Story Preface

So guys remember I told you guys that shazw was going to write a story?

Well, here is the preface :)

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A/N – I will only say this once guys J This all belongs to a one Stephanie Meyer and I thank her very much for creating TWILIGHT and all of its wonderful characters.

Especially Edward.

Dark and Mature themes it’s N17 for a reason guys but enjoy please. I hope you like it, I will enjoy writing this very much for well … very strange reasons XD

Chapter One

I whimpered and thrashed as he bore into me from above.

So close. So close. So close.

Slipping and sliding, his body and mine slick with sweat grinding into each other as his hips thrust deeper, deeper, deeper. I could feel him too, getting closer and closer to the ever nearing edge, as we were both about to tumble and fall into the cavern beneath, flying and full of pure bliss and emptiness until we hit the ground and crashed back to earth. I was almost there, just one more …

I reached beside me onto the dark wood table beside his bed and picked it up, running the smooth handle between my fingers before grasping tightly, waiting until I felt his twitch inside of me. I thrust my hand upwards as I rode out my orgasm, his body spasming and his head lulling on my shoulder, weeping into me.

He was drenching me as his body fell still and limp.

I lie back in contented bliss, my body souring through the skies my heart pounding as I bathed in ecstasy before my breathing went slowly back to normal. My head still dizzy and my body sluggish, I shuffled upwards on the bed, releasing his limp form from inside of me. He was slowly stiffening. Once he was out from me I rolled him over  carefully and looked at him properly, away from the harsh lights of the nightclub and darkness of the walk back to his flat.

He was pretty handsome considering.

Deep, dark chocolate-red skin, those red and black braids, brown-red stubble and glazed eyes that watched me as I watched him.
Sweet, full lips that whispered in my ear and persuaded me.

He had strong legs, powerful. Thrusting hips that ground into me as we danced and a firm ass, his beautiful cock limp and shrivelled again as it hung between his legs. I followed his muscled torso upwards. He would have been perfect.

If it wasn’t for the blade jammed upwards in his ribcage.

3 seconds. A lot of things can happen to a man in 3 seconds.

This one; not so much anymore.
3 seconds in orgasm.

3 seconds in death.

Same thing really, they both take us to that out of this world place. Even if God isn’t always there. I shook my damp, thick hair away from my face before rolling off the bed and standing up. I stalked around it, watching him as I moved as though prepared for attack any second.

Laurence?

Laurent?

Loren?

Something. It was something. The dark, dark man with smooth skin and a firm cock that I felt against my ass in the night club. The clenched fist that got rid of the competition. He wasn’t so strong anymore. I got dressed in silence washing my face in the small kitchen sink before grabbing my purse.

I leant over his dead form and placed a chaste kiss on his dried, blood crusted lips. Lips so soft and gentle earlier had changed so completely.

I smirked as I left the basic one bedroom flat. Plain white walls. Plain white couch. Splashed red duvet. I slammed the door closed behind me and walked purposefully away from the scene of the crime.

I’d gotten all the information I’d needed earlier.

He was a student, a little older after taking a 3 year break. His lessons were out for the week due to a broken air conditioner and the rebuild of the new gym. No-one would be looking for him for days. No plans. No friends. Left family to go round the world and so they are no longer interested. The only job he has is walking dogs and he only works Thursdays. Two days of freedom.

Two days to run.

He seemed so sweet and innocent in the bar, but pulled out the tough guns when there were other men around. Three hours I watched him watch me dance. I taunted and teased him before he finally stalked over and ground his hard, hard erection into my ass.

10 minutes later we were outside his apartment door.

Needless to say I work quickly.
The night was cold and dark, my watch revealing it was 2:38 and I had a very large number of blocks to walk until I got home. I tightened my hoodie around me and tucked my tangled hair behind my ears my arms wrapping around my torso and coming to the middle of my back.

It was time for food soon. Maybe not today but tomorrow or Wednesday at the latest. I couldn’t last much longer.

It was easy to get free drinks and sex, but how often does a guy in a bar near midnight ask you back for a three course meal. Never. Trust me, I’ve been at it long enough. 23 years old and I have fuck all to look forward too. Fuck all to gain. And fuck all in general. A lousy one bed apartment not even a separate lounge. No car, no fridge. No fucking heating. I had two weeks to get last month’s rent or I’m back out on the streets. It was starting to get warmer but wouldn’t be sleep able outside for at least two and a half months.
My eyes teared up a little as I thought about everything I had. Just being in that STUDENTS shitty flat just showed how little I have compared to him. And this was a fucking bad estate.

I might as well live in a fucking bin, pretty much where I am anyway.

Crack, prostitutes and booze on every corner. And I lived on the corner, I wasn’t a druggie or a whore and drink never really did it for me.

I am a sex addict. And I love it.

Oh yeah, and I guess I’m a serial killer too. But whatever.