His grip grew tighter, kisses rougher, thrusts harder. It was to the point of pain. Everything was coming to a head and soon Edward was going to break. I also knew that if I didn’t help him he would take me with him and I would not come out unscathed.
He was ending us in the same way we began. Only harder. Breaking our connection with force. His anger, hurt, and pain laid bare as he took it all out on me.
“Please, Edward. Come back to me!” I cried out, but I knew it was useless. I couldn’t pull him out, he was too far gone.
His hands tightened around my arms, squeezing so hard I cried out in pain. His body was shaking, tearless sobs rocking his body.