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    Dark Desire

    He pulled away staring intently at me. “Your Edward is a very lucky man,” and released me gently. He gave Edward a slight nod as he headed for the door. “I’ll await you out back,” he called from the hallway.

    I chanced a glance at my extremely pissed off husband and pointed frantically at the wall. “This is from me pushing him against the wall,” I cried defiantly. I hadn’t done anything wrong and I was getting sick of constantly having to justify my actions where Demetri was concerned.

    His eyes traveled slowly past me to the wall before settling back on my face.

    “Well say something,” I begged as he continued shooting daggers at me. It seemed all we did anymore was argue over Demetri and it didn’t look like that was about to change.

    “Sounds like you have plans with Demetri,” he spat at me as he nodded his head in the direction of the back window. “You better not keep him waiting,” He turned on his heels thinking that he’d have the last word, but I was at the door before he could make his sulky exit.

    “Oh, no you don’t.” I shoved a finger in his chest. “Demetri is suffering. I’m sorry that I seem to be the only one who gets through to him, but maybe – just maybe –  that’s because no one else actually tries.”

    “Oh, please, Bella! Don’t be ridiculous. We’ve all tried…”

    I cut him off. “Talking to him one time in two weeks does not constitute an effort, Edward. I had to spend hours and hours before I got through to him – to get him to where he is today.”

    “I’m very aware of the many hours you have devoted to Demetri,” he hissed.

    My head fell forward in defeat. This was getting us nowhere. Not bothering to look into his angry gaze I said, “Would you prefer I go out there right now and end this?” The silence that stretched out was painful. He was actually warring with himself. Knowing full well what was right and what was wrong and actually considering the path that would be easiest for him.

    He lifted my chin with one finger. “Of course not,” he said as he brought his full lips to mine. He tangled his fingers into the hair at the base of my neck as I wound mine around his waist pulling him firmly against me. “I’m sorry I’m being so difficult,” he murmured into my mouth beginning to break the embrace, but I pulled him back to me forcefully and licked my tongue across the seam of his lips putting all my love and everything I truly felt for him in that kiss. Letting him know that he had no reason to be jealous of Demetri for there was only one man for me. He moaned and started pulling at my shirt. “Wait!” I panted. “Not yet.” His fingers froze and he backed away from me trying to regain his composure, his face utterly blank. Of course, the more blank his face the angrier he was.

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