Disclaimer: All Twilight Characters are the sole property of Stephenie Meyer. I do not own, or manage, the characters. Warning: Adult content. Intended for mature audiences only.
Plea From a Vampire
His hand comes to rest on the edge of my jaw, and for a moment I stop breathing. My lips part, aching to quench the fire scorching through my veins; racing, pumping forcefully just below the fragile lining that protects me. He leans in cautiously, tasting the atmosphere between us, burning his golden eyes into mine.
"I need you." He whispers in my ear, laying his cheek against my own.
I cannot answer him, for I fear my response will not do him justice. But the rapid thumping of my heart is all the answer he requires. Our lips collide, moving effortlessly in rhythm with one another, our tongues entangles as if they were of the same flesh. His body presses into mine, forcing me back against the wall, and holding me there for an immeasurable amount of time. I close my eyes, allowing his tongue to explore the delicate regions along my neck, sweeping from one side to the other, then slowly tracing across my shoulders, and down to my collarbone. He pauses, inching my shirt down with his teeth, as my body begins to tremble uncontrollably. Without thinking, I bite down hard on my lip, breathing out a low moan. He smiles, and reaches behind me, grasping at my shoulders. I can feel the warmth of his normally chilled body yearning for more, his eyes glowing with an urgent desire. I reach for his shirt, gently raking my fingernails against the back of his neck, as I lift it free from his body. My hands find their way into his hair, tugging eagerly on the honey tresses. He glances up at me in surprise, his eyes piercing right through to my very soul. My breathing picks up as our lips meet once more, moving with an intensity I have never felt before. A moan escapes his lips, igniting spasms of pleasure between my thighs. My hands greedily move across the perfect planes of his bare chest, gliding slowly down the sculpted arches of his abdomen. Each touch, each sensation, far exceeding the last.
"Please, I want you." He urges, feeling the uncontrollable passion building up inside of us.
"C..Carlisle, we can't...we shouldn't." I mumble.
His strong arms cradle me, tenderly removing my own shirt. I cannot help the blush that reaches my cheeks, as he surveys my half naked form. His eyes flicker to mine for permission, paralyzing me in my state of euphoria. I look up into his smoldering eyes, seeing nothing but the man I am falling in love with. Nothing but the purest of souls, the most endearing compassion. And so I smile, as his hands begin to eagerly memorize the curves of my body. It is no longer a simple want, or a need in my mind, it is an uninhibited passion; love in the rarest form. Something far beyond my own comprehension, far beyond mere friendship. Everything he is, everything he was, everything he will be. Everything we could be together. His pain is now my pain. His joy is now my joy. His lust is now my lust. All of it, both the good, and the bad. He is my exact match in every way. Fate has brought us together, and I cannot deny my feelings any longer.
I must have him.