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Third Person POV

Edward rises to his knees, swiftly unzipping his trousers and grasping his cock in his hand.

Amelia's eyes widen as she watches, her heart racing in anticipation. His shaft, thick and veined, stands proudly in his grip, the head swollen and glistening with desire.

"That look on your face is quite the compliment," Edward growls, positioning himself between her parted thighs. He teases the head of his cock against her wet folds, eliciting a gasp from Amelia.

"Condom?" she manages breathlessly.

"I wasn't planning on this," Edward admits through clenched teeth, his gaze locked with hers. "There's still time to say no, Amelia."

But Amelia is beyond rational thought, consumed by desire.

"You're clean?" she asks urgently.

"Aye. I promise."

"Then fuck me, Edward," she breathes, her voice filled with need. "Give me everything."

His grin is feral as he plunges deep inside her with a powerful thrust.

Amelia's mouth opens in a soundless cry as she takes him in fully, her nails digging into his back as she wraps her trembling thighs around his waist. Edward leans over, gripping her hair and murmuring into her ear, "You feel like heaven."

With each forceful thrust, her breasts bounce against him, the sensation driving her wild. She cries out in pleasure.

Chuckling, Edward tugs on her hair and commands, "Ask me again."

"Please, fuck me, Edward!" she gasps desperately.

He thrusts relentlessly, driving her to new heights of ecstasy with each powerful movement.

Edward begins to speak in Gaelic, a language Amelia doesn't understand but finds incredibly arousing. Its melodic tones, mixed with his passion, send shivers down her spine.

Just as she nears climax, Edward rolls onto his back, bringing her with him. She gazes down at him in stunned surprise.

His hands grip her hips as he gazes up at her, his eyes blazing. "Ride me," he orders, his voice husky. "Make yourself come."

She leans forward, hands planted on his chest, and begins to ride him with fervor. Every inch of him fills her, and she revels in the sensation, lost in pleasure.

Her grinding becomes frenzied, and she bucks against him, her cries echoing in the room. Edward bites her nipple, sending her over the edge as she screams in release.

He holds her tightly as he thrusts into her with short, hard movements, each one intensifying the pleasure. She sobs his name repeatedly, caught in the grip of ecstasy.

"Fucking hell, woman," Edward groans, overcome by her cries. "Keep saying my name like that, and I'll lose it."

Driven by overwhelming desire, she begs, "Come inside me, Edward. Please, let me feel you."

Her plea ignites something primal in him. In a swift motion, he flips her onto her back, hooks her ankles over his shoulders, and thrusts hard and fast, his body tense with passion.

"Edward!" she cries out, arching against him.

He silences her with a deep kiss, groaning into her mouth as he shudders with release. Amelia feels him throb inside her, his body trembling against hers.

He looks beautiful to her in this moment, and she wishes she could freeze it in time. Emotions overwhelm her, every cell in her body crying out for him.

Edward.

Edward.

Edward.