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• Everything It's Not	By : FeeferJ Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 4692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
  Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or make any money from this story.

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  • 1-Everything It's Not
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• His lips were as cold as he was, not that it mattered- this wasn’t about love, or even like. It was about two people with needs, and a presented opportunity. Rosalie knew she was beautiful, and Edward appreciated beautiful things. She didn’t need to hear his thoughts to know he considered himself a collector of the finer things in life, his hand on her thigh while the others hunted only served to prove that point. His lips trailed down her throat while his nimble fingers made short work of her panties. He hadn’t bothered removing the short skirt she wore, choosing instead to hitch it around her waist when he placed her on the counter. Her top had been thrown to the kitchen floor like something off the rack but she couldn’t find it in herself to complain, not when his tongue was circling her nipple like that.
  
  She felt the sharp sting of venom when he bit down and curled her fingers into his unruly copper hair. His fingertips circled the opening of her cunt while he suckled at her breast, and she gasped when he plunged them inside of her. She could barely focus long enough to undo the button at the top of his jeans and simply ripped the material in her haste. She was rewarded when the denim slipped from his hips, his erection free of its’ constrains. He kicked the ruined jeans aside when he stepped out of them before bringing his lips against the shell of her ear, “What are you thinking?”
  His golden eyes smoldered at the absurd question, his fingers flexing with each spoken syllable.
  
  “You already know what I’m thinking,” her hips bucked against his hand when his thumb brushed her clit, her body wanting more than what he was giving her.
  
  “Yes, but I want to hear you say it. Tell me, Rosalie. Tell me what you want,” his whispered words sent a thrill down her spine.
  
  “I want you to fuck me.”
  
  She was breathless when he pulled his fingers from her and purposefully licked each digit, their eyes locked, and his half smile promising in so many ways.
  
  Pulling her to the edge, he positioned himself before sliding into her with one smooth, fluid movement. She rocked her hips down against him as he thrust into her, the violence of their movements threatening to break the stone beneath her body. She didn’t care; the feel of him inside her was exquisite. They moved together in sync- like two halves of the same whole, stone flesh rubbing against stone flesh, and she could feel her orgasm building.
  
  “Harder. Fuck me harder,” she’d barely panted it out before he’d pulled her down and entered her from behind. Edward snaked one hand around to circle her clit while the other pinched at her hardened nipple, his movements in stark contrast to the frenzied way he was fucking her. She felt the sensation building until the orgasm tore through her body, the marble of the counter top crumbling under her fingertips as she fought to stay upright. It was with a final thrust that Edward came, his cock pulsing, and both of them temporarily satisfied. Rosalie straightened when he pulled out, carefully re-adjusting her skirt and inspecting the damaged counter.
  
  “We’ll have to get that fixed before the others get back.” He held her forgotten top out to her, his mangled jeans held in place around his waist, “Here, Rose. I know how much you hate wrinkles in your Dolce.”
  She slipped the shirt over her head before inspecting her hair in the glass.
  “Thank you, and it’s Armani,” she grabbed her purse and made her way towards the garage, her mind already on the Manolos she intended to buy.
  
  No, it wasn’t about love- or even like, at all.

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