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Story Notes: Story will contain explicit language. There will be graphic lemons. Intended only for mature audience. This story is AH and characters are OOC.
A/N: I'm happy to announce that The Debt has been nominated for an Engergize W.I.P Award in the "Most Promising Twilight Fanfiction ~ Canon" category. Voting begins on July 13:
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I woke up to Edward's fingers running up and down my thigh, gently coaxing me from a very satisfying night's rest. I yawned, stretching my legs. Tucking me tighter against his chest, he placed kisses across my shoulder.
"Good morning, angel."
"Morning," I mumbled in return. I rolled over to face him, prying my eyes open to find his serene smile. Little by little, the night before emerged from my memory. I stared at him, a bit in awe. "Did that really happen?"
Rather than answer, Edward brought my left hand up to his lips, kissing each knuckle.
"Holy shit," I whispered. "Edward." My eyes fixated on the huge rock that sat sparkling on my finger, round blue sapphires set in the platinum band. "What the hell is this?" I looked up, curiously searching his emerald eyes.
"Well, it isn't quite a scowl, but I'll take it." He pushed my hair over my shoulder, smiling unabashedly. "Do you like it?"
"Of course I do. It's too big. You spent way too much. But…" I stared at the ring, tilting my hand to watch as the stone caught and reflected the morning light through the bedroom windows. "Edward, it's perfect. How did you do this?"
"I had it custom made the day they let me out of the hospital. It arrived a few weeks ago."
I pushed his good shoulder down—I was still afraid to touch the left one—and rolled on top of him, straddling Edward as my hair feel around his face. His hands came up to push the length back and hold it at the nape of my neck. He was hard beneath me, still grinning like an idiot.
"You sneaky bastard."
"I figured it was best to get the ring on your finger before you could change your mind. For the record," he slid one hand to the side of my neck, dragging his thumb under my jaw, "that ring represents a binding contract. You can't refuse me now. Frankly, I won't take no for an answer."
"And what would you do?" I cocked one eyebrow, baiting the lion.
"Slip a bag over your head, toss you over my shoulder, and cart you away somewhere no one would ever find us." Edward wrapped both hands around my ribs, his thumbs rubbing the underside of my breasts.
"That seems to be a common theme with you." I leaned down, combing my fingers through is hair. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that no one gets everything they want?"
"No, as a matter of fact." Edward smirked, so sure of himself.
"Fine," I groaned. "I guess I'll marry you. If only to avoid the hassle of an actual kidnapping."
"Fine?" His eyes narrowed and his voice dropped to that warning tone.
"Sure," I shrugged and rolled my eyes, doing my best not to laugh.
Edward easily flipped us over, pinning me to the bed with my legs spread around him and my hands above my head. "You'll pay for that," he growled.
"Be careful," I teased. "My fiancé is the jealous type and hits people for a living."
"Goddamn right." His lips captured mine and I opened to him, relishing the feel of his tongue slipping against mine. I didn't even protest about morning mouth. Not even I would kill such a perfect mood. "Just to be clear…" Edward whispered against my lips.
"Yes," I repeated. "I'll marry you, Edward. What kind of stupid question is that?"
"Shut up, love." I would have replied with some snappy retort, but Edward sealed his lips over mine, sliding inside me as I lost all will to answer.
I moaned, arching my back to take him deeper as my heels dug into his ass. He slipped one hand to my legs, urging my ankles higher around his waist as he levered over me to sink inside and burrow against my womb.
"Right here," Edward whispered against my neck. He thrust his hips, fully embedded inside me—hard, thick, and filling me so completely. "Forever, Bella."
We kissed, passion and possession. I tugged at his hair, scratched at his back, and flexed my hips against his as I writhed beneath, yet he didn't move an inch. Edward maintained a permanent pressure, leaning most of his weight on his cock trying to poke a hole into my stomach, but he didn't pull back to push in again. Instead, Edward slid one hand between us and the other underneath me. Against my clit, his expert fingers massaged me firmly. I whimpered and moaned into his mouth, biting at his bottom lip and sucking on his tongue. Quickly, my body began to quake with my building orgasm. But he wouldn't move.
"Baby," I pleaded, "fuck me."
"I want to feel you come on my cock," he answered in a low, rough voice. "I want to feel your soft little cunt squeezing me." The hand under my ass moved until one gentle finger slipped between my cheeks. "And I want to feel your ass gripping my finger when you scream my name."
"Edward," I breathed out, my legs trembling as he rubbed my clit faster. "I—"
"Shh, love. I'll be very gentle. I want all of you," he whispered against my ear. His lips caressed my neck, nipping at my skin. "I want this," he emphasized by circling his finger at my asshole. I tensed a little, a reflex reaction. "I'm going fuck this perfect little ass, Bella. I'm going to fill every part of you." He pinched my clit, causing me to cry out as my muscles went haywire. He used the opportunity to press just the tip of his finger inside my ass. I clenched around his cock and his finger at once. "Mmm," he hummed, returning to rubbing my clit. "But first I'm going to teach you how pleasurable it can be for you. I'm going to teach you to crave it."
He dipped his head, kissing between my breasts and then moving to lick at one nipple. I arched up to meet him as he sucked the hard peak between his lips, biting lightly. At the same time, he worked his finger inside me a little further. It was a strange sensation, but I had little time to consider that. My muscles clamped down and a surge of excited electricity ran hot and violent through my body. I came, writhing beneath Edward as he filled me.
"Fuck, Bella. Yes." He groaned, working his finger in and out of my ass, my body shook. "I'm coming," he grated out. I felt him spurt warm inside me, his cock throbbing. He began to move, pumping in pace with his finger in my ass. I was so slick with his semen as he fucked me, not softening even after his release.
"Get on your knees," he ordered roughly. He pulled out, fisting his slick cock in front of me. I sat up, moving to my hands and knees. "Suck me clean," he rasped. "Every drop, love."
I obeyed, hungry to have him in my mouth and taste us together on my tongue. He fed me his cock. I licked up the length, gathering his cum on my tongue. My lips captured the wide head and sucked, massaging him with my tongue before taking him fully into my mouth. He was warm, hard, and so thick between my lips. I worked him to the hilt, opening my throat to take him fully. He groaned in satisfaction, fingers digging into my hair. Gently, Edward rocked his lips, fucking my mouth in long, slow thrusts.
"You're beautiful with my cock in your mouth." I looked up as I swallowed him. Edward hissed, watching me intently. "Enough," he bit and pulled out. Again he held his dick in his hand, rubbing up and down. "Turn around and bend over."
I did as he asked, leaning on my shoulders with my legs apart and completely exposed to him.
"You're perfect," he complimented. Edward ran his fingers through my slit, gathering the remnants of our release leaking out. He then moved his fingers to my puckered opening, lubricating me. "I'll go easy," he warned. "Just relax and trust me."
I did. Of course I did. And in truth, I was excited by the new experience. Our sex life was far from dull, but I wanted everything with Edward. He made me feel beautiful and adored, never self-conscious or ashamed of my body. Most of all, I wanted Edward to possess every part of me. I was his, always had been. And he'd be mine forever.
Gradually, Edward worked himself in pussy, fucking me in soft, gentle strokes as his finger again penetrated my ass. I concentrated on not fighting the sensation, but relaxing my muscles. Edward read my body effectively, knowing exactly how to touch me and coax the desired response. He was tender, delicate with me. I felt his finger twist and burrow in my ass, stretching me, eventually adding a second. I moaned unabashedly at the feeling of him filling me everywhere at once.
Eventually, Edward pulled out and rubbed the head of his dick against my asshole. He felt slippery, fucking his cock between my cheeks and just barely nudging at my opening.
"Yes," I answered breathlessly.
Edward pushed forward slowly. I struggled not to tense against him. His hands softly massaged my ass, gentling me. With a slight sting the head of his cock notched inside my ass. "Push back, Bella. Take me in."
Timidly, I did so. The sting turned into a dull ache as Edward's thick cock slid incrementally deeper. He pulled back a little, sinking in again. I was already panting for air, trying to adjust to the intrusion.
"You feel so good, love." He pushed forward. "Fuck. So goddamn hot and tight." Soothingly, his hands roamed over my back and hips. He bent over me, leaving light kisses and little bites on my shoulders. The added weight effectively drove the last inches of his cock fully inside until his sac was pressed firmly against my pussy. "You okay?"
"Yes. Please, baby."
He didn't need any more confirmation before he sat back and pulled out to just the head and then plunged back in. I lost all control of my voice, fisting my hands in the sheets as he fucked my asshole.
"I want your fingers," I demanded. "Now, Edward."
"Like this?" He asked as he easily shoved one, two, and then three inside my pussy.
"So greedy for me, aren't you?" He sped his pace, fucking my ass with purpose as he pumped his fingers. "You like being stuffed full of me, don't you? Taking it in both of your tight holes." Edward grunted, his hips landing against my ass with each thrust. "You're mine," he growled. "All of you. This cunt, this gorgeous ass, and that smart little mouth."
"I'm yours," I cried. "Harder. More."
With his other arm, Edward pulled me to rest my back against his chest. My head fell to his shoulder. He held my with his fingers pumping inside me, his hand kneading my breast, and his cock driving into me from behind.
"You're so fucking amazing," Edward praised against my neck. "I love you."
A moment later, I shattered in his arms, quivering as I came. The sound that escaped from Edward's chest was deep and guttural. He came in my ass as I shook, completely lost in his warm body and adoration. Somewhere in the room my phone rang and then his. We told the world to fuck off and make do without us as we stepped into the shower and melted into the hot water.
What followed should have been a blissful morning of listening to Alice squeal at the news of our engagement, my brothers fighting over who would walk me down the aisle, and trying to convince Emmett to put on a dress as a bridesmaid. Edward and I should have been completely distracted from anything productive as we pointed at maps and Google Image photos, deciding on possible locations for the wedding where cost was no object. Alice would demand I wear some ostentatious gown—I'd agree once I pictured the look on Edward's face as he watched me approach.
There were headaches to endure in planning until we both said fuck it and let Alice worry about it all. Eventually, we'd toss the whole agenda and scurry off with our family to a secluded beach to tie the knot barefoot in the sand or on the bow of a sailboat. Edward would insist on a three-month honeymoon, but I'd talk him down to three weeks. We'd spend our days naked, making love, eating, getting drunk, and fucking like we'd just met for the first time. He'd eventually get anxious and moody, having been out of the gym for too long.
That should have been our happy ending.
But as we lingered naked in the bedroom, still kissing as we dried from our shower, we both snapped our attention to the bedroom door. On the other side, the distinct click of the front door echoing off the hardwood floors alerted both of us. Shoving me behind him, Edward quickly pulled his loaded 9mm from the nightstand, chambered a round, and pointed it at the bedroom door. We didn't have to wait long to find out who was on the other side, and it was nothing good.
To be continued...