Chapter 54

I stayed still, trying to prepare my answer, still not sure whether my face was deprived of tears or not. I wasn't ready to take any risk related to my feelings when I felt him grab my waist roughly to pull me to his side and lying quickly on top of me.

　　Immediately, I turned my head to another side to stop him from seeing my face when I felt his hot lips grazing my neck, his nose pressing my throat tickling my senses.

　　Was it all still a game for him? Did he never feel anything for me? Not even what a boy feels for a girl, what a male feels for a female?

　　Attraction, at least?

　　Was I the only one seeing him in a better light, always considering his good habits?

　　Was I the only one who craved for his touch, wanted him to want me as I wanted him?

　　Did he, even in his mistake or crazy wildest dreams, never imagined having a future with me...or anything more?

　　"Are you? He asked again, his hands touching my cheek gently, caressing them before nipping on my neck, eliciting a wild moan from me.

　　I shook my head without thinking and in a minute, he turned my head to capture my lower lip and then devouring both of them, his tongue once again joining our battle. Throaty moans and groans escaped our lips, both of us unwilling to leave first as our saliva and breaths mingled shamelessly.

　　All my doubts and indefinite deductions left the window when he ran his hands along my thighs, gripping my dress and lifting my dress up-to my stomach. I eeped in shock and embarrassment, now conscious of the fact that he can see my panties too clearly for my comfort.

　　I squirmed beneath him, wiggling under his grip when his fingers skimmed over my stomach, circling my navel, and caressing my skin. I rubbed my thighs lifting my leg, all ready to kick him to remind him I wasn't habitual to such physical contacts when his finger trailed over my stomach and went under my dress too boldly. He broke the kiss, his hand still under my dress, making me strangely warm and wet.

　　"I am not seeing anything, see? I'm lying here, on your eye level, not going down!"

　　His words brought steam to my ears, my cheeks as red as a tomato now.

　　So much for a gentleman!

　　As if sensing my discomfort, he reluctantly pulled out his hand out of my dress, his fingers brushing over my stomach once more making me close my eyes in anticipation.

　　The next moment, he was on me again, kissing me and the following next, his hands were roaming up and down my body making me produce disgraceful animalistic sounds I always disapproved of when I watched porn with him. His hands tugged at the corner of my panties, brushing against my thighs before he went down to my absolute horror.

　　My eyes widened in shock and my mouth opened in ecstasy and a low moan to feel him running his tongue along my exposed legs, again using his teeth as if he was habitual of biting every other woman he would make out with, when he nipped at my birthmark, on the side of my thighs, too embarrassing to even show it to anyone, the same reason I never told about it to Edward. The way he was biting my legs made me very sure that he was a leg person.

　　Hah! Who knew that Edward was a leg person? I always heard from Lara that he was a breast person, always loved to play with hers though I remember very clearly that I slapped her too hard across her beautiful face for being too shameless as to tell me about her sex life involving my own best friend!

　　In my mind of course!

　　“You have the most beautiful birthmark!" I heard him saying it to me in the sweetest voice possible while still nipping and licking my birthmark, his teeth digging slightly into my flesh.

　　"Don't stare!" I yelled to him, feeling too embarrassed to see that he was lifting my leg and maybe, he was able to see more than I ever thought I could ever show to him.

　　Chuckling heartily, he crawled over my body once more to kiss me, this kiss making me feel something else. It was sweet and sensual and not like any needy and demanding ones with tongue we shared previously. He kissed me slowly and gently, his thumbs running along my cheek tentatively as if he was afraid I was his favourite piece of art and he might break it if he went too rough with it.

　　But I knew better!

　　Neither was I his favourite piece of art nor I can ever trigger him to treasure me as his life depended on me!

　　That kiss left me wanting more, my closed eyes once again tickling with moisture, ready to fall anytime. I tried to stop them, but this time, a lone tear trickled down my cheek, without my will seeped into the fabrics of the sheets beneath me while his lips continued to kiss me heavenly.

　　A distinct knock was heard from the side of our bedroom behind my lazy unconscious mind when I heard the familiar voice of our most unexpected intruder.

　　"Edward and Emily dear,wake up! It's already 6 in the morning. I brought you two breakfast since you two might be tired from your outing last night!"

　　What? 6 am?

　　Shoot! We made out for like... 4 hours?!

　　In an instant, I was splattered with a cold breeze and Edward fumbled away from the top of me, his eyes as wide as saucers, looking at me like he had just woken up from sleep to see his nightmare getting real, his eyes widening inch by inch.

　　First, he saw himself and then stared at me and then again at himself, gripping his head in frustration before running to collect his coat and tie, and ran frantically outside the room, leaving our sweet maid Miranda puzzled as ever for eternity.

　　*angrily banging over the walls*