uncaring of how wanton she sounded, knowing only that she needed to feel his naked skin against hers.

Nearly ripping his shirt in her haste, she yanked at the buttons, glad to feel him helping her divest him of the encumbering material. When the shirt was on the ground, her hands immediately went for the button at his waist, feeling his hands move to help her undo and push his pants to the floor. She moaned again as she realized that he was now clothed in nothing but a pair of black silk boxers. His rock hard desire pressing insistently against her bare thigh.

Edward groaned low in his throat as he felt her arch against him, moving so her weeping center was rubbing directly against his hardness. He could feel how hot she was even through the thin material. She was burning up for him which only heighten his desire.

He had to have her.

All sense of right and wrong flew out the window as she arched and moaned against him. It might be forbidden, but he could no longer deny her. He had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted the one in his arms, and he wasn't going to second guess himself any more.

"Bella," he managed as he allowed his lips to slide across her neck, kissing and nipping a path over her collarbone and down to the curve of her breasts. "Bella, let's move this some place more comfortable," he tried, surprised when she pulled back and shook her head.

"No, I want you to take me right here, right now Edward," she whispered in a throaty voice, pulling herself reluctantly from his arms sliding back so she was perched on the edge of his desk. She smiled as his eyes widened at what she was suggesting. She loved the way he looked, breathing hard, nearly naked, eyes filled with lust and desire. She wanted nothing more than to see this self-controlled man finally lose that control, and she knew just what it would take for that to happen.

"You can't tell me you haven't thought about it, can you?" she whispered, leaning back until she was spread out on the desk, her thighs parted shamelessly. "Having me. Naked. Right where you work every day. Taking me quick and hard. Making me scream your name in ecstasy," she purred, feeling her body go liquid at the way his body tensed and his eyes flamed.

"Make MY fantasy a reality Edward, I want you, right here, right now," she repeated, holding out one arm, allowing her hand to brush down the length of her body again.

Edward knew he was lost the instant she started whispering his darkest fantasies to him. How could she have known the number of times he'd pictured exactly what she'd just described? What she was offering him? The sight of her, stretched out wantonly across his desk, was right out of his darkest dreams and there was no way he could resist her. He didn't even want to try. She'd set out to seduce him and she'd damn well succeeded.

With a low growl, he was on her, pressing his body against hers, pushing her back against the wood of his desk. He saw her eyes flame with passion and triumph as she wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting her hips up to his, begging him to take her with broken words and frantic touches.

He buried his head against her breasts, taking one hardened nipple deep into his mouth through the silky material, nipping it with his teeth and then soothing the sting with his tongue. One hand stroked and pulled at her other breast, giving it the same attention his mouth was paying to its twin. His other hand slid over her stomach, enjoying the way the soft silk felt against his fingers, but he was in search of another softer place.

Her cry of pleasure echoed through the room as his fingers finally slid between her legs. He was past the point of patience as he pushed aside the thin material covering her mound and slipped two fingers deep inside her. She was so wet, so hot, for him. It staggered him to know she wanted him so desperately. He experimented with different strokes, long and hard, short and swift, learning what made her gasp and what made her scream. Finding a particularly sensitive spot, he twisted his fingers inside her, feeling his own desire ache unbearably as she shrieked and clenched her muscles tightly around his fingers.

He was so involved in watching her, it came as a complete shock to suddenly feel her hand grasping him.

Bella was lost in a sensual ecstasy she'd never before known. None of her previous experiences compared to what she was feeling now, with Edward Cullen panting above her, his mouth teasing her breasts and his fingers moving deep inside her.

It wasn't enough. She needed to feel him, to know she could bring him to the writhing state of ecstasy he'd helped her achieve. Knowing he was distracted, she took the opportunity to slide her hand between them and heard his harsh gasp as she finally closed her fingers around him.

She stroked him lightly through his boxers delighted with the way he cried her name and pushed into her hand. Bringing her other hand into play, she used both to quickly push his boxers down his legs, moaning in delight as she finally held him full, hard and pulsing in her hand.

Edward knew he'd never felt anything quite like her soft fingers wrapped tightly around him. Unconsciously, he arched into her hand, moaning her name as she began to stroke him quick and hard, exactly the way he liked it. For a brief moment, he wondered where she had learned this skill, praying it hadn't been from that obnoxious Eric boy she'd dated a few years back. Somehow, though, he doubted it.

He groaned as he felt her hands suddenly leave his flesh and was reaching to bring them back, when they locked on his hips pulling him down between her thighs.

"Edward, please, I need to feel you inside me, now," she moaned, pulling his body into perfect alignment with hers. The need to have him buried deep inside her, just like in her dreams, was almost unbearable.

"Bella," he whispered, unable to deny her plea. Holding himself back, he pushed gently against her, slipping slowly inside her tight passage, nearly consumed by the heat and wetness that closed around his aching member.

"Edward!" she cried out, arching hard against him, forcing him as deep as he could go. She was in no mood for slow tonight. She needed him hard and fast and now.

He muttered a curse as he buried himself to the hilt in her warm, willing body. His breath hitched at the divineness of this situation. For a moment, he remained still, simply savoring the connection allowing his desire to take control as he felt her writhe against him.

He began a series of quick, hard thrusts, sensing this was how she wanted to be taken. He was rewarded with cries and pants of his name as she wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into her until he swore he was hitting her cervix.

Bella was lost in the feeling of the hardness pounding into her, his powerful body pressing her against the hard wood with a delicious friction that aroused her even more. She could feel herself building to a peak she'd never climbed before, sensing instinctively that he was right there with her.

Edward knew he couldn't hold out much longer, the desire building inside him almost too much to bear.

"Bella!" he cried desperately as he slammed into her, rejoicing in the way she was moaning his name with every thrust. He felt the wave building, cresting then breaking inside him as she tightened around him.

Bella screamed as his final, hard thrust sent her flying over the edge, ecstasy like she'd never known shooting through her. She felt him shudder against her, releasing into her with several short sharp thrusts as he moaned her name, his face buried against her throat as he shuddered in her arms.

Slowly, she felt her body begin to calm, rejoicing in the fact that she had accomplished her mission.

She had seduced Edward Cullen, and she had done it with a passion that surprised her. She'd known she had a sensual side, but she hadn't realized how much she'd enjoyed using it until tonight. She only hoped Edward felt the same - she had no desire to show this side to anyone else.

Edward was slowly returning to consciousness, extremely aware of the beautiful woman panting beneath him, the warmth of her body surrounding him as she held him tightly to her, refusing to let him go. He had never felt so content, so relaxed in his life, and it was all thanks to the woman now smiling up at him as her breathing returned to normal. Much to his surprise, and hers, he found himself smiling, a full blown, content, well-sexed smile.

Bella caught her breath as she saw the grin break over his features. Something inside her relaxed as she realized he didn't regret this. She couldn't help but smile in return glad to see he hadn't pulled away from her yet. A sense of pride as well as amazement was coursing through her now.

"You seem pleased with yourself Miss Swan," he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips across her flushed cheeks.

She smiled as she allowed her arms to clasp loosely around his waist.

"I am, I managed to seduce the much lusted after Professor Cullen," she replied with a grin, amazed to feel his chest vibrate with laughter against hers.

"That you did, and a fine job you did of it too," he replied, smiling as he registered the shock on her features at his words. "This surprises you?" He was curious to know why she looked so shocked. Certainly she couldn't be unaware of the effect she had on him.

"Well, it's no secret that half the women on this campus dream of doing to you what I just did—I still can't believe you wanted me." She knew she was sounding too emotional, but she couldn't help but be honest with him. She was feeling too much right now.

Edward sighed, looking down at her with an amused expression. "Bella, surely you realize it's taken everything I have not to attack you during every one of our sessions since I met you." He grinned as her eyes widened, then darkened. He felt desire stir in him again.

"Really?" His words were like manna to her starved soul. She hadn't been imagining it.

"Really," he answered, leaning down to brush some loose pieces of hair behind her ear. "You were lucky to have gotten out of here alive."

She giggled as he growled the last sentence against her ear, sending delightful shudders through her body. She could easily get used to this playful side of Edward.

"I think you were the lucky one that I didn't throw myself over the desk and fuck you like I was dying to the first time we met." She heard his breathing catch and felt him harden against her at her words, delighting in knowing they could draw such a reaction from him.

"Bella, you're killing me here," he whispered, continuing to plant kisses along her collarbone as his hands stroked her sides. He felt the desire returning and was amazed at how quickly she could turn him on again.

"Well, we don't want that, do we?" She grinned as she pushed against his chest, moving then to push him back into his chair as she repositioned herself so she was straddling his lap. "After all, you need to be alive and well to take me out to dinner after the graduation ceremony—and then back to your apartment for a more personal celebration tonight." She bit her lip after uttering the words, wondering if she'd gone too far.

Edward felt something twist in his chest at realizing she wanted to continue this, it wasn't just a challenge, or a one time thing to her. And tonight—hell today, she wasn't his student anymore. She wanted to explore where this thing between them could go, and he'd never been more grateful in his life.

"I think that could be arranged," he whispered, feeling her relax against him at hearing his agreement that this was more than a one time event.

"Good, because the things I'm going to do to you when I get you into a real bed," she leaned down to husk the rest of the sentence in his ear as she rubbed against him, "let's just say neither of us will be moving for a long time after."

He groaned at the images that bombarded his mind at her words and he turned to capture her lips once again.

"I'm holding you to that—although I can't imagine wanting to leave any bed with you in it," he whispered when they parted for breath.

Bella felt like flying as she looked into his eyes and saw everything she'd hoped. He really wanted her. He wanted to see if this, whatever it was between them, could work. It was wonderful, because now that she'd had him, she knew she wouldn't ever stop wanting him.

"What are you thinking about so seriously?" He wondered at the expression that came and went in her eyes. He moaned as she shifted on his lap, leaning down to breath in his ear.

"Just thinking you've spoiled me for any other man." She bit her lip as she waited for his response, unsure if it was too much. His low growl sent tingles down her spine and made her think he was just fine with her declaration.

"Good, because no other man is coming near you." He knew he was sounding way to serious, way to fast, but for once in his life, he was completely sure of something. "You're mine," he growled, leaning down to suck on the skin at her neck, marking her for everyone to see.

Bella's heart flew at the sensation and his words. "Yours," she replied, moving her mouth to his neck to leave her own mark of possession.

They were both panting hard, hips moving against each other in tandem as the pulled back to look into each other's eyes.

"So, why don't we move this to some place more comfortable," he began, suddenly realizing he was assuming a lot. "That is, if you want to--"

"Edward, I want to go home with you and spend the rest of the night blowing your mind in numerous ways." She grinned at the possessive look that appeared in his eyes as he pulled her closer.

"Isabella Swan, you will be the death of me." He smiled almost evilly as he leaned back down to her lips. "But what a way to go," he finished before devouring her lips once more.

Bella couldn't have agreed more.


The End