Off The Road – Part II
The pain was long gone and forgotten. There was only the feeling of fullness and a rising sense of impatience. I tried moving beneath him and moaned when the slight movement created the most delicious friction. I wanted more.
Carlisle was all too happy to oblige my unspoken demand. His body began moving, his thick cock stretching me and tightening a new coil deep inside me. My head was thrown back again, my eyes fluttered shut. I was panting and writhing beneath him, and I loved every single second of it.
His name was like a litany on my lips. I didn't know why I was so desperate, or what I was desperate for, but I knew I could not last any longer without getting it.
Carlisle seemed beyond words himself, but his body did the speaking for him. His thrusts became deeper and faster, and his mouth was once again on my neck, finding the most sensitive patches of skin and sucking on them. I knew I would have multiple purple marks tomorrow, but I couldn't care less.
I wanted to bear his mark.
His hands held my hips as he rocked between my thighs. Each pass of his body inside mine was an aching pleasure, building a storm inside my body like nothing I have ever felt before. My breathing grew even shallower than before. My attention was suddenly centered between my legs, where his body was connected to mine.
I screamed his name and pulled his hair when his fingers brushed the skin just above the place we were connected. It was like having a jolt of pleasure shoot through my spine.
"You like that, my Bella?" he asked, his breath fanning over my neck.
All I could do was whimper in response.
"I think you do." His tone was breathless, but it held a note of satisfaction. He made another pass with his fingers, earning another moan of pleasure, and said, "Yes, I think you like that very much."
He lifted his head from my neck and commanded, "Look at me, Bella. Open your eyes, love."
I obeyed instantly.
My eyes grew wide and I shuddered in pleasure when he took one of my fingers between his lips and began to suck it, caressing the tip with his tongue. He pulled my finger out, and I could see and feel that it was slick with his saliva. He took another finger of mine and gave it the same treatment; all the while, his hips continued to rock between my legs, his thick and hard cock filling me to the brim, and I felt that coil tighten a little more.
He took my two wet fingers and began sliding them down my body. I looked at him with curiosity in my eyes and then with momentary shock when he placed my fingers on the same sensitive patch of skin between my legs.
The shock was quickly replaced with pleasure as he began to move my fingers with his. It felt so good.
"Yes, touch yourself, my Bella," he ordered.
I couldn't deny him. The sensation of our combined fingers on that place was too pleasurable. I felt the coil twist and pull and knew that I was on the edge of something wonderful.
"Come for me, my Bella," he ordered through gritted teeth, his fingers moving faster.
Seconds later, I was thrown over that illusive edge into a world of immense pleasure. I heard Carlisle growl and felt him stiffen, but I was too lost in my own peak to pay any attention to him. My body was overcome by spasms, and I heard myself mewl. There was a faint pang of pain in my neck that was gone a moment after appearing, replaced with a tingling sensation.
Carlisle was still inside me as the fog of the release slowly faded. It amazed me to feel that he was hard again so quickly. His head was buried in my neck, his tongue licking me, and he was purring very loudly.
As I gained more awareness, I heard myself purring just as loud.
He pulled himself up on his elbow, his body not leaving mine, and looked down at me with shining blue eyes.
I smile at him, my lips curving even before my conscious decision to do so.
There was still an odd tingling sensation on my neck, so I reached with my hand to feel what it was. I sensed a patch of slightly different texture on my skin, but I couldn't understand what it was.
"You bear my mark, now," he explained.
"Your mark?" I asked, bewildered. What kind of mark was he talking about?
He smiled at me, bringing his hand to my neck, and caressed the still-tingling skin. "Yes, my mark," he said. "Just as I now carry yours."
My eyes flew to his neck. There, where his neck met his shoulder, was a bite mark. It was already healed, but the scar was distinct. I gasped in shock.
"I bit you?" I whispered, my hand reaching over to touch his neck, my thoughts scattering. How did it heal so fast? Why did I bite him? When did I bite him? I had no conscious memory of doing so.
But there was also a strange sense of satisfaction in me that this man was now marked as mine.
"Just as I bit you, my love," he answered. He made a small movement with his body, and I suddenly became aware that he was still inside me, still very much hard, and that the small movement had ignited the hunger yet again. "It is perfectly natural to mark your mate, my Bella."
I decided that I would ask him more about it later, but at that moment, my body didn't want answers—my body wanted him. This time it was I the one who captured his mouth with mine. He didn't need any further encouragement, and his body began thrusting into me.
It was just as good the second time around as it was the first time, only now it was sans the pain. I was able to concentrate more this time, too, and hearing the sounds he was making was only added to my own pleasure. I reached my own release three times before he finally collapsed over me.
Panting, but amazingly satisfied, I let him turn us sideways and intertwine our legs together. I had so many questions swimming inside my mind, but I didn't want to spoil the moment, so I decided to keep my questions to myself for just a little longer.
"Let me take you home, my Bella," Carlisle whispered several moments later.
I lifted my head from his shoulders and looked into the blue pools of his eyes. "Home?" I asked. Was he tired of me already? Suddenly I felt hurt and on the verge of tears.
"Home, my love," he said gently. "I'm sure you have many questions, but I think that a shower would be in place. A shower I would be very happy to share with you," he added in a husky voice.
"Are you coming with me?" I asked, trying not to let the hope show in my tone.
"No," he said, and I felt my heart shatter for a moment before I heard the rest of his words, "you are coming with me." He chuckled when he saw relief flooding my face. "Did you really think that I would let you go, now that I have found you, my love?"
I had no answers, only more questions, and he seemed to understand.
"Let's get dressed and when we get home, I'll explain everything."
"Okay."
I allowed myself one more deep breath, inhaling his scent, before I let him go and got up.
Our clothes were in a terrible mess. My shirt was in pieces, and my panties were nowhere to be seen. I was searching for my pants when he picked up his shirt and handed it to me; it had survived, and I suspected that that was only because it was a button down shirt, which didn't require us to stop kissing in order to take it off.
I quickly pulled the shirt over. It carried his scent on it, and I found myself breathing deeper just to inhale it. I noticed he was smiling and averted my eyes, embarrassed.
Suddenly, he was in front of me, and his arms pulled my body flush against his half-naked form—he had found his slacks and they seemed mostly intact. "Don't be embarrassed," he whispered, his fingers lifting my chin. "Look at me."
I looked into his eyes; there was a feeling of gentleness in them.
"I like the way you smell, too."
I waited for the blush to cover my cheeks, but the warmth never came.
"And I really like having my scent all over you," he added in a whisper that made me shudder with pleasure.
"I like having your scent all over me as well," I whispered. It came out sounding more like a question because there was one behind it. Why did I like his scent so much?
"You are my mate, my Bella, as I am yours," he said simply. "Are you thirsty?"
It was a simple question, but I felt as though there was more meaning to it than that of the simple desire for water. "Not really," I answered truthfully.
He frowned.
"What?"
"It is…unusual for you not to be thirsty," he answered slowly. "Come on, I'll explain everything when we get home."
Carlisle gathered the rest of the tattered clothes, finding that my pants had not survived our lustful encounter, either, and gave me his hand. I took it without hesitation and felt an odd sense of wholeness wash over me.
We started walking, with him leading the way, and it wasn't long before we picked up the pace and began running. I expected the forest to turn into a blur and for me to begin panting, but neither happened. The forest was perfectly clear despite what felt like a very quick pace, and my lungs didn't protest against the rapid movement of my muscles. I was both curious and pleased to note that running felt no more laboring than walking.
I was so absorbed with the new revelations that I was surprised to find myself suddenly in front of a house. It looked like a country cottage, with the outside walls painted white and the roof dark gray. It was two stories high with a garage attached to the side. The driveway was paved, but I could see no highway near it, and there was no sound of cars passing by either. The house was surrounded by large evergreen trees and appeared almost hidden in their shadow.
I was stunned speechless. This was my fantasy house come to life.
Slowly, I let Carlisle lead me up the three stairs to the front porch. It was only then, when I felt the texture of the mat beneath my feet, that I realized I was barefoot. How could have I not notice this while we were running through the forest?
"I will explain everything after the shower, my Bella," Carlisle said as I continued to stare at my feet.
He turned the key and held the door open for me. I stepped inside and felt the smooth texture of the parquet beneath my feet. I was glad to see that there was no carpet on the floor; I was certain my feet were dirty and would have left ugly prints behind.
I only had enough time to note the wide-open space of the first floor before Carlisle rushed me up the stairs to the second floor and into a bathroom. I took notice that he didn't bother with turning on the lights and that I still saw everything with perfect clarity.
"I'll go get us a change of clothes," Carlisle said before disappearing through the door.
I examined the room around me. It was designed in clean, modern lines. There were two sinks in the middle of the gray countertop and a large mirror above them. Behind me, I found several shelves holding colorful folded towels and a dark blue robe hanging from the side.
There was a large bath in one corner of the room; actually, it was the largest one I had ever seen, and I thought that it must be capable of housing three or even four people comfortably. It looked like it would be perfect for a luxurious bubble bath, but right now I thought a simple shower would be more appropriate. I doubted I'd want to leave the comfort of the bubbles if I was to get in the bath, and I wanted to have my questions answered sooner rather than later.
I turned my eyes to the other side of the room and found a shower with sliding glass doors. It, too, seemed to be larger than usual. In fact, when I thought about it, the entire room was big enough to fit both my living room and my bedroom inside it, and there would still be room left.
The room even smelled pleasant, not like detergents and bleach as I might have expected, considering the clean state of it, but like sandalwood and chamomile. The scent wasn't overpowering, like a vanilla or cinnamon would have been; instead, it was gentle and easy on the senses.
I found a hamper next to the shelves and saw that there were several items of clothing inside it. They smelled strongly like Carlisle, and the shirt I was wearing quickly joined them.
I walked inside the shower and slid the glass door close before turning on the water. They weren't as cold as I would have expected them to, but they were not as warm as I would have liked, either. I played with the handles on the taps for a while until the water reached the right temperature, and then I stepped under the stream.
I didn't hear Carlisle coming back into the room because of the running water, and I didn't see him because my eyes were closed, but as soon as I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a body press onto mine from behind, I recognized him. Somehow, during the past few hours, his touch became familiar to me, instantly recognizable.
He kissed my shoulder and neck, and I leaned my head to the side to allow him access to as much skin as he wanted. The water was running over my breasts and his hands, which were already firmly cupping them. I felt as though he couldn't get enough of my breasts; his fingers refused to leave them even when he stopped kissing me.
I felt him pressing against my bottom, and the memories of the pleasure he had brought me earlier flashed behind my closed lids. I moaned and pressed myself back at him.
"Let me wash you first, my love. I want to worship your body," Carlisle murmured, his words sent shivers down my back.
"Yes…" I breathed.
He pulled me out of the water stream, and I opened my eyes to watch him. His body was absolutely marvelous. His chiseled chest ended with firm abs that trailed in an enticing V shape to his erect cock. I had a hard time tearing my gaze away from it, but I the desire to see his eyes was stronger. They were a darker shade of blue now, not cobalt anymore but almost purple in hue.
"You're beautiful," I blurted out, and once again, I waited for the warmth to flood my cheeks. It didn't.
"Not as beautiful as you."
I heard myself giggle at that and rolled my eyes at myself.
Carlisle reached out to the shelf to take a washing cloth and poured some soap on it. He began washing my body with reverence, and the shower was soon filled with the soap's delicate bamboo scent.
His hands were gentle as he lathered my body. He dedicated an amazing amount of time and attention to my breasts, and I decided that he was definitely a breasts man.
He kneeled before me and lifted my legs up, one at a time, to wash my feet; they were as dirty as I thought they would be.
Once he was done with my body, he moved on to washing my hair. Had we not made love just an hour ago, I would have said that having Carlisle wash my hair was the most sensual experience I had ever felt. Having known the pleasure he could bring with his body, I had to relegate it to second best.
I let my hands roam over his chest and shoulders while he was washing me, but he wouldn't allow me to venture any further. Every time I tried, he gently pulled my hands away, saying that all I needed to do was relax and enjoy and let him take care of me.
Once I was cleaned and washed, I opened my eyes and looked into his purple irises. "My turn," I purred and was awarded with a lazy smile.
"Indeed," Carlisle said and handed over the washcloth.
I took the same amount of care with his body as he did with mine. Washing him felt almost as intimate as making love to him. I had a chance to study every inch of his body like I hadn't in the woods, and I was completely engrossed in my task.
I returned the favor and washed his hair, although he had to bend forward a little for me to reach it, seeing as he had almost a foot over me in height. I heard his purr grow louder as I massaged his scalp. His eyes were closed, and his face was perfectly calm. Once again, I thought about how beautiful he was. My eyes paused on the bite mark he now sported at the base of his neck, and my chest was filled with satisfaction. This beautiful man is mine.
I was fully aroused by the time I finished washing him, and a glance down confirmed that he was in a similar state. When I looked back up, his eyes were smoldering.
"I think I promised to taste you," he purred.
I felt my breathing hitch for a moment before I smiled widely. "I think you did," I said, not really knowing where I found the confidence to be so bold.
He kept his eyes fixed on mine as he knelt down. His hands trailed along the sides of my body until they reached my bottom. When his face was at the same height as my core, he inhaled deeply, and I watched his eyes darken until they became a pair of sparkling onyx orbs.
"You smell absolutely delicious." His thick voice was enough to send shivers down my spine, but when his lips made contact with my skin, I was ready to scream.
My hands held his head, my fingers fisting in the wet tresses of his hair, as he pressed his mouth to the apex of my thighs and placed one of my legs on his shoulder, spreading me wide for him.
The texture of his tongue on my sensitive flesh was like nothing I had ever felt before. His long licks from my entrance to the bundle of nerves at the top were beginning to drive me crazy. I could hardly believe the wanton sounds that I was making as he literally drank me.
He slid one long digit inside me and then added another, curling them as he continued to lick and suck. I threw my head back in pleasure, bucking my hips forward and pressing his face closer with my hands. It felt so good. Every caress of his tongue, every pass his fingers made inside me were pulling me deeper into the flames of desire. That now-familiar coil was tightening again. This time I knew what was about to come, and while I enjoyed the path leading to the peak, I was impatient to reach it.
"That feels… so good…" I panted. His fingers were doing wonders inside me, sliding in and out, twisting and curling. He was driving me crazy.
"Yes, my Bella," he murmured with a very pleased note in his voice. "Let go, my love. Let me feel you come all over my fingers."
His words were adding fuel to the furnace already burning wildly inside me, and with another lick of his tongue, I soared, screaming his name as my body shattered into a million pieces.
I floated back to earth and found myself looking into Carlisle's beautiful face smiling gently at me.
"You look absolutely breathtaking when you're in the thrones of passion," he murmured.
I smiled back at him, feeling blissfully content to be wrapped in his arms. He leaned closer to kiss me, and my nipples instantly hardened beneath his chest. As his tongue invaded my mouth, I felt him lifting me and filling me with his body. I moaned, loving the feeling of being filled to the brim with him.
"You feel so good around my cock," he said in a thick voice between our kisses. "So tight."
His words had an amazing effect on my body. I never thought that hearing my partner talking dirty to me would bring me so much pleasure, but then again, I never had a partner before Carlisle.
It wasn't as slow as the previous times, in the forest. There was a desperate edge to his lovemaking as though he feared there wouldn't be another chance for him to do it. His thrusts were harder and deeper, but I didn't complain. I loved it. As rough as his movements were, his touch was still gentle, and he took care not to hurt me.
From the shower, we moved to his bedroom, where I had my first experience with fellatio. It felt amazing, the power that I wielded over him. Seeing him falling apart in my mouth was almost as good as feeling the same pleasure myself.
Even after spending hours making love to him—first in the forest, then in the shower, and finally in his bed—I wasn't the least bit tired. As I cuddled next to him, my head resting on his chest, the questions were coming back to me, and there was nothing to distract me from them this time. Because there was one very important thing that I had only just realized that was missing.
Carlisle had no heartbeat.
As that fact dawned upon me, I looked up at him, at the same time placing my hand over my own heart. Where only yesterday I could feel the pounding of my pulse, there was now absolute silence.
I felt panic rise inside me, and Carlisle's arms tightened around me.
"What are we?" I whispered; my voice was barely loud enough for him to hear.
"Vampires," he answered. His eyes were boring into mine, and I saw several emotions in the cobalt blue of his irises. It was a mix of fear, determination, and so much love that I felt all of my worries dissolve.
"Vampires," I repeated, tasting the word on my tongue. My mind began to race with thoughts, connecting the dots. The sweet scent of the man I saw earlier wasn't something he held—it was his blood. The strength, the better eyesight, the sharpened sense of smell, the lack of a heartbeat… Could it really be? Aren't vampires supposed to be nothing more than myth?
I gasped when another piece clicked into place, his name. Forever Dawn. Carlisle Cullen was the father of one of the main characters in the book. "Carlisle?" I called, "What is your last name?"
"Cullen," he said, and I gasped again, sitting up sharply.
"Forever Dawn?"
He sat up with me, holding my hands in his. "The author is someone whom I met several years ago."
"The author is a…vampire, too?" I still had trouble saying the word out loud. It sounded so ridiculous.
"Yes," Carlisle confirmed. "I met her about a century ago in a small town in Mississippi."
"Wait, a century ago?" I was shocked.
"I am three hundred and seventy-one years old."
"Three hundred and seventy-one…" I mouthed, trying to wrap my mind around that tidbit. I had suspected that he might be a little older than me, but not that much older.
"I was turned when I was twenty-three years old." He paused, waiting to see how I would react to that bit of information. I nodded for him to continue, twenty-three sounded much better than three hundred and seventy-one. "I met that certain vampire a century ago, but I never expected her to publish a book with my name in it."
I recalled several more facts from the book and was suddenly mortified. "Esme? Edward?" I couldn't bring myself to ask the full question. Had I just slept with a married man?
"No!" Carlisle almost yelled, once again instantly understanding my intention. "I have never been married in my life, my Bella. Nor did I ever turn anyone." He paused. "Until I met you."
"Me?" I felt anger rising inside me. How dare he do this to me? What gave him the right to, essentially, kill me?
"Please, love, let me explain."
I pulled my hands away from him and wrapped the sheet around me, suddenly feeling very much exposed. "You better start explaining," I growled.
"When I met you that day, I wasn't the only vampire in the forest," he said. "For some time now, I suspected that a nomad had invaded my territory, but it was only on that day that I saw him with my own eyes. He chased you, and when he caught up to you, he bit you on your wrist." He gestured at my left hand.
I turned my hand palm side up and noticed the very faint bite mark for the first time. "I didn't feel…" How could I not feel a bite like that?
"You might have felt nothing but a short pang of pain, but as soon as his venom touched your skin, it had the same effect as a mosquito bite—it relaxed your body and fooled it into not feeling the pain," he explained. "He ran off when he saw me, but I decided to see how you were instead of chasing after him. As soon as I touched your hand, I knew that I could not heal you." He hung his head in shame.
"Heal me?"
"I am a healer."
"You mean a doctor?" I remembered that the fictional Carlisle was a physician.
"No," he said gently, "I have the gift of healing. It is something that the author of the book had omitted from my fictional self. I can heal almost any injury, other than those caused by vampire venom. When I touched your hand, I could do no more than heal your scratched knees."
My anger evaporated. I remembered him touching my hand and the pleasant feeling of warmth and fuzziness that followed.
"The venom was already spreading through your system by then, but it wasn't changing you, it was slowly killing you."
I looked at him, puzzled.
"The nomad that bit you had injected a very small amount of venom into your blood stream. You would have suffered agonizing pain for several days before you would have gone insane and finally died."
I shuddered.
"The two choices I had were to either kill you to spare you the pain or bite you to turn you myself. I couldn't bring myself to kill you." The look in his eyes was pleading me to understand. "I knew that you were the other half of my soul, the one that I had spent over three centuries looking for. I couldn't lose you."
I couldn't stand the sadness that was etched into his features and taking place in his eyes. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a tight hug. "I can't stand seeing you sad," I murmured into his shoulder. "Please tell me what happened next. The last thing I remember from yesterday was meeting you," I asked, still holding him tightly.
"It was four days ago, my love," he corrected.
I pulled away from him just far enough to be able to look into his face. "Four days?"
"Yes. Once I realized that I couldn't heal you, I used my gift to lull you into a deep sleep and then bit into your wrist." He took my left hand from around his neck as he spoke. "This mark," he pointed at the scar on my wrist, "is actually mine as well. I didn't want you to have another man's mark on you."
I understood. Just the thought of having another woman's mark on his skin made anger flare in the pit of my stomach. I took a deep breath and banished the anger away. "What did you do then?"
"I took you back to the motel in Forks, where you already had a room rented. You had a receipt in your pocket," he said, answering my questioning gaze. "The transformation typically takes three days to complete, and it involves an immense amount of pain. During that time, you feel as though you are literally being burned alive."
I shivered.
"My gift, fortunately, proved useful," he said with satisfaction. "It allowed me to spare you most of the pain."
"I don't remember any pain, thank you." I did remember the weird dreams and the odd sensation of feeling very hot, but I had no recollection of pain.
"Don't thank me, my love." He shook his head. "I didn't do such a good job."
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"Using my gift as intensely as I was drained me. Two and a half days into your change, I decided to leave for a quick hunt. I was thinking that I could be back in an hour and that you wouldn't even realize I was gone. You were sleeping soundly at the time. It almost turned out to be a fatal mistake." He shook his head in a mixture of shame and self-loathing.
"Why?" I whispered the question, fear gripping me again.
"I ran into the nomad who attacked you while I was hunting, and that held me up longer than I had planned. Because of that, you woke up alone." He still looked ashamed, and now his eyes were filled with guilt.
"But I was fine," I protested, hating to see him feeling like that.
"I should have been there when you woke up, to tell you everything," he objected. "By the time I finally made my way back to you, you were already awake and well on your way toward killing an innocent man."
I didn't like thinking about the man outside the motel. I hated the knowledge that I would have killed him if Carlisle hadn't stopped me.
"When I saw you, I had to act quickly," Carlisle continued, "but once I was on top of you, I got…distracted." He smiled sheepishly.
I chuckled. "Distracted? Is that how they call it these days?" I teased him, happy to see the shame, guilt, and self-loathing gone.
"You must know that you are utterly irresistible, my love."
I rolled my eyes. "What happened to the nomad?"
"He's dead. You don't need to worry about him anymore."
"How?" I asked out of morbid curiosity.
Carlisle sighed. "The only way to kill a vampire is to tear it apart and burn down the pieces."
"So she got that one right," I mumbled under my breath, and he nodded. "But I see that she was wrong about the eyes…" I trailed off. The vampires in Forever Dawn had either yellow or red eyes; there was no mention of blue.
"She wasn't wrong. She just chose to change the facts to suit her story." Carlisle shrugged. "Our eyes do not change in the transformation from human to vampire. The only change is that they darken when we are thirsty…or lustful."
"Yes. I have noticed that one myself." I smiled. Another question came to my mind then. "Carlisle, you mentioned hunting. What do we hunt?" I looked at him nervously.
"Animals," he said, and I sighed in relief. I wasn't ready to accept becoming a murderer. "There are those who stick to the traditional way of feeding, true, but I chose otherwise a long time ago," he said. "The history of the fictional Carlisle is very similar to my own, other than the fact that I did not become a doctor."
"Can I ask why?"
"Of course you can, and you would not be the first one to question why I deny myself." He smiled gently at me, understanding exactly what I was asking. "I'll give you the same answer I gave the author a long time ago—I don't want to be a monster."
I smiled at his words. I remembered that they were used in the book as well.
"As you have experienced yourself, human blood is very tempting, but it isn't necessary to our survival. As long as I have a choice, I choose not to be a murderer."
I leaned into his body once again, allowing the sheet to fall from between us. The grim subject had spoiled my mood. I needed to feel Carlisle's touch again, to be comforted by him.
A moment later, I heard him begin to purr. "Why do we purr?" I had wanted to ask that question before, but at the time, I was a little preoccupied.
"It's a sign of contentment," he answered, continuing to purr. Apparently, speaking and purring at the same time was not a problem. "We only purr for our mates." He smiled down at me, his purr growing slightly louder.
"Mates as in soul-mates?"
"Yes." He appeared to be contemplating something, so I remained silent until he continued. "In human terms, a mate would be the equivalent of a spouse, but it wouldn't be a valid comparison."
"Why not?"
"While humans get married and divorced all the time, vampires mate for life. Once you find your mate, there will be no one else in the world that you would feel so complete with."
I understood without any further explanation. How could I not? I felt that sense of wholeness every time I touched him. Thinking back to our first meeting, I realized that there was something inside me—something very basic—that had recognized him as my own from the start. I nuzzled into his neck, felling my own purr vibrating in my chest.
I inhaled his scent and planted a small kiss over my bite mark. My purr got louder, my thoughts turning lustful again. Following this new line of thought, my hand trailed down his body. He was instantly hard between my fingers, ready for me.
"As much as I would love to devour you once more, my love..." Carlisle's voice was a little thicker than normal as he spoke, his words ending with a soft moan. I loved knowing that I had the same effect on him as he did on me. "I think we should hunt first."
I quickly removed my fingers, which were already wrapped around him and sliding up and down his flesh, and buried my face in his chest, thoroughly embarrassed. We spent the better part of our time together making love. How could I still want more?
Carlisle laughed. It was a rich laughter, coming from deep inside his chest. "There's no need to be embarrassed, my love. As vampires, we are very sexual creatures, and we never get tired…"
That did have a certain charm to it. "Never get tired, huh?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Never," he confirmed, but before I could take him up on his offer, he said, "but we do get thirsty, and I would like to get you fed." And then his eyes were dark again, holding promises of great pleasure. "I want your thirst sated so I could spend the next few days with you right here in this bed."
I felt my own lust rise again. "Just in the bed?" I asked in a playful tone, trying to avoid jumping his bones at that very moment.
"Well, there are a few more surfaces around the house that still need christening… I think I would be willing to compromise," he teased me right back. "Now get out of bed, and let's go hunting, before I drag you outside the way you are right now."
I laughed at his threat.
We would have forever together. There would be time for anything and everything that we might want to do. I looked into the sparkling blue eyes of my love and thought that taking the turn off the road on that day was the best decision I made in my entire life.
After all, it had led me to Carlisle.
The story was inspired by the clip for "River Flows in You [Remix]" by "Jasper Forks". The remix isn't all that impressive, but the story they chose to go with in the video sparked my imagination.
Thank you for reading,
Alley Cat.