Chapter 17

Edward

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

At the same time, I can’t believe it took me so long to come to this conclusion.

I love her. I fucking love Gwen.

Turns out, I love fucking Gwen too—but there will be plenty of time to dwell on that later.

Right now, there are more important matters at hand.

“Gwen,” I whisper into her ear, my hands running through her now messy hair. “I love you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry it took me this long to figure it out, and I’m sorry for what I put you through at the palace.”

I can feel her shuddering against me, still coming down from her high, soft pants and gasps against my neck.

“I love you too, Edward,” she sighs, leaving a trail of soft kisses along my jaw. “I always have.”

Those words are like music to my ears, and I take her face into both of my hands, looking in her eyes as I make my promise to her.

“I love you. It’s always been you, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

We kiss again, and I can feel her leaning into me, trying to get as close to me as she can as she wraps her hands around my neck.

“I’m sorry,” I say again against her lips. “I was an idiot. When I heard that you’d chosen him…”

“We both tried to make the right choice.” She smiles at me as a tear rolls down her cheek, and I sweep it away with my thumb, kissing it away. “I just never dreamed that the right choice is each other.”

“I’m going to shower you with affection,” I whisper, my lips moving down to her neck, “and tell you every day how much I love you.”

I slip my hand under the fabric of her dress again and slide it up, cupping her breast and rolling her nipple between my fingers.

She moans in response, and I feel her roll her hips into me, begging for more. Her hand joins mine, and she gasps as I capture her lips in mine, my kiss hungry and deep.

“Not only am I going to tell you how much I love you every day,” I sigh into her mouth, “I’m going to show you.”

I take her hand and place it over my hard cock, barely kept at bay by the weakened fabric of my pants.

She gasps and bites her lip, looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes, pleading.

“Please, Edward,” she says as she strokes me through the fabric. “I want you, but I don’t want to have sex yet. I want to wait…for the wedding.”

She looks at me tentatively, and I can tell that she’s expecting me to get upset, to say that we shouldn’t wait and that there’s no point. But I’m not going to do that.

“Baby,” I croon, a grin on my face as I slide my hand into her panties again and cup her, the wetness of her arousal nearly soaking my fingers, “there are other ways than actual sex for me to make you understand how much I want you.”

And with that, I slide my two fingers in again and kneel down onto my knees, burying my face between her thighs.

She gasps in surprise at my abrupt change of state, but her gasps quickly turn into moans as I lap and suck at her, all the while pumping my fingers in and out of her.

The way she moves, the way she tastes, and the sounds she makes are like an addiction to me. I could spend all day down here in her soaking cunt, and if it were possible for me to do so, I would.

Alas, that’s not an option, but, today, I can definitely make an exception. I plan to.

I want to show her just how much she means to me, how much I want her, and how much fun she’s going to have being my wife—and being my queen.

I can tell that she’s getting close again as her thighs start to shake, and she props herself up on her elbows to look down at me, her lips parted.

Soft gasps escape her as I look back up at her from between her legs, and I wink at her before plunging my face back down into her pussy.

Gasps turn into sighs, and sighs turn into moans. And before I know it, she’s cursing to the high heavens, and my name is spilling from her lips like a prayer.

I fucking love how she sounds when she comes and how she looks. I don’t think there’s ever been a woman more beautiful than her when she’s like this.

She’s a mess; her hair is misplaced, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are glossed over in pure bliss as she looks at me.

I stand up and loom over her, still laying on the table, and I thrust my hands into her hair and pull her into a kiss, making her taste herself on me.

She must like it because she’s only just finished coming, and once again, she’s rolling her hips into me and groaning into our kiss.

I chuckle against her swollen lips and break away from our embrace long enough to give her a smirk as I slide my fingers back into her wet cunt, the look of surprise and ecstasy washing over her.

The O shape of her lips and the way she looks at me through hooded lashes only spurs me on more, and I slide another finger inside of her, nearly bringing her over the edge again.

“Fuck, Edward,” she pants, gripping the table cloth and spilling more tea over the edge, “you’re going to make me come again. Please, don’t stop.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, princess,” I purr, my lips at her throat as I thrust my fingers in and out of her. “You’re going to have to beg me to stop. Until then, I’m going to keep pulling those delicious noises from you. Now, be a good girl and come for me again.”

I angle my hand so that with every thrust of my fingers, my palm hits her clit, and I can feel her shaking and shuddering, nearly at the point of release again.

With one last thrust, she comes again with a wanton moan, her head falling back as I feel her walls clamp and pulse around me.

I lean over her and pull her face to mine, once again taking her lips into a hungry kiss as she rides out her orgasm, my fingers still working their magic on her.

I chuckle against her and sigh, nipping her bottom lip and tugging gently before whispering in her ear.

“What do you say, love? Another?”