Chapter 165

Third person POV

Edward pulled her against him with a force that left Amelia breathless. His kiss was hard and demanding at first, full of expectation and the anticipation of resistance. Instead of pulling away, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and melted into him.

As Edward felt her response, his kiss gentled. Holding her firmly in his arms, he swept his tongue against hers with a soft pressure that matched the tenderness of his lips.

Within moments, Amelia was lost in the sensation, her fingers sliding into his hair. The silky strands slipped through her grip as she tugged, drawing him closer. She yearned for him to devour her completely.

A deep sound of pleasure rumbled in Edward's chest, causing Amelia to shiver. The kiss shifted from sweet to hungry and back again, leaving her feeling as if she were floating, flying, and falling all at once.

His mouth was decadently lush, his taste delicious. Amelia disregarded the fact that they were surrounded by four hundred witnesses, or that her life as she knew it was now over. In that moment, the connection between them was all that mattered.

Edward pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Amelia," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I need you to know... I need you."

Her heart pounded, but a deep certainty settled within her. Despite everything-despite the complications and the unexpected turn their lives had taken-she wanted him too.

Drawing him closer, she found his lips again, pouring all the feelings she couldn't yet put into words into that kiss.

Inside Amelia's bedroom, tension crackled in the air. Edward closed the door behind them, never breaking eye contact. As soon as the latch clicked, he crossed the room in a few strides, capturing her lips in a kiss that sent shockwaves through her entire body.

Amelia had never experienced a kiss like this before. Muscles she didn't know she had awakened and stretched, desire unfurling like a heated lotus under her skin.

A steady pulse beat between her legs, her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples ached. She felt a wild, animalistic urge for him to throw her onto the bed, hold her down, and take her.

When he finally broke away, she was gasping and unsteady, woozy as if intoxicated.

Her eyes opened to find Edward gazing down at her with blazing eyes, panting, his parted lips stained red with her lipstick.

"Fucking hell, woman," he breathed in astonishment, his voice rough and low.

Amelia felt her heart pound against her ribcage, the intensity of his gaze making her shiver. She reached up, tracing the line of his jaw with trembling fingers.

"I didn't expect this," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Edward's hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips. "Neither did I," he admitted, his eyes softening slightly. "But I can't deny it. I can't stay away from you now that I've found you."

He leaned in again, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was just as fierce and demanding as the first. This time, Amelia responded with equal fervor, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

Edward's hands roamed over her body, igniting fires wherever they landed. He effortlessly lifted her, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently. His mouth left a trail of kisses down her neck, and Amelia arched her back, craving more.

His hands explored every inch of her, and she felt herself coming alive under his touch. Edward's breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "I need you, Amelia. All of you."

Her response was immediate and breathless, "Take me, Edward."

With a growl of approval, he captured her lips again, and in that kiss, they both surrendered completely to the passion that had ignited between them.

Inside Amelia's bedroom, Edward's presence was overwhelming. His intense gaze bore into her as he murmured, "You were thinking about riding my dick."

"How are you so awful?" she shot back, her breath hitching at the proximity.

"You bring out the bastard in me. Now let's see if I can get you to do something with that mouth other than slice me to ribbons," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

With a swift movement, he slipped his fingers under her panties and gently touched her. Amelia gasped, her body stiffening at the sudden surge of pleasure. When he slid one finger inside her, she closed her eyes and moaned, her head tipping back in surrender.

"Perfect," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "What if I do this?"

He pressed his thumb against her clit and slowly worked his finger in and out, fucking her with it. Amelia shuddered, her head dropping against his shoulder as she bit her lip to stifle the sounds threatening to escape.

When he added another finger, she couldn't hold back any longer. She groaned, a deep, primal sound that echoed in the room. Edward growled in approval, dipping his head to latch onto her throat with his hot mouth.

He sucked on her neck, finger-fucking her with a relentless rhythm while she helplessly ground against his hand. He whispered hotly into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine, "You want to come like this, baby? Or do you want my mouth?"

Amelia's heart pounded as she felt the build-up of pleasure, her voice barely a whisper, "I want your mouth, Edward. Please."

Edward's eyes darkened with lust as he lowered his head, trailing kisses down her body. His mouth found her clit, and he sucked on it with a fierce hunger, his fingers still working inside her. Amelia's moans filled the room, her body arching against him as she was swept away by the waves of pleasure.