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Lita instantly responded, her mouth hot and demanding as they kissed.
Edge released her wrists, his hands coming to tangle into her mass of red hair as his tongue licked at her lips. She struggled beneath him for a moment, her arms and legs flailing as she tried to push him away, but the blond man would not be deterred.
Damn it, he *loved* her. And he'd meant every word he'd said about not giving a crap about Torrie. He softened his lips against hers as he felt the redhead beginning to relax. Her squirms stopped and she seemed to welcome him as she suddenly opened her mouth slightly wider.
The tall blond man sighed in her mouth as he took her action as an invitation. He dipped his tongue deeper into her warm, moist, velvety mouth, the stirrings of arousal not at all lost on him. Lita could excite him like no woman ever could - and most especially because of how he felt about her. Sure, she was a stunningly beautiful woman, but the fact that there was real and true love between them did more to him than anything ever could.
A small whimper escaped the diva as she finally gave in completely, her hands coming up to tangle in his long blond hair. She'd been so angry with him - still was, to a lesser extent - but she couldn't help herself. She loved him, and she completely regretted her rash decision of earlier that night. What happened was not enough to have broken up with him for.
Suddenly, he raised his head from hers, his lips hovering not two inches from hers. He gazed down into her hazel eyes, noting the look within, and spoke softly.
"Do you want me, Lita?"
Frantically, the redhead nodded, her eyes blinking as she kept them locked on his.
"Tell me..." he said. It wasn't that he wanted to make her suffer, or prolong either of their desires, but he had to hear it, had to know she truly wanted him.
"I want you, Edge..."
She raised her head just up off the mattress in an attempt to meet his lips again, but he pulled away, just enough to evade her. He gazed down at her as though in anticipation, actually enjoying the torment that crossed her face at the simple actioin. A half-smile, half-smirk graced his lips.
"I'm sorry," she said, reading him perfectly. "I take back what I said earlier."
Edge's handsome face brightened into a full-fledged grin.
"So, we're not broken up anymore?"
The diva shook her head.
"No... I... I can't live without you, Edge..."
A small chuckle escaped him.
"That's good..." he said softly, his hands coming to clasp hers and raise them up over her head. "Because I don't think I can live without you, either." Finally, he lowered his lips back on hers, kissing her deeply and almost wildly, their tongues colliding in a mad, passionate dance.
Lita's hands were still trapped up above her head, and she tightened her grip on his finger, a tiny whimper emerging from her. She could feel his erection throbbing against her belly as he was still straddling her, feel the heat of it. And then, the blond man raised back up to pull on her T-shirt, quickly ridding her of it. She squirmed away enough to undo his jeans, and he made quick work of hers.
Before long, they were both naked and in one another's arms, the redhead in Edge's lap. Both their breathing was hard, and Lita let out a gasp as he slipped inside of her, penetration deeper in this position. They clung onto each other, the blond man controlling their movements, and he went for her lips again, kissing her deeply. In no time, she was crying out her pleasure for him.
"Oh, God, Edge! Edge, I love you!"
The blond Canadian chuckled.
"I love you, too..." Then, a slight growl escaping him, he too reached climax and clung tightly to her as he spilled into her.
Afterward, they laid in one another's arms. Edge placed a tender kiss on Lita's forehead,
a smile coming to him. Thank goodness he hadn't lost her.