As Edward's teeth closed around the tender skin of her neck, Dawn's muscles clenched, making her shiver involuntarily. She cried out, the sound somewhere between a ragged scream and a moan, loud enough to be overheard even over the rising swell of music from the club's floor. Not that she'd care. Let them be jealous.
The bite brought up a memory of his teeth breaking the skin, him tasting her, and that pushed her over the edge. She was falling, tumbling down into swirling darkness, her muscles convulsing. It was hot, the feeling of being so helpless, somehow, out of control, and that was wrong, and even hotter because it was wrong. Her nails scrabbled against his hand, and would've drawn blood from someone whose skin didn't have the consistency of pale, hard marble.
Her other hand fisted in his hair, pulling, but not with enough pressure to pull his mouth away from her neck.
In a sick, thoroughly twisted way, she wished he'd do it again.
She closed her eyes as the sensation spread through her body, rippling with such force that she thought she'd fall to her knees if Edward wasn't supporting her, his cold body behind hers. She bit on her lip, nearly tasting blood, and cried out again, this time a low, ragged moan between her teeth. It seemed like ages before it stopped, but it was only seconds.
"Carpe noctem," she replied, softly, her eyes still closed.
He watched Dawn's face with fascination--the fascination of watching a building fall at the mercy of a wrecking ball. You knew it was coming, you knew how, you just needed to know when.
And how hard the fall was gonna be.
Edward grinned into Dawn's neck. Her mind was still open but no thoughts came because she simply could not form them. All there was was a bright white flash of powerful sensation, and it obliterated everything else. He almost said 'good girl,' aloud, and bit the words back.
He chuckled, quietly, and hid his face behind her shoulder. In the mirror, all that could be seen were his eyes.
Carpe noctem.
"I think we did," he said. Very, very slowly he drew himself out of her, hanging onto her around the waist. Oddly, he didn't feel like letting her fall on the floor in a heap. Mostly he wondered if this would ever happen again.
He thought so. Why ruin the chance?
But this? Over now. "Funny," he said, smiling a cruel smile. "That didn't feel like a lie."
For the time being, Dawn was grateful for Edward's arm around her. As much as she'd like to saunter away and slowly pull her red lace lingerie back on, the fact was that her muscles were in no functioning order at the moment. Just as well.
She turned around within the circle of his arms, sliding her own arms around his shoulders, resting her ass against the sink. Leisurely, sensually, she leaned forward and kissed Edward on the mouth, feeling completely satisfied with herself.
"Why would I lie?" she asked innocently, pulling away, her half-lidded blue eyes watching him with a spark of careless amusement. It was all in good fun, after all, and they didn't need to take anything seriously. "So not worth the effort." One eyebrow went up, and she smiled, her mouth slightly crooked.
The bite brought up a memory of his teeth breaking the skin, him tasting her, and that pushed her over the edge. She was falling, tumbling down into swirling darkness, her muscles convulsing. It was hot, the feeling of being so helpless, somehow, out of control, and that was wrong, and even hotter because it was wrong. Her nails scrabbled against his hand, and would've drawn blood from someone whose skin didn't have the consistency of pale, hard marble.
Her other hand fisted in his hair, pulling, but not with enough pressure to pull his mouth away from her neck.
In a sick, thoroughly twisted way, she wished he'd do it again.
She closed her eyes as the sensation spread through her body, rippling with such force that she thought she'd fall to her knees if Edward wasn't supporting her, his cold body behind hers. She bit on her lip, nearly tasting blood, and cried out again, this time a low, ragged moan between her teeth. It seemed like ages before it stopped, but it was only seconds.
"Carpe noctem," she replied, softly, her eyes still closed.
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And how hard the fall was gonna be.
Edward grinned into Dawn's neck. Her mind was still open but no thoughts came because she simply could not form them. All there was was a bright white flash of powerful sensation, and it obliterated everything else. He almost said 'good girl,' aloud, and bit the words back.
He chuckled, quietly, and hid his face behind her shoulder. In the mirror, all that could be seen were his eyes.
Carpe noctem.
"I think we did," he said. Very, very slowly he drew himself out of her, hanging onto her around the waist. Oddly, he didn't feel like letting her fall on the floor in a heap. Mostly he wondered if this would ever happen again.
He thought so.
Why ruin the chance?
But this? Over now. "Funny," he said, smiling a cruel smile. "That didn't feel like a lie."
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She turned around within the circle of his arms, sliding her own arms around his shoulders, resting her ass against the sink. Leisurely, sensually, she leaned forward and kissed Edward on the mouth, feeling completely satisfied with herself.
"Why would I lie?" she asked innocently, pulling away, her half-lidded blue eyes watching him with a spark of careless amusement. It was all in good fun, after all, and they didn't need to take anything seriously. "So not worth the effort." One eyebrow went up, and she smiled, her mouth slightly crooked.
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