The Damned Spirits
Rated: T (suggestive themes)
Pairing: Bella/Edward
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
"Edward?" The call comes from their bedroom down the hall. Pausing to be sure that his daughter is sleeping soundly like an angel, he turns and heads down to find the voice's source.
He spies the source, with her back to him. "Bella, what's the matter?"
That's when things change entirely. The black nightgown that she wears (more out of habit then actual need) drifts down to her feet, leaving her bare and exposed to his golden eyes. He takes an unnecessary breath (a habit of his own) at the sight. Beautiful unblemished skin calls to him like the very crimson liquid that sustains his existence.
Not long ago, it had been her blood that called like a siren. Now everything about her captured him. Her smell in which had him following after it like a drug, the taste of her, his substance abuse. Hell, her very essence was his addiction.
Like a graceful ballerina and a seductress all wrapped into one, she spun on her toes and pinned him with a look that had him hard and wanting. When hadn't she? The woman was a goddess, created to capture and conquer his heart and soul. Already he could feel his body drifting over toward her without any insistence.
Mouth inclined into a smile, Bella surged upward on her toes as she claimed his mouth, the very breath he barely used. "I need you." She stepped back, the smile turning into a teasing grin. Such an innocent girl, he mused, and yet such a conniving vixen. Always knowing what buttons to push, which strokes to brush, and of course which expressions to get what she wanted.
Edward smirked. "You really are incorrigible, Mrs. Cullen."
Like a true vampress, she showed her fangs brazenly. "I like to keep our spirits up."