~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I smile as I wake up with my head resting comfortably on Edge's muscular chest. I sigh happily as I lay
completely still and listen to the beating of his strong heart.
It's funny you know, there have been times when I wondered if he actually had a heart. It's as if he has a split
personality. One minute he's kind, tender, and loving, and the next, he's slapping me around, calling me a
whore.
Let's get one thing straight. He's the only one I have ever slept with. He stole my virginity on my sixteenth
birthday, but if he tells the story, he says I got high and begged him to do it. I know different. I'm not totally
stupid. I knew what he was doing when he handed me the joint, but I trusted him.
Why did I stay with him? Love. I've been in love with him from the moment that I saw him. I thought I was
going to die from happiness when he noticed me that first day and when he flashed that perfect smile of his, I
thought I was going to faint. I would have done anything to make him love me in return. So why did I play
hard to get? Well, I thought that if he got what he wanted, he wouldn't want me any more. I knew that once
he made love to me, he would own my heart and my soul. And guess what? I was partially right.
He owns my heart and soul, but he wants me even more. He can't seem to get enough of me. I'm his. He
knows it. I know it. Last night he reminded me of my position in this relationship. Like it was any surprise.
I'm the bottom. Always have been and always will be. Shit, sometimes I feel like a depository for his cock and
sperm. I could open my own sperm bank. Images of baby Edge's running around flashing pearly white teeth
almost makes me giggle.
I know, I should be serious. Some people would call what he does to me abuse. Hell, some would call it rape,
but I call it love. Tough love, but love nevertheless. It's the only kind of love I've ever known, and I can't live
without it.
Besides, Edge is only upset because of Lance. For some reason, Lance has been trying to get my attention by
flirting and teasing me. I must admit that his "may I be serious for a moment" attitude cracks me up. I made
the mistake of smiling at one of his "serious" jokes last night and that is why I was punished. Edge said it was
because I left him in the ring, but I know the real reason.
He didn't know what I was doing behind the curtains with Lance until he made his way backstage. It didn't
matter that I was waiting by the entrance for him. No. I could see it in his eyes. He was pissed. I had followed
Lance backstage.
I frown as I try to move. My whole body hurts like hell. I can forget about sitting down anytime soon. Thank
goodness that I'm not actually wrestling at SummerSlam tomorrow night. I'm only scheduled for a run in.
He must have felt me move because now he is gently caressing my hair.
"Good morning, angel," he whispers as he kisses the top of my head.
My eyes close at the gentleness in his voice. It actually sounds like he cares. "Morning," I whisper, knowing
that I had better answer him.
"You're such a good boy, Christian," he whispers as his hand slowly travels down along my spine. I have to
control my urge to shiver, but I gasp as one of his fingers slips inside of me.
Somehow I knew that he wasn't finished with me. He tilts my chin up and possessively claims my mouth in a
passionate kiss, his tongue swirling around mine, tasting me, claiming my mouth.
I can't stifle the moan that escapes my throat. I can't refuse him and neither can my body. I'm almost
embarrassed at how I'm rubbing against him. I want him so bad. I want him to fuck me. Claim me. Mark me.
Love me. Own me.
~EDGE'S POV~
A grin slides across my face as I feel Christian start to rub his little seductive body against me. I love it when
my little bitch is in heat.
I have all day to fully reacquaint myself with his exquisite body. It's not like I haven't mapped every inch of
it, but I love to claim it as mine, over and over again.
I can't wait until tomorrow night, I'm scheduled to win Lance's Intercontinental belt. Wonder what "Mr.
Serious" had to say about that?
I plan on fucking Christian while I'm wearing the belt, over and over again. Poor baby wants a belt of his own
so bad. Guess he will just have to settle for being fucked by a champion. Even Vince knows he weak.
~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I can tell Edge is in deep thought. Wonder if he is thinking about SummerSlam? I know I am.
He's smiling. What a beautiful smile.
I'm so happy for him. He's scheduled to win tomorrow tonight against Lance. Although Lance is a terrific guy,
I couldn't be happier for my Edge. My hero.
I moan as he pushes me onto my back and roughly lifts my legs. It hurts, but I don't resist. Why would I
resist? Edge is my lover. My everything. My world.
Personally, I can't wait for SummerSlam. This should permanently resolve the Lance Storm issue that seems
to haunt our relationship lately. I close my eyes as Edge starts to thrust into me hard and fast, as our bodies
become one. I visualize our lovemaking in my mind, but I'm shocked as Edge is suddenly replaced by Lance
in my thoughts. My eyes pop open and Edge is staring down at me.
"What name did you just say?" Edge asks, his voice deep and angry.
Did I just say Lance's name out loud? Oh shit!
