"I was a burnt offering, his for the taking. Edward truly was a master of anything and everything he touched. He owned me completely, in a way no one else ever could, or ever will. He played me like an instrument, far better than he played his beautiful piano... Pushing all the right buttons, pulling all the right strings, and fine tuning me into perfection, until I sang out in pleasure, moaning a symphony of his name, crying out a harmony for his ears only..."

Edward and Bella spend a little quality time together... includes vampire-resistant handcuffs, torn bedding, mischievious teasing and a very impatient Bella.

Warning: Only for mature readers.