Page 52 of Euphoria
Edward devoured me, never slowing as he bunched my skirt around my waist and tore at my underwear. All of his controlled exterior was removed, and the beast he kept under tight restraint was free.
I was not afraid of the passion that had been unleashed. No,I relished it. In this, he and I were the same. Controlled, secret, solitary… Together, with our real faces exposed to one another, we could calm the storm and experience a passion like no other.
One day, you will learn to feel true pleasure, Jane, and what a day it will be.
His touch was firm, his fingers biting into my skin, his mouth hard against mine, and I returned it all in kind. I tore at his shirt, tugged his hair, and raked my fingernails over his skin, all in my desperate desire to please my master. He needed to be soothed, and by allowing him to take, I would join in his desire.
He pulled my shirt apart and trussed up my breasts, latching onto one, then the other, sucking and biting, delighting in the tremors that took my body. My hands wandered, scarcely knowing where to touch him first as he worked his zipper in a hasty attempt to free his manhood.
Assisting him, I pushed his jeans down and thrust my hands underneath the hem of his boxers. Then he was exposed, and the reality of what we were about to do settled into my heart and wouldn’t let go. Edward was before me, unraveled and wild, the refined gentleman with the temper all but gone, and in his place was a being of pure sexual power.
With a moan of delight, I grasped him in my palm, and he was glorious. Hard, silky, and beautiful, every bit the man I’d fantasized about, and all of this was for me.
Ignoring all of my protests, he pulled my hand away and lowered me onto the soft grass, his gaze never leaving mine. Spreading my legs wide, he lowered his weight and pinned me in place. Moving his body just so, he massaged himself along my wetness, his breathing becoming labored as his pleasure grew alongside mine.
I opened to him farther, coaxing him to take. My body was his to do with what he would, and the anticipation was driving me to the brink of insanity. I’d never wanted a man to take me as much as I wanted him to now. I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside my body, pulsing and stroking, taking the entirety of his strength.I wished to be torn.
Answering my silent plea, he entered me, thrusting deep within. I rose to meet him, taking every last inch until he was buried deep, filling me. The euphoria of our joining almost took me, but I stilled, my lips brushing lightly against his.
“Jane,” he muttered, breathless.
“Have me as you will,” I pleaded, clinging to his shoulders, my legs wide.
He drew back, then thrust once more, his body connecting hard with mine, and the pleasure and pain that ripped through my body was exquisite. He never stopped as he took me again and again, and each time, I rose to meet him, matching his strength and desire. I wouldn’t allow this moment to be just his. It wasn’t in me to submit fully—my strong will wouldn’t sanction it—so I made itoursas we writhed, lost in the sensations of our lovemaking.
Out in the forest, we were alone, our cries mingling with the earth, our souls returning to their primal state as we joined. I didn’t know how long we were entangled, but I came all too soon, erupting under his relentless onslaught of pleasure.
As I was taken away, I cried out, then his mouth covered mine, muffling my voice and drawing it within his body. His tongue swirled with mine as he quickened, spurred on by my tight core.
Abruptly, he spilled inside me in hot bursts, grunting with each erratic thrust, and the sensation caused me to rise again. Quivering around his length, my body urged his to continue. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his skin red with exertion, his breathing ragged and hot against my skin as the last of his desire filled my body.
“Jane,” he muttered between breaths. “Jane…”
He cursed softly, unable to say anything more, but I was in much the same state. Everything was one big sensation, my skin was alive with it, my mind overloaded, and all I cared about was Edward and how he’d touched me and how I wanted him to do it again. Never in my entire life had I experienced such euphoria.
It was all his doing. I was his now and forever. His slave. I craved his touch, his words, and his very soul. I never wished to be parted from him.
He withdrew from my body and fell to the earth beside me. “Come,” he murmured, laying his arm out.
I curled up against his body, and he held me close as my being hummed. What little clothing remained on our bodies was tangled around our limbs, but neither of us moved to cover our nakedness.
“You are truly a wild spirit, Jane,” he murmured.
I stroked my palm across his stomach, delighting in the rise and fall of his muscles. “Am I?”
“You shouldn’t try to tame it,” he said. “You should let go of those antiquated notions, and find the wild freedom in your soul and cherish it. Many rarely get to possess a freedom such as that.”
I didn’t reply. Instead, I allowed my fingers to roam to places I’d been forbidden to touch until now. I desired to taste him as he’d tasted me.
Edward moaned softly, indicating my touch pleased him, then said. “It is within your grasp. I felt it as you came.”
My muscles clenched, and I smiled, feeling like I could do anything. It didn’t matter how plain and small I felt, for this powerful man, who lay exposed beside me, thought I was capable of my wildest dreams. Never had someone spoken to me the way he’d just uttered those words. Never had someone believed so strongly in my potential. If it was the only gift he was to give me, then it was a fine one.
Belief in another when their own soul was asunder was a special endearment, indeed.
All too soon, our oasis had dried up, and it was time to return to Thornfield lest we were missed. Righting our dress and smoothing out the wrinkles, we returned our outward appearances to the decorum that was required of us. Edward combed the tangles out of my hair with his fingers, plucking leaves and twigs from the mess, a secret smile on his lips.
We walked back to the hotel in silence, both of us lost in thought. When the stone facade towered over us, and we were unable to delay our journey back into reality anymore, he finally beheld me.
“Till next time, my beautiful spirit,” he murmured, then turned and walked away, his shoulders looking as if they carried a little less weight than when he’d appeared.
With the promise of next time, I returned to the darkness of Thornfield, my own soul shining much more brightly than before.
