Connor
Edward dropped me on the bed.
I bounced. A laugh burst out of me before I could stop it, breathless and stupid.
"Shut up," he said, and was over me a second later. His weight, his heat, his mouth on mine. Not gentle. Not anymore. This was the Edward I got when the doors were closed and no one was watching. Rough. Possessive. Like he'd been waiting all day to take me apart.
He kissed me like he was angry at me for making him wait. Teeth on my bottom lip. A nip that made me gasp.
"Fuck," I breathed. "Edward—"
"Shh," he said against my mouth. "I've got you." His hand came down on my hip. Hard. The spank echoed in the room and I jerked under him. A moan ripped out of me before I could bite it back.
"There it is," he murmured, low and pleased. "That's the sound I wanted."
"Daddy—"
"Say it again."
Another spank.
I whined. "Daddy."
He grinned against my neck. "Good boy."
