Pure Lust Vol. 3 by M. S. Parker, Cassie Wild Read Free Book Online

guilty to deserve him.
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    Edward made love to me again downstairs, this time on the living room couch, and then we went to his bedroom and showered, having hard, driving sex against the wall while water rained down around us and we stared into each other's eyes. It had been too much, my pussy already sensitive from our previous bouts of love-making, and I'd reveled in the pain that had come with the pleasure. Even my orgasm had ridden that edge and I'd still begged him to take me harder.
    The naked need in his eyes called to me and I finally felt a little more me as his fingers dug into my hips, calling bruises to my skin even as he'd called out my name. But the feeling faded when he came up behind me after we'd finished showering and brushed his hands down my sides.
    “I was too rough with you,” he said, a frown marring his face as he lightly touched the bruises on my hips.
    “I’m fine,” I told him, catching his wrist and holding it in place. I gave him a reassuring smile and said, “I love knowing I can push you to where you forget to be a gentleman, Edward.”
    “Hmmm.” His lids dropped down low over his eyes and he came in closer, bracketing me in with his hands coming to rest on the bathroom counter on either side of my waist. “You could make me forget a lot of things, Gabriella.”
    He pulled me back against him and held me close. Turning my face into his neck, I stood there in the warmth of his arms, our bodies still damp from the shower and loose from sex. I could feel his cock stirring, hardening against my butt and despite how sore I was, we might have gone again except my belly rumbled and Edward chuckled, sliding one hand around to rest on my stomach.
    “I think I need to feed you,” he said softly.
    He pulled away and as I was toweling my hair off, he slid out of the bathroom. When he came back, he was carrying a beautiful emerald green robe. My eyes widened when he held it out behind me.
    “Here,” he murmured. “I bought this for you.”
    The softness caressed my skin like a cloud and all over again, my throat wanted to lock up. I didn't deserve this man. “It’s so soft.”
    He drew my hair out from under the collar, and smoothed it down while I adjusted the front and tied the belt, securing it at my waist.
    “Cashmere. Almost as soft as your skin.” He kissed me again and then took my hand, guiding me into the bedroom. “You lay down, take it easy. I’m going to scrounge us up something to eat.”
    He grabbed another robe from the foot of the bed, a blue one a few shades deeper than his eyes and pulled it on. He was gone in another moment and I collapsed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
    There weren’t any answers written there so I covered my face with my hands. I didn’t want to look at anybody or anything just then. Like a predator, the guilt snuck up on me again and I felt like it was going to eat me alive. I couldn’t deal with it, couldn’t handle it. What was I supposed to do?
    Tell him , the small voice in the back of my mind whispered.
    But how?
    To that, I had no answer.
    The sound of Edward’s voice calling out my name had me jerking up in bed and tears I hadn’t even been aware of choked me as he walked inside. I swiped at the tears, swearing silently when he came to an abrupt halt.
    “Gabriella.”
    I cleared my throat and focused on the window, surreptitiously wiping at the damp tracks on my face. I heard him put the tray down. From the corner of my eye, I saw as he knelt in front of me, but I didn’t turn my head to look at him.
    His hands covered mine. “What’s wrong? Please don’t try to brush this aside. Did I hurt you?”
    “No.” I shook my head. “No, it was amazing.”
    “If…are you uncertain about the wedding? Is that it?”
    “No!” Whipping my head around, I stared at him. “No, Edward, that’s not it at all.”
    “Then what is it?” He moved closer, his weight leaning against my knees until I parted them, letting him come