Body and Soul
Disclaimer: All the characters in the story are the property of Stephanie Meyer. I have borrowed them for my entertainment and (hopefully) your reading pleasure. I make no profit from their use.
Author's Note: This story is an erotic companion to the "T" rated story, "The Jewel in the Crown." I will give some set up in this story, but to get the full story, you will need to read the other story. That story takes place during the last part of New Moon. At the last possible second, Edward decides to take up Aro's offer to join the Volturi guard. The prologue provides a brief synopsis of what happens in the first thirty-nine chapters of that story. I may add other chapters to this as the opportunities arise.
Prologue
I am an idiot. First I immediately believed Rosalie when she said that Alice saw Bella committing suicide by jumping off of a cliff. Did I try to call Alice to verify the story? Did I try to contact Carlisle for his advice? No, I tried to call Charlie to verify the story only to discover that he is at a funeral. Instead of asking whose funeral, I hung up the phone and decided to go the Italy to ask or provoke the Volturi into destroying me. How could I ever live in a world where Bella didn't exist?"
I was so sure of my course. I had had this plan in my back pocket since last year, when I was afraid that I might not get to Bella in time to save her from James. But I got to Phoenix in time and so she lived. And then we lived in the bliss of young love for an entire summer. It was as if the rest of my hundred years plus of life was meaningless. Every meaningful experience, everything that was worthwhile in my life, had happened that summer. And then the walls came tumbling down.
In the blink of an eye, a simple paper cut almost became a death sentence. As I knew that one such a Bella could not live in such close proximity to danger. The closer she was to me, the more likely that she would be killed. So I left. I disappeared into the dark night that was the world without her. However, I couldn't do. It was killing me by inches to be apart from her. I was so close to returning, but as always, it was too late. She could not bear to live without me. And she was gone.
Or rather, she was gone until I opened my eyes beneath the clock tower in the main square in Volterra and found her in my arms. She was alive and breathing and begging me not to die. We had one perfect moment of joy in our reunion. One second later, Felix and Demetri ordered me back to the tower. And then it was over.
Throughout the first part of ordeal, Bella held up well. She confounded all the vampire gifts that Aro had assembled over the centuries with her shielded mind. We were together, and she could bear that. But then she discovered that we were now going to spend the rest of our lives here, in this evil tower and she fell apart. Once the reality hit, even I had to admit that the only way to secure her existence was to change her.
Aro was surprisingly tolerant as we negotiated out terms with one another. I would change her, but first she must marry me. Aro called Carlisle and Esme to help us navigate the stormy waters. Aro's wife Sulpicia was first fascinated by Bella and then entranced. She wanted her for a friend. And Bella was amenable.
If the marriage was my idea, the wedding was Sulpicia's. Bella wanted no part of either, but Carlisle and Esme convinced her to behave. There were no other options on the table. So Bella gave in. When Alice sent me the jewelry box that contained all of my mother's precious jewels, she accepted the engagement ring. Then she gracefully allowed Sulpicia to have her fun planning the wedding.
I accepted that I essentially written my own destiny when I came to Volterra in the first place. And so I will be in the guard, as Aro's eyes and hears of the members if the guard. I have discovered my allies and my potential enemies. I know that I must use my power for Aro's benefit and for his alone. I have been forced to grow up quickly by my circumstances.
I am no longer a seventeen-year old boy, repeating high school over and over again. I am a man with an important position and a wife to take care of. Shortly after we were married, Bella breathed her last breath as a human and submitted herself willingly to the fiery torment of vampire transformation. Thankfully, Carlisle was here to oversee it so that there would be no mistakes.
We thought that we were prepared for her when she woke up. But there were surprises that awaited us. Throughout the process, she neither moved nor cried out. We had originally thought that her stillness was due to the mobilizing effects of the morphine that Carlisle liberally administered to her. However when she awoke, we discovered that the morphine had simply imprisoned the burning within her body and did not allow her body the chance to release the tension by screaming and thrashing about.
But most miraculous about her was the fact that she literally had no thirst. We asked her over and over if she wanted blood. But she repeatedly said no. She was hungry, not thirsty. And her hunger was for sex. Of course, we had always been hampered in our feeble attempts at intimacy by her humanness. The strength of a vampire could easily destroy a human, by either crushing her or biting her in moments of lost control. Up until this time, my relationship with her had been defined by self-control.
But there are no more reasons to desist. We are married, that was my requirement. She is a vampire; that was her requirement. And Aro has graciously given us as much time as we want to satisfy this long frustrated hunger. He has been able to see into every corner of my mind, so he knows the painful self-denial of my last year.
He knows how I denied myself the full pleasure of kissing her. He has seen every instance when she threw herself at me and I was forced to resist her attempts to draw closer. He knows the very moment of my life when I realized that she had changed me. He knows that she owns me. And now he is giving me the opportunity to satisfy my own hunger for her for as long as I want.
Chapter 1: Hunger
Once Aro and the others depart, Bella and I are left alone in the "bridal chamber." For two days it was the death chamber, as Bella gave up her mortal life to spend rest of eternity with me as a vampire. And for those two days, I tortured myself because I could only see myself as her murderer. It was my venom that was coursing through her veins and changing her from a soft, warm human into a cold, crystallized vampire. Yet now I have a difficult time considering her dead.
She stands before me, a fully sentient being, gazing at me with unadulterated lust in her bright, red ayes. I have never seen a newborn with such vivid eyes, but then again, I have not seen many newborns. Her fragile, breakable human body has been exchanged for a more durable vampire one. But most importantly, the essence of Bella remains. The woman standing before me is my Bella.
"Shall we get back to what we started a few minutes ago?" she asks suggestively.
What we had started was so sexually intense that Carlisle had to stop us before we ripped each other's clothes off in front of him. Both of us on our best behavior, Bella had answered his questions and then we presented ourselves to the disbelieving Aro. His mind was proof that he had never seen anything like it in the last three thousand years.
"Lucky Edward," mused the guard Gunnar, who had been appointed to protect the rest of the Volturi from the irrational newborn Bella.
But Bella's only lack of reason is coming from the fact that we are both still clothed in our wedding white. I decide that I have had enough of this pondering and that it is time for me to give myself over to my senses. I can finally do that without fear of hurting or killing her. Without a word, I reach over and tear her dress from her shoulders. I then descend on her.
She is ready for me, ripping away at my clothes. There are a jacket, a tie, and a shirt. Within seconds they are shredded in her hands. Before she can reach my pants, I have her slip and have torn it away. The bra barely last two seconds. It is her turn next as she pulls my trousers apart and rips away my shorts. I spring free, long and hard. But she is still wearing too much.
I lightly pick her up and toss her on the bed so that I can pull the last bits of fabric from her body. She is gorgeous as she lays before me in all of her glory. Her eyes look into mine with an emotion that far exceeds mere longing. Matching that desire with my own, I climb up over her, so that I am straddling her on my knees. I look own on her with pure lust of my own.
"Are you afraid?" I ask her in a husky voice. "Are you ready for me to enter you? "
"I am ready for you to complete my being," she whispers. "There is an ache inside of me that is longing to be filled. You are my other half. Please, take me now."
I look down at her in wonder. Carlisle had explained these powerful feelings to me. He explained to me the madness that will engulf my mind as my body gives in to the ecstatic release of orgasm. But he also said that I must be sure to pleasure my woman before taking my own pleasure. The foreplay, the touching, the exploration of the other increases the appetite. Suddenly, I want to titillate and tease. I want her to be screaming for me.
With that, I lean forward and take her mouth in my. She eagerly responds. She reaches up and twists her fingers in my hair and pulls me closer, as if she would swallow my mouth in hers. My mouth pulls away to lick and nip at her jaw and neck as I never have been able to before. As her hands move over my back, I lean to the side so that may hands can do some exploring of their own.
When she was human, how often did I wish that I could touch her skin in this way? Suddenly, I am able to caress every inch of her, first with my hands and then with my mouth, lingering over the soft curves of her breasts. Beneath me, her back arches in response. I know that she wants me.
"Please, please," she begs.
"All in good time, my love," I murmur. "All in good time. We've waited this long to consummate our love, what's a few more minutes?"
"I might explode in a few more minutes," she mewls. "Take me now!"
But I am now fascinated by the place where we will be joined. My fingers explore and I discover that I can have her breathless with pleasure as I move them in various ways. I bend down and kiss her there as she begins to writhe and squirm. Suddenly, her body is vibrating madly and suddenly she screams.
"Edward! Oh, God! Edward!" she cries out, as her body lurches backward, forward, and nearly upside down.
As she calms down, I smile at her victoriously. I have conquered her. But now it is my turn. This is the tricky part. I have been hard now for several minutes. She is wide open. Trying not to think too hard, I follow my animal instincts to find my way in. But there is no need to look. I feel her opening and slide in easily, a perfect connection. And I give myself over to the motion and rhythm as I thrust forward. At that first thrust, she gasps.
She meets my every thrust, following my rhythm and allowing me to set the pace. I know that I am pounding her hard by the gasps and cries of pain. I hope that it good pain because there is no turning back now. I pound until at last I lose my mind in a world of erotic ecstasy. I never thought that such excruciating delight was possible.
When I am spent I fall on her. She weaves her limbs through mine so that our bodies are entangled. I rest my cheek on her right shoulder and cup her left breast in my hand. As she catches her own breath, her fingers trace the planes of my face, my lips, my eyes, every inch of again and again in gentle circles. I can tell that she is thinking.
"Tell me the truth, Edward," she says hesitantly. "Have I pleased you?"
"You have given me pleasure beyond description," I reply. "I did not know my body was capable of feeling such things. In fact, I am beginning to think that I never knew my body at all. And you, love, how was it for you?"
"It was amazing," she says. "I had not imagined that such bliss even existed. When you entered me, I truly felt that we were one."
"Did I hurt you?" I ask. "I don't even know if it's the right question to ask. I'm sure that if you were human that you could not have survived. In this situation I do not think that I would have had the restraint. I just lost complete control."
"When you . . . before you . . . " she says shyly. "I lost control too. But when you entered me, there was pain. But it was brief. And then I couldn't feel you deeply enough inside if me. It makes me hunger for you again."
I smile down at her and then quickly flip onto my back so that she is on top. She giggles.
"I must get used to moving so quickly," she says, as she arches her neck.
My mouth begins to move again against the soft curve of her neck.
"Yet, in lovemaking," I say between kisses. "It is so much better to move slowly."
"We will never get hungry or need to sleep," she says. "We have no human needs to interrupt us. How will we ever stop?"
"That is not a problem that I wish to consider at this moment," I reply. "In fact, I really don't see it as a problem at all."
Her response is to pin my shoulders to the bed and straddle my body with her own. I am ready for her once again. As she lowers herself onto me, she groans in pleasure.
"You are so good," she says, as she begins to move.
From this position and with her superior strength, she is able to take control. I can tell that she likes it. Once again, I give myself over the the purely carnal pleasure of our lovemaking. She alternately picks up the pace and slows it down, teasing in her own way. I feel myself moaning beneath her. Now it is my turn to beg her to let me come.
"Oh, no," she says. "Now it's my turn. Don't worry. It will all be worth the wait."
I humor her for a few more minutes and then flip her on her back and establish a more intense pace. I hear no complaint from her. We collide over and over until we climax together, screaming each other's names. The sound of our bodies crashing together is loud and echoes off of the stone walls. I don't care if anyone else is listening. If anyone is spying on us, they can be jealous for all I care.
This time when I release her, I turn onto my back and pull her close into me. Once again she wraps herself around me like a vine. As I run my fingers down her body, she shivers.
"I will never get tired of this," she says, purring like a contented kitten.
"I don't think that I will ever be satisfied by you," I answer. "I will always want more. Do you think that you can handle that?"
"I think that can be arranged," she says and cuddles in closer.
I suppose if we were human, we would fall asleep. Or at the very least have to recover our strength. But I can feel my erection rising once again against her hip. She grabs me and laughs.
"You are mine!" she declares. "Body and soul."
"I don't have a soul," I answer into her hair. "And now neither do you."
Suddenly she releases me and looks down at me, her red eyes burning feverishly.
"Don't you ever say that again!" she says sharply. "What we feel for each other is more than physical. My desire for you comes from more than want to make love over and over. I can feel my soul reaching in towards yours. We are now one, both physically and spiritually."
"When you put it like that," I reply. "I can almost believe you."
"I will make you believe me!" she says imperiously.
And before I know it, we are entangled in one another again. My last thought before I submerge again beneath her spell is, at some point we are going to need to get dressed and face the outside world. But since we've essentially destroyed our clothes, what are we going to wear when we leave here?