I imagine his words are dark and deep, gravelly with need and want, and a shiver rips through me. I know what he wants. He wants me to submit fully to him, to own my body completely, to be my master, my man, to own me in all sense of the word. I feel my lips curve into a smile at the thought of that.
Edge’s hands slip to my arms, but he’s gentle, conscious of the stitches and the pain his touch could bring. “I want you in every way, Harley. I wanna make you mine I need you more than I need food or water or air or anything else. You’re all I have.”
Desire erupts in my belly, lighting my skin on fire. A shiver of fear and anticipation licks up my spine and makes my legs weak. All it takes is a single nod and his lips are on mine, scalding and hot, unyielding and demanding.
I let out a little gasp as his hands sweep around my hips and he lifts me easily by my ass. I dig my fingers into his shoulders and hang on as he walks us down the hall towards the bedroom, still kissing me, licking and nipping at my lips.
He sets me down and the second my feet hit the floor, he tears at my jeans. His big fingers are surprisingly adept at stripping me down. He rips the denim down my legs so hard that my skin prickles and burns. He throws them asideafter, carelessly, then strips my panties away just as hard, nearly tearing them off me in the process.
“Sit down. On the edge of the bed. Spread your legs wide for me, darlin’.”
Even though I’m growing more used to his commands, my face still flushes hot at the way his eyes rake over me, follow my every movement as I perch on the edge of the bed, plant my feet, and open myself to him.
His eyes darken dangerously. “Beautiful. So wet for me already.”
I moan, because it’s the truth. I can feel the rush of moisture welling up, trickling down onto the new quilt that Edge probably doesn’t even see, because he’s completely enthralled with me. It gives me a heady sense of power, that in surrendering to him I’m actually the one who might be in control.
“Touch yourself,” he commands. “Nice, slow circles. Part yourself so I can see how wet you are.”
My fingers trail down, over my belly, to do as he asks. I part my folds while he watches me, standing over me, a dark shadow that I love with my entire being. I watch a shudder trace its way through him, rocking his broad shoulders. I watch his eyes darken, how the pupil eats up the iris completely as I touch my soaking pussy for him, for both of our pleasure.
“Put your finger inside.” I imagine his voice is husky and dark, on the verge of losing control, because a vein throbs in his temple as I watch him watch me.
I obey his command, even though I’m so sore that my muscles protest even my slender index finger. It feels good, heightening the sensations and when I bring my other hand toslowly swirl over my clit, I throw my head back and sigh at the rawness of the pleasure.
I never tear my eyes from Edge’s face. “Do you want my tongue there?” he asks. He grinds his teeth after, so that his jaw clicks.
“Y-yes,” I pant
“Yes, what?” he taunts me.
“Yes, I want your tongue.”
He drops to his knees in front of me and the sight of his big, rough face there, buried between my straining thighs, nearly sends me over into a sharp climax. I hold back, because I don’t want to come yet. I want his tongue, his mouth, his teeth.
“Keep working yourself. Your finger in your sweet cunt,” he commands as he looks up at me.
I moan as my fingers slide inside. I’m soaked and there’s no resistance.
Edge kisses his way up my thigh, right to my tight, aching heat. He swirls his tongue over my entrance and laps at the juices spilling out around my knuckle. I feel the moan vibrate through him and then, while I’m working myself with my finger, he goes straight for my clit. I expected him to draw it out, but his hot mouth is like an onslaught waging war on me. Even just the pressure of his warm lips is heaven, but then he sucks my clit into his mouth, kissing it tenderly with his tongue. It’s all it takes for me to shatter completely.
I close my eyes and throw back my head and cry out his name. He doesn’t stop, swirling and circling my clit harder, licking and suckling at me until it intensifies the climax, sendingme tumbling straight over the edge again. I pant through it, through the shockwaves of pleasure so intense that it hurts, until I finally come back down.
Edge gently takes my hand and guides my finger out of my still clenching pussy. He looks up at me before he takes my finger into his mouth. He groans as he sucks it clean. My body vibrates watching him do it, the aftershocks ripping through me harder and sharper watching him do it, savor me like I’m some rare delicacy.
“I want to show you what’s possible. Everything. Want to take you and claim you rough, but I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
I hesitate, even though wicked heat pools in me and my sex throbs at the prospect of what he wants. Of how taboo his desires are. Of how much I want him to show me, to teach me, to break me and reshape me and make me whole again.
“I- Edge, you’re…” My eyes fall to the bulge in his jeans. I know just how big he is, how he stretches me until I think I’m going to die, how he makes me feel so impossibly full. And proud. Proud because I’ve taken him all, taken him in my mouth and inside of me, even if it hurt, even if I’m so sore that each step causes me pain.
“I promise I’ll work you in slow. I’ll never hurt you, Harley.”
His words render me speechless, because at the end of what he’s saying, I look up into his eyes and see his love burning there for me. Even through the fear, his words cut straight to my heart. I want to give him this. I don’t want there to be anything between us, a single barrier. I want him to claim me,each and every part. I want to be owned by him, to surrender to him, to be fully and completely,his.
“Y-yes,” I stammer. “Alright.”
Edge lets out a hard breath that I didn’t even realize he’d been holding. I watch his face transform, watch his lips part as he struggles to take his next breath, to regain control, I realize.
