Albert
As I lay on Albert's arms all spent and content, I began to reminisce about what we had just done.
Edward’s lips were on mine the moment the door closed.
Hot, desperate and unapologetic.
My back hit the wall, and he kissed me like a man possessed. Like the years of restraint had finally shattered into ash. His hands had gripped my hips, then my waist, pulling me flush against the solid heat of him.
I had moaned into his mouth, clutching at the damp fabric of his shirt. He tasted like rain and something wild, something mine.
His kisses had moved to my neck, “I waited,” he had growled between each breath. “Gods, Albert. I waited so long.”
I didn’t have words. Just the thundering of my pulse and the searing burn of our bond snapping taut between us.
I had clung to him as if my
