Edward fixed his gaze on the girl sleeping beside him. "F*ck, why is she so beautiful?" he mused as he caressed her face slowly.
Her lovely chubby cheeks were lightly blushed. He remembered how whenever he kissed her, she turned bright red like a cherry.
Her gorgeous curly hair was all over the pillow. Their faces were only a few inches apart. His arm was still around her naked waist.
He sighed heavily as he remembered what had happened between them just a few hours earlier. He remembered kissing her. How his jealousy fueled his rage.
What a way he touched her. He threw her on the bed and tore her dress off. How his lips etched every inch of her lovely skin. How he felt compelled to keep marking her with his lips over and over.
Her moans echoed in his ears as she adorned his chest, proud of how she was enjoying the pleasure beneath him. How her seductive body was entwined with his desperate one.
He desired her. He desperately wanted to make her his, so he did, and now she's his; they were getting married as soon as possible. "No one is going to take you away from me, Cassandra; Anthony is so unlucky; it's just a shame you're already mine," he mumbled.
He remembered how she made his heart race every time he was near her, and how, for the first time in his life, this love hit him hard. For the first time, someone was able to rule over his psychotic mind.
Flashback
Edward was biting her neck while her hands held his biceps. Her eyes were closed and closed as she moans in pain.
"F*ck, you're so beautiful," he groaned, nestling his head deeper into her crook and allowing the hard kisses to travel to her bare shoulder.
He decided to make her his no matter what. He was not going to let her off the hook tonight. He wanted her to sleep under him all night. He wanted her to tremble in pleasure like she was right now.
He wouldn't let her go until he was satisfied. And she is the only one who can calm his beast, but tonight he will only calm down after he has her.
His hand moved to her sensitive area as he grabbed the waistband of her gown and yanked it away from her body. His lips brushed up against hers, roughly claiming them.
Her hands clutched his biceps tightly as she whimpered in the kiss.
But when his hand landed on her undergarment, she lost control. She was prepared to remove it. His actions came to a halt when he heard her moan through her throat, reaching her lips, which caused him to moan as well.
He gradually retracted his lips from hers and his hand from her inner body. His lips were still slightly brushing hers, and he wasn't removing his weight from her.
His bare chest was in contact with her covered one. She was only wearing her bra, which he desperately wanted to remove, but his body froze. He searched her face for her beautiful forest orbs.
Another moan escaped her lips as she sensed him halting his actions. Edward wiped her damp cheeks unconsciously before whispering near her lips.
"Look at me, Cassandra," he said, and an instant later, a grey fountain of darkness collided with a beautiful forest of light.
His eyes were strangely soft. She couldn't get herself to feel a variety of emotions. She had no idea where she got her strength, but she was certain she was in love with this guy.
"Edward, I-I need you right now," she almost whispered. He didn't say anything, just stared at her, which made her continue.
"Please, I need you right now," Cassandra begged as Edward kissed her lips softly and whispered, "Are you sure?" Cassandra nodded, making Edward happy.
"I know we haven't been okay in the last few days. Neither you nor I want this. But at least let me accept you. Let me feel something for you, something that I can at least assure myself that you won't hurt me and that you truly love me genuinely. But as I told you, Edward, I know I misunderstood you. Your mom already explained it to me. I'm sorry for doubting you and not believing you. So, I beg you, please, I need you--."
"Shhhh, I know Cassandra that you need me, I feel it, and I need you too. I love you, sweetie. So, please ignore Anthony and just focus only on me, you don't know how painful it is every time I see you with other guys smiling at them, because Cassandra you are only mine and that means your smile only belongs to me as well, understand?" Edward whispered as she slowly kissed her neck down to her boobs With her heavy sign, he let everything out. Hearing his words, her breath caught in her throat. He stiffened in his seat as she said her next words, which shocked him.
"I love you too, Edward. We both need each other, so I wouldn't stop you from claiming me again. I am yours. It's only yours, and if you want me, you can have me anytime and anywhere. I don't want us to argue again. I am just afraid of being broken again. Your love sometimes frightened me. It was too good to be true when we both know there are a lot of women who want your attention as well," Cassandra said as she stuttered out, closing her eyes as her voice was sad. He fixed his gaze on her broken expressions in her own words. Every word she said hit him hard.
"Don't be worried, sweetie; I sincerely love you and no other woman can make me feel like this like how I feel about you," Edward said as he licked his lips gulping down before instantly claiming her over and over again.
Flashback End
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He lay silently beside her, staring at her without blinking for who knows how long.
"She looked stunning as always," he murmured.
He recalled her words. She is terrified of him, terrified of being broken again. Cassandra's overthinking is finally noticed by Edward, and he realizes that the only way for her not to overthink it for him to show her how much he loves her every day.
His eyes hardened once more as he remembered Anthony and her staring at each other as if they were long-lost lovers. And he felt like the bad guy between them.
"She's mine. My Baby. She's only mine." His psychotic mind yelled as his grip on her waist tightened. When she moved in her sleep, burying her face in his neck and wrapping her arms around his naked torso, he stiffened once more.
When her body touched him, he exhaled shakily. As he inhaled sharply, her rosy scent dripped into his essence.
"Sh*t, she smells so good and it always turns me on," he murmured, tightening his grip on her before closing his eyes.
That's when he realized it wasn't just any ordinary love. It was a desire that existed between his love and obsession. A poisonous obsession that had infiltrated his veins and was willing to go to any length to keep her there. For all eternity in his arms.
Because once Edward Consuelo desired something, he would stop at nothing and go to any length to obtain it.