Common sense seemed to dissipate from my mind as I traversed the lengthy corridor of the Cullen Mansion, dreading the idea of tripping and making a spectacle of myself. As I reached the desired door at the end of the hallway without fatally injuring myself, I paused briefly to regain my composure. "Relax, Bella," I commanded myself. "It's only Carlisle." But to no avail.
As far as I could see there were two options. I could turn around now and pretend like this wasn't about to happen, or I could embrace the irrepressible whirlpool of lust and passion that coursed through my veins and experience pleasure beyond that of nirvana. Drawing in a breath I hastily opened the heavy oak door, and the sight I beheld was nothing I'd expected.
The walls were painted an elegant burgundy red tone, contrasting with the plush white carpet beneath my feet. Tea candles scattered on various surfaces casted a dim light around the room, making the atmosphere arousing enough to the point of tangibility. I closed my eyes, nearly combusting with desire, when a cold pair of arms wrapped around my waist, followed by a tender kiss on my neck.
"You look ravishing in candlelight, my love." I twisted around in my lover's arms in order to soak in his godlike perfection. Carlisle was wearing a white collared shirt and navy blue sweater, accompanied by black jeans that I effortlessly gathered were getting unbearably tight.
"You didn't have to go to this extent, Carlisle," I murmured into his chest, blushing faintly. "You could have done something of greater value, like getting to work on time." Carlisle chuckled softly and tilted my chin up and ever so slightly brushed his lips against mine.
"Bella," he started, crouching to meet my eyes. "You are the greatest value of my eternal existence, I love you."
"I love you, too" was all I could utter, his words touching me in ways I couldn't begin to describe with words, for it would be insignificant in comparison.
"Carlisle," I whispered, averting my eyes away from his, "there's something I want . . . and I know you can give it to me." My statement seemed to baffle him momentarily, but he instantly recovered with a façade of nonchalance.
"Bella, we've discussed this multiple times. Quite frankly, I don't think you're ready for that magnitude of sensuality." The instant those words left his mouth, I was speechless. Blinded by rage and betrayal, I attempted to slap the living daylights out of him, but he grabbed my wrist in an unbreakable bond.
Before I knew it, I was thrashing and screaming profanities at Carlisle in a feeble attempt to break his iron grasp, and to no avail.
"Bella, this is ludicrous," Carlisle stated, holding both of my arms firmly in place at my sides. "You know I love you, but unfortunately the truth hurts." He paused to let his words sink in, and as I reflected on my actions I broke down crying at how heinously I'd treated the most compassionate man I'd ever met. Holding me close, Carlisle ran his fingers through my hair, whispering placid words of comfort.
"Why, Carlisle?" I questioned through relentless sobs. "Why won't you make love to me?" He snapped out of his absentminded state and looked me in the eyes, the hurt I'd caused him excruciatingly evident.
"Bella, I want your first time making love to be an experience you won't lament, and I feel you wouldn't be content if it were with me." Carlisle glanced away, mortified about divulging his true feelings. He glanced down at his chest for a moment. Presuming it was out of awkwardness, I didn't press the matter.
"Carlisle," I placed a hand on his stone hard cheek and turned his angelic face towards me. "I want you to make love to me. There's nobody else in the entire universe I'd rather share this experience with." I sighed and stood up, immediately assuming he'd decline my proposal. However, before I reached the door, Carlisle had spun me around and kissed me passionately, his arms wrapping around my waist to secure me even closer to his hard frame.
His tongue traced my lip, begging for entrance, to which I naturally complied. Not wasting anymore time, Carlisle picked me up bridal style and carried me to the bed, never breaking the fervent kisses. Skillfully, he planted a trail of kisses down my neck and along my collar bone, while at the same time removing my blouse, his gentle hands lingering at my breasts.
I let out a moan, wanting nothing more than to feel his ice cold touch. Grinning, Carlisle swiftly removed my bra, claiming a nipple with his mouth and massaging the other with his skilled hand. I gasped and dug my nails even deeper into his shoulders to the point where a human would have bled; the caresses with his hands and mouth were enough to make me lose all of my senses. As if I could further fall victim to my sensual desires, I felt Carlisle's rock hard erection as he straddled me, my desire for him increasing ten fold.
Growing intolerant, he made quick work removing my pants and panties in one smooth motion, leaving me completely exposed and he completely over-dressed.
"This could pose a problem," I purred seductively, removing his sweater. "You are entirely over-dressed." Not waiting for his consent, I began unfastening the buttons of his shirt, my hands trembling with longing.
My breathing hitched as I marveled at his faultlessly sculpted abs, his physique rivaling that of Greek god.
"Carlisle you're . . . beautiful." I continued to gawk shamelessly at this marvelous creature, my hands tracing over each well-defined muscle. Carlisle's musical laugh made my heart skip a beat, his golden eyes locking with mine.
"No beauty of that on heaven or earth could rival yours." His heartfelt compliments were far from accurate, though I didn't have the heart to debate accuracy.
On impulse, I began to fumble with his belt, blush rapidly spreading to my cheeks at my obvious difficulty with the straightforward task. Chuckling out of pity, Carlisle quickly removed the remainder of his garments, his erection free from the straining fabrics of his slacks and boxers. As I continued to gawk shamelessly at his throbbing manhood, I couldn't help but ponder how the hell it was going to fit inside of me.
Sensing my uneasiness, Carlisle tenderly placed a kiss on my hand, caressing each individual knuckle. "Bella, sweetheart, are you absolutely positive you want to do this?"
Nodding in affirmation, I grabbed his finger and suckled the cool tip. "I can do this. It was meant to fit up there. It will be all right, Bella," I reassured myself silently.
Clearly not buying my futile attempts at moving things along, Carlisle moved away from me slightly, yet his icy grip lingered at my shoulders.
"Bella, I may not be a woman, but I do understand the emotional and physical ramifications of making love," he murmured. "But I have to ask, are you worried about 'popping the cherry'?"
Embarrassed I mumbled an incoherent reply and gave a swift nod, which earned me a chuckle from my angel. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, love. I understand your concerns, this being your first time and all. I've actually been pondering over how discreet I should be with you, what with my being a creature much stronger than yourself."
I couldn't help but find myself at a loss once more towards his compassion for me. "Carlisle, I'm going to be blunt. You are what I desire most—"
Claiming my lips, Carlisle tenderly pinned me to the bed, my entire being a live wire humming with arousal.
"Wait. When did you get a bed?" I panted, wondering why my curiosity got the better of me at a time like this.
Looming over me, he paused briefly, his eyes sparklingly mischievously as he breathed, "Bought it on a whim . . . Just in case."
Being the chivalrous man he was, Carlisle met my gaze as though to ask permission, which I granted with an abrupt nod. Easing his way inside of me, I braced myself for a feral blend of pain and pleasure. He thrust himself deeper, causing me to cry out in pain as the symbol of my virginity broke.
Mortified at what he'd done, Carlisle caressed my cheek and apologized in countless ways. Only mere seconds had passed before I'd regained composure and arched reflexively, longing for friction.
Curious at my reaction, he raised an eyebrow and hesitantly resumed where he'd left off, jerking in and out of me effortlessly. Pleasure replaced the pain I'd previously experienced, causing me to moan senselessly, my fingers knotting themselves in his golden locks.
Keeping a rhythmic pace, Carlisle lit heaven on fire with the heat from our orgasm, to which I wished there'd be no end. But all good things must perish, and such was my finale as I felt intolerable bliss, my screams echoing through the mansion as I reached my climax, Carlisle following suit, filling me with his seed.
Before I knew it I was gasping for breath, my eyelids heavy with fatigue. Suddenly I was in Carlisle's cold embrace, his breathing equally as ragged. Nuzzling into his neck, I succumbed to my inevitable need for sleep just before I'd uttered a breathless "Thank you."