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Sup ladies! Sorry for the delay. My internet decided to up and die, so I've been offline for nearly a week. It's been rather traumatizing to say the least. But, I'm back!
Thanks to Isabel for telling me what's lacking and keeping me true to these characters. Love you, woman!
And to my girl Mel…you keep on being the wall, my friend, and Bitey will continue to rub up against it. :D Love you!
And here is chapter four of Laid Bare. Just a warning...many many sexy times ahead...Enjoy!
***BPOV***
The air was stifling in my room. I had a thin layer of sweat spread across my body as a few loose strands of hair stuck to my damp forehead. Well at least I looked sick.
I was anything but.
Stay home from school tomorrow and I'll fuck you all day long.
The anticipation burned inside of me.
A cold tongue woke me from my sleep at 6:55 a.m. It started at my knee and ran up my inner thigh. It dragged across my wet slit and left too quickly, diving into my belly button before tracing the shape of each rib. I groaned so deeply, I probably sounded like a tortured soul.
But wasn't I?
He continued the trail of discovery with his tongue, running along the swell of my breasts and around the swollen peaks of my nipples. He never said a word, just kept his trembling hands planted firmly on my hips as he feasted upon my skin. I kept my eyes tightly closed, trying to remember that my father would be getting up in mere moments, and sound would carry loudly through the quiet early morning hours.
"Look at me," Edward whispered darkly, the vibrations of his deep tone sending chills to every surface of my body.
"No," I pleaded softly. "I'll cum the second your eyes meet mine."
"Look at me," he growled once more, his tongue on my throat and his solid cock pressed firmly against my thigh.
"No," I whimpered, my hand flying to my forehead. "I'll scream. Fuck, I'll scream so loud."
His fucking tongue did this to me. He completely owned my body.
He growled softly, his mouth leaving my neck and reattaching to my ear as his cool body slid over mine. I cried out in shock as my legs were suddenly pushed up and his cock was nestled securely between them. My eyes flew open to meet his, and I began shaking violently. His eyes were black and uninhibited. His breath left his lips in shaky and uneven sputters as he slowly slid his cock up and down my wet heat.
"Do you want this?" he questioned through tight lips.
I was so far gone. I had no way of knowing if this was even real. One minute I was dreaming about his cock, the next it was right where I fucking needed it most.
"Yes," I begged, not caring about the consequences it would bring. He dragged the shaft of his cock heavily along my slit, every inch of him bringing me an intense surge of pleasure throughout my entire body.
His mouth was mere centimeters from mine as his hips pushed against me with a steady, purposeful thrust. "You're going to cum all fucking day long, beloved."
"I'm going to cum now," I cried, tears threatening to fall from my eyes in the effort to hold onto it.
He pulled his cock away from my clit and jerked himself slowly against my entrance, his knuckles hitting my swollen skin with every stroke.
"You're going to cum when I say you can cum," he whispered viciously, his eyes full of sin. I sucked in a ragged breath as the head of his cock circled my entrance. He teased me relentlessly, and there was only so much more I could take. My trembling hands gripped the sides of his neck as the tears finally spilled from my eyes—I couldn't even begin to describe how desperately I needed him inside me in that moment.
"Bella."
My name on his lips was like an erotic melody, demanding me to succumb to his every need. I opened my eyes slowly, not even realizing that I had closed them again. He kissed me gently, his eyes staying focused on mine as he gauged my every response to him. "Bella," he repeated. My legs tightened against his hips at the sound of his voice.
I was hot, I couldn't breathe, every inch of my body was on fire…aching, begging, desperate to explode.
Edward's entire body began to shake violently as he thrust himself harder against my dripping pussy, but never entering me. Never giving in. He put more weight on my body, his hand slipping under my shoulder blades and holding me tighter. "Give it to me. Cum all over me, right fucking now," he groaned, his movements becoming chaotic and frenzied as I felt the heavy spurts of his liquid cover every inch of my throbbing pussy. The head of his cock slammed against my clit, and the world came crashing down around me. His mouth covered mine the moment my passionate screams broke from my lips. He swallowed them whole, his crazed groan pouring into my mouth as he stilled my flailing body against him. I came so fucking hard it hurt me. The pleasure ached inside of me like a raging inferno—I never wanted it to stop.
A string of incoherent whimpers fell from my lips as I tried to grasp reality, struggling not to literally become unhinged from the rampant waves of ecstacy that assaulted my body. I was going mad, the satisfaction he inflicted upon me was just too fucking good to be true.
My thighs trembled around him as his hips jerked into me randomly, slowly coming down from our shared euphoria. I heard Charlie's bedroom door open and the bathroom door slam as the shower turned on.
Holy fuck.
Edward climbed off of me slowly, and I couldn't even sit up with him. I lay in bed like a pile of mush…unable to move or think or even breathe. It all started from a small stroke of his tongue. This feeling would never cease to amaze me. I watched lazily as he slid on his black boxer briefs and his black jeans. I threw my leg across his lap, the only energy I could exert into getting him to stay. I was just fucking spent, there was no other way around it.
He chuckled, lifting my leg and kissing the top of my foot before looking over his shoulder and smiling crookedly. Christ, that emo boy and his magical fucking face would be the death of me.
Don't even get me started on the wonder-cock. Vampire be damned—there was only one thing unworldly about Edward Cullen, and that was his ability to make me cum like a wild fucking banshee.
He stood and threw his t-shirt on, my mouth forming a pout as the soft trail of hair beneath his belly button disappeared before me. It should have been illegal for him to wear clothes…he was absolutely breathtaking. He crawled over me on the bed, his hair falling against my forehead as his nose pressed against mine. His smile was genuine, his eyes were dancing. I started to believe that I was changing him, and I prayed that was what he truly wanted. "I can't move," I whispered, a giddy chuckle escaping my lips.
He continued to smile as he gathered my hair in his hands and laid it above my head, allowing him access to my neck. "You're bite is almost healed," he murmured softly against my skin. "We'll have to remedy that today."
I took his hand and ran it down my body until it rested on my inner thigh. "Isn't there a major artery right here?" I breathed, smiling as I felt his fingers tapping a steady rhythm against the very vein I was speaking of.
"You want me to take you right here?" He whispered intently, his fingers massaging my skin hungrily.
"Yes."
He grabbed my hand and brought it to the bulge in his pants. "And where do you want this?" He kissed my neck as his fingers traveled to the ultra-sensitive skin between my legs. "Here?"
"Yes," I cried softly.
His fingers slid lower, gently tracing my ass as he watched my expression closely. "Here?" His voice was barely a whisper.
I'd never even thought about it before, but there was no question to what I would do for him. "Yes," I breathed, my eyes closing as his mouth captured my lips passionately.
His hand slid up my stomach and between my breasts before resting over my rapidly beating heart. "You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?" he murmured, the tone of his voice full of veneration.
I swallowed thickly as his eye contact began to overwhelm me once more. "Anything."
He sighed deeply and leaned down to kiss my ear. "Good girl," he whispered, his tongue flicking my earlobe before he lifted himself up and climbed off of my bed. He walked towards my window and raised it inaudibly before taking one last long look at me. He shook his head and was hovering back over me before I even had time to blink. I giggled, which was fucked up because I didn't giggle unless I was faking it. "One more taste," he whispered, his tongue entering my mouth and dragging along mine in a slow, lazy pattern. I groaned as he broke our kiss, placing one more chaste kiss on my lips. "I'll return in about an hour, once the coast is clear," he said softly.
I nodded and gripped his t-shirt tighter, not wanting him to leave even for this short amount of time. He stared at me ardently, and I knew he was aware of my dismay. He leaned down and kissed my nipple before pressing his lips to my ear. "This day is ours…I won't leave you again once your father departs." He kissed my neck as my arms tightened around his. "Soon, beloved," he whispered, his cool breath causing goose bumps to rise along my skin as his hand slid down my body and rested on my hip. "And don't you dare shower while I'm gone. I want you smelling like me when I return." The next moment he vanished, my curtains flapping in the breeze and a heavy sensation of loneliness creeping up my spine.
I smiled widely and stretched my arms over my head. "Good morning, Bella," I chuckled softly.
***EPOV***
I leaned against my faithful fallen tree and let out a large huff. If it were possible for me to be exhausted, now would be the time. I used to curse the days. Frustrated and angered that morning would turn to night and never seemed to relent in its consistency. Over and over, a new day would rear its ugly head, never granting me a moment of respite or escape from this meaningless world.
Now there weren't enough hours in the day. Weren't enough moments to touch her body. Not enough minutes spent speaking her name and basking in the scent of my very salvation. Not enough time to watch her tremble from my touch. Would I ever be fully satisfied?
On the contrary, I suspected that I would be entirely satisfied….and soon.
I closed my eyes and replayed the last 24 hours in my over-stimulated mind. I had experienced more emotions in one day than I had in my entire lifetime. Fear of losing her after I broke my first promise made. Unfamiliar sentiment as we gave into our primal urges in the auditorium. Longing for her in the few hours we were apart. Anger at the disgusting dog that Bella associated herself with. And then…nothing but pure wonder.
I came through her window last night the moment I heard her father fall into a deep sleep on the sofa. After the rage I experienced at her "friend", I needed something to calm me. I needed her, and as selfish as it was, I needed her to show me that I was the only one she wanted. She was curled up on the floor next to her window, captivated in a book that I didn't recognize. She was beautiful. I felt my dead heart clench again, and was beginning to wonder the true meaning of its reaction to her.
A soft sigh of surprise left her mouth as she rose to greet me. Her face was peaceful and happy. She looked so joyous to see me. I would never understand it, but would thank any higher power I could for her adulation. I was worried she'd be upset over the actions of Jacob, not to mention the state in which he arrived on her doorstep. His transformation had begun, and this would not bode well for Bella and I. Her brown eyes gazed up at me, and I could no longer allow myself to be dragged down by the potential actions of a pack of shape-shifters. Not when her heart was racing for me, and her eyes were shining in all their glory. She would have my full attention—for eternity, if she so desired.
She took my hand and pressed it to her heated cheek, closing her eyes and sighing at my touch. My frozen heart clenched once more…it may as well stay puckered every second I was in this girl's presence. Her fingers intertwined with mine as she pulled me towards her bedroom door. I once again cursed my inability to read her thoughts as she dragged me along. I knew I could discuss it with Carlisle, but I hadn't been home since Alice and I had our conversation. I'd just as well live on the fallen tree outside Bella's window, as no other place would bring me more comfort than that very spot-apart from her chambers, of course.
"Where are we going?" I whispered softly, not wanting to chance stirring her father.
She peeked out her bedroom door and listened for the grumbling sound of his snoring. She turned her head to face me and smiled. "He's dead to the world. Come on."
She pulled me into the small bathroom and lit four large candles that were set around the bathtub. I admired the curve of her backside as she turned the water on and the tub began filling. I couldn't stop myself from walking up behind her and holding her hips against me. She straightened out and leaned back against my chest, the top of her head resting against my chin as she sighed deeply. "What is this?" I whispered, my hands coming around to lower the zipper of her sweatshirt.
Her hands went to my wrists as she rested her entire weight on my chest. "I just thought it would be less…messy…if we did this here."
I slid the sweatshirt off of her shoulders and gripped the fabric of her tank top in my fists as I chuckled softly. "Bella, do you honestly believe I would waste a single drop of your blood? I would never allow myself the displeasure." My hands slid under her tank top and I pulled it over her head, moaning when my palms came into contact with her erect nipples. She turned to face me and my eyes devoured her bare skin for the second time in one day. This time her shirt wasn't awkwardly raised above her chest….every inch of her upper body was exposed to me, and she was absolutely radiant.
"My eyes are up here, vamp boy," she said in a snarky, soft tone.
My eyebrows raised and my lips parted in surprise as she looked at me with a quirked brow. I took a step closer and dragged my fingertips along her bare back, my eyes burning into hers. "Is that all you wish me to do tonight…gaze into your eyes?" I questioned, my voice cracking as I leaned in closer to her lips.
Her playful expression disappeared as she stared at me intently. "No," she whispered, pulling up my t-shirt and lifting it over my head. "I want you to touch every inch of my skin tonight, because when you take me…when you finally make me yours…I want you to know me so well that there will never be a doubt in your mind who this body belongs to."
My hands tightened on her hips as she declared herself to me. I felt the monster inside of me begging for its release. Pleading with me to take her in the animalistic way that would be sure to injure the only person who mattered. Bella. She was my purpose. Fuck, she said such things to tempt me! She offered herself to me, knowing just as well as I that there could be no other way. I slid her pajama pants off of her hips and was met with silky soft skin. I swallowed heavily and told the monster inside to go to hell. Nothing would jeopardize the well-being of my Bella. The girl who so willingly accepted me…who understood and shared this indescribable need just as well as I. Nothing or no one would take her from me, especially the demons inside myself. "Bella." I whispered her name as she stepped out of her pants and unbuttoned my jeans.
Like worshipping at a sacred altar, I dropped to my knees. I pressed my face into her stomach and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me….struggling to pull her right inside of me. I tasted the salty flavor of her abdomen, slightly sticky and heaving as her breaths escaped her rapidly. Her fingers tangled in my hair as my hands ran along her delicate spine, acknowledging how easily it could be snapped by my hand, and positive that I would never let it come to pass. I've never had more control than in that moment. Her body was something to be revered. She was mine. I would never hurt her.
I placed one more kiss to her stomach and sat back on my heels, studying every inch of her skin adamantly. My finger pushed against the mole above her hipbone. I traced the line where the soft hair between her legs began, following its trail until it disappeared. I turned her around and explored her back, my hands memorizing every muscle and every crevice. I caressed the curve of her ass and down past her thighs, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the soft skin. My hands slid around to her front, fingers splayed across her ribcage as I rested my cheek on her lower back. My eyes drifted closed and peace washed over my body. I was calm and at ease—for the first time in my existence.
I opened my eyes when I felt Bella bend to turn the water off. She squeezed my hands in a silent plea for me to join her. I was reluctant to move from my magnificent resting spot. I finished disrobing and took her hand as she stepped inside the steaming bath. I crawled in behind her, a soft groan sounding from my lips at the soothing warm water and the slippery feel of her skin against my own. The night continued as such. Our wet hands sliding along every surface of our bodies—learning, memorizing, owning. A silent, powerful conversation transpiring between us, much like our first night together at her window. I never did taste her as we comingled in the bath, because the exploration of her body was so much more tempting than even her delicious crimson liquid. That, and I so desperately wanted to drink from her when my cock was buried deep inside of her. Tomorrow. I was losing my virginity tomorrow, and my nerves were not even present. How could something so right ever go wrong?
We shared nothing but soft kisses and gentle embraces, until she turned around and straddled me in the bath. Her hair was in a messy bun at the top of her head. Her cheeks flushed from the heat of the water. I nearly took her right there. Instead I pleaded with her to let me bring her pleasure. The look on her face when she came had been so prominent in my mind, even more so when it was by my hand. My fingers slid between her legs reverently, my carnal urges buried for the moment underneath the joy her shining eyes brought me. She reached down to touch me and I refused her, imploring her to let me take a moment that was dedicated entirely to her. It meant more to me than any throb or twitch of my body. She came with a heavy and intense little squeak, her arms squeezing my neck as her thighs clenched around my hips and her walls captured my fingers inside her glorious heat. A cry fell from my lips as her pleasure surrounded me—such a perfect moment had never existed before, and I suddenly wondered how an empty shell of a being could feel so exuberant and alive. She did this to me.
When the water turned cool, we rose from the tub and drained it of its contents. We wrapped in towels, gathering our clothing and slipping into her bedroom. Her father was none the wiser as he slumbered on in the lower level of the house. Once in the darkness of her room, I began to dress and she stopped me. "I need to be bare with you."
Her words meant so much more than flesh to flesh, and I understood completely. She was asking for naked bodies, unguarded minds, and entire hearts. I felt alarmed every time the word 'heart' entered my thoughts. I had no idea of what to do with it. We crawled into her bed, bodies pressed tightly together as we admired each other in the soft glow of the moonlight. With a kiss to my chest, she finally asked the question I was waiting for. "Why won't you let me put my mouth on you?"
I looked down at her and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Are you sure you want to know?" She nodded and I continued, terrified of how she would react to my horrific behavior. "A few decades ago, I attempted that very sexual act with a human woman. When her lips wrapped around me, I lost control and I…I snapped her neck. I killed her."
Bella's expression was neutral as she continued her questioning. "How many people have you killed?"
"One," I whispered shamefully.
"How many women have you been with?"
I was silent. Another question I was dreading. "I haven't been with any. I've already told you, Bella. You're the only thing in this world I've ever desired."
"You must have wanted the woman who attempted to blow you," she whispered, her eyes glued to my chest as her fingers twisted in the soft hair that covered it.
I stroked her cheek and lifted her face to look at me. "Of course I've had sexual urges, Bella. There's still a man somewhere inside of me. But she was nothing to me. Just a curiosity I was eager to have filled. I didn't want her. I didn't need her in the way I need you." Bella's eyes softened and I continued. "I feel so much remorse over taking her life for my petty needs and foolish actions. Murdering her will haunt me until the day I'm granted leave of this earth, but I won't romanticize the situation. I used her, and I killed her. Is this the kind of being you want to associate yourself with?" I whispered, my eyes breaking from hers and refocusing on the ceiling above.
She crawled up my torso and placed her hands on either side of my neck. Her expression was fierce as she spoke. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes burning into mine. "You are good….and I know you think you're not, but you are. And you are worthy, Edward Cullen. You are worthy of family, and happiness and fucking life. When will you realize it?"
I pushed the hair out of her face and ran my hand down her back, holding her tightly in place, never wanting her to leave the spot again. "If I ever deem myself worthy of those things Bella, you will be solely responsible for it. Of all the things you've given me in these few days together, beloved, the most prominent is hope. You've given me hope."
She clung to my chest and I felt her warm tears drip onto my skin. I knew deep inside that we were both changing with every moment we spent together. We gave each other the components we were missing. She gave me humanity, and I gave her the knowledge of where she belonged.
She fell asleep in my arms as I gazed at the ceiling, reveling in the warm, slumbering miracle covering my body, and struggling to come to terms with each new emotion she evoked inside of me.
She would sigh contently every so often amongst her steady breaths. My eyes never left her body, my hands never stopped touching her skin. By 6:55 a.m., I couldn't take it another minute. She'd been calling for me all night, clutching herself tightly against me…and I needed her. I wouldn't wait another moment.
I woke her up with my tongue on her skin, knowing full well I couldn't penetrate her while her father was in the house. I buried myself between her legs, never entering her but allowing myself a taste of what was to come. We both came silently, intensely, and the quiet moments after our release had made me feel so calm, it was very nearly impossible to leave her.
She told me she'd do anything for me…absolutely anything. I knew right then and there that this human girl was mine to keep, mine to protect, mine to worship. We were involved in something so far beyond our control, so far beyond our comprehension that it was nearly frightening. All we could do was hang on tightly as we traveled blindly into this magnificent, uncharted territory.
Bella's voice from inside the house broke me from my confusing and brilliant memories.
"I think I just need to sleep it off, Daddy," she said, her voice raspy and pathetic. I smiled at her acting skills. I would be shocked if he actually believed her, but he did buy the good girl act. Part of me wondered if Charlie knew more than Bella was aware of.
"Well, maybe you should go to the doctor, kiddo. I've heard some great things about that new Dr. Cullen." I grinned widely as Bella's heart rate increased appealingly.
"Maybe tomorrow, if I'm still feeling sick. I just need to get back to bed, Daddy. My head is pounding and I really need to sleep," she whined.
…sure she's all caught up on homework anyway. Might as well let her rest…
Her father's thoughts drifted into my psyche and I knew we were in the clear. Chief Swan called the school and finished getting ready for work, taking an excruciatingly long time. The second his police cruiser disappeared around the corner, I was sliding through her inviting window.
***BPOV***
I knew it was stupid to be worrying about what to wear when hopefully he'd just be ripping it off of me anyway. But still, I wanted to look nice for him. Finally I gave up and just threw on a pair of black lace boy shorts with a matching tank. I stood in front of my full length mirror and took a good hard look at myself.
I was barely recognizable.
My finger ran along the lace at the top of my tank top before drifting along my stomach and tracing the sliver of exposed skin at the bottom. I took a good look at my eyes, wondering at what moment they became so vibrant and satisfied. And my mouth…when did it begin to turn up and smile like this?
Golden eyes.
He did this to me.
My heart began beating rapidly and my eyes jerked from my mirror image into the reflection behind me, showing me the pale and radiant boy standing in front of my window. His lips were pursed. His eyes poured hungrily over my body. His hands twitched at his side. I blinked and he was behind me, fingers splayed across my stomach and lips attached to my shoulder. He looked up at us in the mirror from underneath his lashes, his eyes focusing on his fingers as they curled against my skin and pulled me tighter against him. He looked amazed as he stared at us intently.
I rested my head against his chin, my eyes closing at the overwhelming sight of us. We looked fucking perfect together. He let out a deep exhale and my eyes opened to meet his in the mirror, his chest rising and falling rapidly against my back. "Look," he whispered, his cool breath fanning along my neck and causing me to moan audibly.
My trembling hand lifted from my side and covered his hand on my stomach, our fingers interlacing as he groaned softly behind me. "What do you see?" he murmured gently. My fingers tightened around his as I struggled to breathe, struggled to stay upright at the sheer intensity of this moment. Before I could answer, he walked us forward urgently, our joined hands slamming against the mirror as his arm wrapped around my waist. "Tell me," he pleaded, his lips against my ear as our eyes enveloped each other in the mirror. "Tell me what you see."
I swallowed thickly as the erratic breaths poured from my lips. The longer I stared at his ravenous expression, the more difficult it was for me to contain myself. I was losing control. "I see fucking everything. I see sex, and blood, and pain and life…I see the fucking meaning. Fuck, Edward, I can't explain-" I drifted off in the middle of my desperate rambling, unable to describe something that surpassed all words and definition.
He shushed me softly, his chest heaving as his eyes continued to smolder into mine. Slowly his hand began to drift lower as he spoke. "Do you want to know what I see?" he hissed in a haunting tone. I whimpered in response as his hand drifted to the waistband of my underwear, and he continued. "I see a monster who wants to tear your flesh, crossed with a man who wants to worship the ground you walk and the air you breathe." His cool fingers slid underneath lace and spread my wet pussy, diving in to feel the affect he had on me.
"Please, please, please, please," I mumbled incoherently, my eyes fluttering closed as I lay my head against his neck. His fingers curled inside of me and I cried out sharply as he continued. "I see the meaning as well, beloved. In those fucking endless brown eyes of yours." He leaned us closer to the mirror as his tongue dragged along my jaw line. "I won't hurt you, but I'm gonna pound that sweet little pussy until you lose your fucking mind. Until you scream in rapture, Bella….tell me you want it," he demanded, his fingers pulling at my underwear and ripping them from my skin with one snap of fabric.
My eyes fell heavy as I watched him release my hand on the mirror and rip the shirt over his head. I felt another wave of wetness cover his frantic fingers at the feel of his hard chest against my back. His hand covered mine again, fingers squeezing and pushing as I thrust my hips against the other. "I want it," I begged, my ass grinding fervently against his engorged cock. "Fuck me right here. I want to see my blood on your lips. I need you to fucking take me, Edward. Don't stop….just fuck me now…I can't wait anymore," I groaned, my need ready to overtake me once and for all. His lip curled and his eyes narrowed as a deep growl reverberated through his chest and right inside of me. My tank top was torn from my skin a second later.
At a torturously slow pace, he dragged his hand from between my legs, drawing a trail of shiny wetness from my swollen mound to the curve of my hip. His arm came up around my neck and trapped me against him as he buried his fingers in his mouth. His eyes closed at my taste, my hand snaking around and tugging frantically at the catch of his jeans. His wet fingers captured my wrist and slid it down to cup him as he popped the button I was working so desperately at relieving. He slid his jeans off of his waist and kicked the remainder of his clothing away as my hand replaced denim with cold, hard flesh.
We stood naked in the mirror, our pale skin pushed together in need and absolution. Our eyes devoured each other as he snaked one arm around my waist and lifted me. My hand immediately reached behind me to wrap around his neck and I gasped as I felt him guide the tip of his swollen cock precariously close to where it was meant to be. Our fingers tangled against the mirror as I held on for dear life, the anticipation of his cock nearly rendering me unconscious. He ran his tongue along my bite mark and his grip was firm, nearly painful against my hip. "You'll tell me if I hurt you…and you'll cum the fucking second my teeth break your skin."
And with that he slid inside me, cool and solid and home. My legs scrambled to grip his upper thighs tighter, my ankles holding firmly and my heels digging into hard skin. I laid my head on the mirror in an attempt not to perish from the feel of being entirely complete. He slid out of me slowly and slammed back in, the head of his cock crashing against my barrier and sending my body into a quivering mass of pure need. "Open your eyes," he demanded in a strained voice, his mouth hovering over the flushed skin of my neck. His thrusts became hard and purposeful as he crushed me against the mirror, the cold surface making my nipples painfully hard. His hand slid from my waist and cupped my breast, his fingers pulling and squeezing my skin as he slammed my hips against the glass.
I groaned at the slap of our skin and the sound of our sloppy wetness giving and taking. There was only one thing that was missing. I pulled his hair roughly and urged his lips against my neck. "Now," I whimpered. "Right now."
A sharp snarl broke from his lips and his eyes flashed in rapture as his teeth tore through my delicate flesh. I screamed and clenched around his dick, my orgasm assaulting my body with one unforgiving wave of raw, unadulterated pleasure. I fell apart around him, my arms and legs falling limp as he crushed my back against his chest. His tortured cry sounded against my skin as he carried me to the bed, my face falling into my pillow as his cock slammed me into the bed. He was massive inside of me, stretching and molding me into his perfect sheath. We were created for existing inside each other, there was no doubt any longer.
His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my chest—it ached and yet it wasn't hard enough. I wanted more. I wanted him to ravage me until my skin was torn to pieces and my bones were withered to dust. I wanted him to fuck me until I didn't exist any longer. Into obliteration. It would never be fucking hard enough.
My cries were ravenous, my body spasming and jerking as he pounded my swollen pussy just like he promised. I gave and gave as he lapped every drop of blood from my neck and covered his cock with my hot juices. I wanted him to take more. His teeth sank farther inside of me as I moaned loudly, his cock swollen and pulsing as he shot his release inside of me. His cries were guttural and wild as he pulled me tighter against him, my body squeezed painfully and not close enough to his.
His cool breath relieved my smoldering skin as he soothed my shredded neck with his tongue. I groaned intensely as I let the numbing sensation creep deeply between my legs and spread across my neck. His fluids left me tingling, aching, writhing for more. He slid out of me slowly, a painful groan escaping his lips as he disconnected from me. His hands were gentle as he slowly turned me over and settled between my legs.
His face wore as many emotions as the first night he gazed at me in my window sill. My wobbly hand rose to stroke his chiseled jaw and he gently rubbed my nipple with his thumb. I gasped as I felt him harden against my inner thigh, his hips moving slowly as his eyes narrowed in pleasure. "Give me more," I pleaded breathlessly, my fingers sliding from his jaw to his plump bottom lip. I swept my finger against his crimson stained flesh, capturing a smear of blood and bringing it to my lips.
With a throaty moan, he plunged back inside of me. His expression was painful. "I'm hurting you," he choked, his eyes clasping in regret and horror. I gripped his hair and pulled him to me, our lips twisting and gasping for air and life. "It's not enough," I whispered against his mouth, my hips lifting off of the bed to bring him deeper inside of me. I swallowed thickly at the taste of copper and salt on his lips. I liked it…it terrified me.
He moved in me gently, his hips swiveling and eyes anxious as we disappeared into each other. "Relax," I whispered, my fingernails fighting to dig into his lower back as I sank into the feeling of his throbbing cock pumping gracefully against my sensitive walls. What once was frenzied and needful was now slow and curious—we reveled in the feel of our bodies, swollen and wet and together.
I felt a warm trickle along the side of my neck and he immediately dove for it, sucking it into his mouth and groaning in the way someone fully satiated would. His hips became forceful against mine as a soft growl rumbled in his throat. "Tell me to stop," he begged, his hands sliding around my lower back and holding me tightly to him. It was too tight, but it pained me to tell him so…I needed it just as badly as he.
"Don't stop," I whispered, gripping his biceps securely as I exhaled deeply in pleasure. "Just feel me, Edward. You'll know when it's too much." I opened my eyes slowly and gasped when they met his. They were so different...they were…fucking beautiful. I reached up and traced the skin underneath his eyes. "Did I do this?" I murmured breathlessly. "Your eyes, they're amazing." I stared relentlessly, mesmerized by the speckles of red amongst honey and gold. He was breathtaking, even when I thought he had reached his limit. I felt tears welling up in my eyes—I was a part of him now. I was deep in his eyes, buried in his body, running through his veins. I was a part of him.
"Bella."
His wavering voice broke me from my reverie. His fingertips traced my cheekbones and ghosted over my lips before splaying over my frenzied heart. "Just stay with me, Bella. Stay with me, because I will fucking destroy myself if I cause you any harm. Stay with me."
I slid my hands up his back and grabbed two handfuls of hair, pulling him down to me and tasting my blood on his tongue. "I'm here," I whispered against his lips. "Talk to me, Edward. Tell me what you feel."
"You're so warm," he groaned, crashing his forehead against mine. "I'm burning inside you and I need it…fuck, I need it too much."
He pushed his head harder against mine and I winced, running my fingertips along his temple. "Easy," I soothed, urging him to lift his forehead from mine. His frantic eyes met mine, like he was desperate to make sure I was okay. "I'm fine. Just….God…keep fucking me, just like this," I moaned, clawing at his back in a frenzied attempt to get him closer, and knowing if he did, my body would be crushed into nothing. I realized this would be the sweet torture of giving myself to him…never knowing what it felt like for him fully let go. I couldn't think about it now. I just wanted to close my eyes and feel the coolness of his body sliding inside me, gliding on top of me, squeezing me tightly. He soothed me to the very depths of my soul. I groaned unevenly as he placed soft kisses on my bite over and over, shaking as the tingling sensation of his venom spread across my body. This was the closest to heaven I'd ever get…and probably the closest to hell, but it didn't matter anymore.
I listened to the steady breathing of the boy, the man, the monster above me, fighting with himself in order to keep me safe. Forfeiting to his conscience in his need for me. Nothing made sense…fucking nothing did. I needed him like the sky needed the sun and the moon needed the stars. The realization was horrifying. It was life-altering. I began trembling violently against him, a deep sob building in my chest and threatening to burst its way through. I didn't know myself anymore. I don't cry like this, I didn't fucking feel with this intensity and smolder with this life. But if I didn't know me anymore, then why was I alive for the first time? Why did I feel more comfortable in my own skin than I ever had before? Why did I look at my body in the mirror and feel like I was beautiful? Why was this happening to me?
He looked into my eyes, hand sliding down my arm and pushing our palms flat together as I felt him throb inside of me with each careful stroke. He looked down across my quaking body, his eyes hardening in fear. "Talk to me." He looked surprised at the words that fell from his lips. My nails pushed against his back, hard enough to shred human skin…thank God he was immortal…thank God he was mine.
"I—" My hand flew to my forehead as I struggled to find the words. "I will never survive if you leave me."
He slid his other hand down my arm, bringing both or our palms flat together as he stared at me…really stared at me. "I'm bound so tightly, beloved," he whispered deeply.
I let free the relentless sob, curling my fingers in-between his and begging, pleading with him to fill me with his cum. I wanted more, I wanted it all. I wanted every part of him.
His arms slid beneath my lower back, wrapping around themselves and clamping my body tightly to his solid form as I felt him twitch and fill me with cool, tingling spurts. Our foreheads pressed firmly together as our cries poured into each other's mouths-they were desperate. They were tortured. They were enamored. What would I do now? What would I do when the thought of him not touching me felt like the end of the world? What the fuck would I do now?
I don't know how long he held me like that. Buried inside me, arms wrapped around my waist, face burrowed in my neck. Neither one of us moved. We just felt…we tried to understand what to do, how to bear it.
Finally, when the sun painted the walls a deeper shade of orange, he slowly climbed off of me and fell to my side. He rolled me against him, running his fingers from my shoulder, to my back, across my hip and down my thigh, repeating the pattern for hours as our eyes told stories that our voices were unable to.
I finally spoke the question that was replaying in my mind over and over again. "What will we do now?"
He picked up my hand and ran his tongue slowly across my wrist as he stared at me thoughtfully. He rolled closer and pressed his lips to mine. "I don't know how to feel, Bella. Do you understand that? The twists in my stomach and the clench of my frozen heart, I'm unable to comprehend what it means. I owe you so much more than this feeble explanation, but I'm unsure. I've never done this. I've never cared."
My heart rate picked up at the words that sounded faintly like rejection. Rejection that would end me…and so very quickly. I started to panic and he placed his hand over my heart.
"I can only tell you what I know," he said softly, eyes running rapidly across my face. "And I know that this…" he trailed off, running his fingers between my breasts and down my stomach. "…is something I can never do without. Something that I will murder for, beloved. Listen to me," he growled, leaning further over me and burning his gaze into mine. "I don't know how to give a heart, or how to touch a soul. I only know that your well-being is more vital than this wretched world or any of its occupants. I only know that I will be with you every moment I'm able to, because there's no other way. We were made to exist together, Bella…I don't know why."
I blinked back my tears and held his neck tightly. "It's enough for now," I said forcefully before softening my tone. "Okay? It's enough for now."
We held on tightly until my human habits could no longer be ignored. I felt nauseous as I walked to the bathroom, empty without his skin and his pale fingers and golden eyes speckled in crimson. But something else overshadowed it all…a strange sense of euphoria. This wasn't easy, nor did it make an ounce of fucking sense, but Christ, it was pretty God damn amazing. And what kind of an idiot would I be if I got all angsty about finding a person who made me feel this way? 90% of the female population ended up with the Mike Newton's of the world. And I had an Edward Cullen. Who could ever bitch about that?
I walked back to my room leisurely, a small smile playing on my lips as I took in the beautiful creature on my bed. His strong forearm was thrown over his face, one leg bent at the knee while his ever prominent erection lay back on his chiseled stomach. He was art…he was fucking magnificent.
When I entered the threshold of my room, he turned to me in a blur and sat on the edge of my bed, watching my every move. His brows pulled together and a strangled groan left is lips as I approached him.
My smile faded.
***EPOV***
Why would she let me do this to her?
I just couldn't control my mind or my actions any longer. I had no idea what was going on inside me, and it was nearly driving me mad. When I entered her room, I was an animal. An animal ready to pounce and take and own. It was urgent and desperate in the way I claimed her, delicate body crushed against glass as I slid inside her and lost myself in the sensation of my first taste of heaven. Our eyes never left each other's in the mirror, and I watched in fascination as she writhed for me and moaned for me and came for me.
I took the heat from her body and brought it inside myself. She made me feel human…like maybe I could one day sort the mess of contradictions inside myself and be what she needed. The feeling of her clenching my cock, knowing that a part of me was inside her…what more could I ask for, now that I knew what life could be?
I took her blood.
I took substantially more than I had before. I watched her reflection as the pink left her cheeks and her glorious body turned paler by the guzzle. I watched her brown orbs in the mirror, concentrating on the person…the life that held us both together. I knew in that instant I could control the bloodlust. But could I control the need to slam my cock inside her, to crush her underneath me, to squeeze with brute force?
I didn't know.
We moved to the bed and something immeasurable happened. Something astounding and foreign. I was hurting her and I knew it but she wanted it. What could I do? Each time I came in her was like completion, proof that she was mine. Confirmation that she would forever be.
And what would I be for her, in this hypothetical forever? Would I be her husband? Would I love her? Did I even want to? Would I watch her skin wrinkle and her hair turn white? Would I watch her deteriorate and die? I wouldn't…it would destroy me before age had the chance to wither her. I knew the option that left us, but it wasn't something I could contemplate then, not when she was spread out before me.
We laid together for ages. I don't know why the feel of her eyes gazing into mine brought me such hope and damn near joyfulness, but I could never bring myself to tear away from her sight. Her skin…her blood, I needed to be touching her at all times. I knew it was irrational to need something such as that, but it was there…it wasn't disappearing. She asked me to tell her what to do now, and I couldn't answer her. I could only be truthful and raw about the bewildering effects that were rampant inside of me.
She left me for a mere human moment and I ached so deeply for her. The emptiness was inside of me where nothing else had ever touched. And it scoured me the moment she walked back into the room. I flew to the edge of the bed, my hands reaching out to feel her and the damage I had inflicted. I rested my fingertips on the purple…too purple…marks across her hips. I traced the red scratch across her abdomen and the bruising along her ribs, her breast, her arms, her legs. I had damaged the only thing that ever meant something to me.
I looked up from her injuries when I felt her fingers running through my hair. "I want them there. Do you know why?" she whispered vehemently. I persistently kept on staring at her and she continued. "Because when I wake up in the morning, I'll have proof that this is real. That you are real."
I took her gently and pulled her between my legs. "Won't my body resting in your bed and my head lying on your breast be enough verification?" My voice ghosted in the silence of the room.
"And if one day you aren't there, then I'll have them until they fade. Until the world fades…" she drifted off, breaking eye contact with me as if she were unsure.
I pulled her on my lap and she kneeled on the bed around my waist. "Are you so sure I'll leave you?" I murmured, kissing along her jaw.
"No one ever stays," she breathed, the tears in her eyes resurfacing and breaking me into a million pieces.
"Who?" I questioned, my fingers ghosting along her back.
"My mother left me…she promised she'd beat it and a month later…she left me." She curled into my body and sobbed into my neck, my arms aching to pull tighter but could only settle for a loose grasp around her frame. She cursed and when she sat back up, her eyes were an open flame. "God damnit, Edward. This is the first fucking tear I've ever cried for my mother since she died. The first. Fucking. One. What is this?" she whispered in frustration, motioning between us.
"You know I can't answer that," I said distantly.
She pushed closer to me, bringing my cock dangerously close to where it forever wanted to be. "And are you so sure you'll never leave?" her voice was nothing but a broken whisper as she penetrated me with her gaze.
I guided her down gently on my lap, groaning as I was surrounded with her burn once more. "I'm here until you demand my absence," I whispered, panting against her neck as she ground her hips down against me.
"I won't," she whimpered, biting my neck and causing me to buck my hips too sharply against her.
"I'm sorry. Fuck, Bella, why would you let me hurt you like this?" I growled, demanding answers for this deranged act of masochism.
"It's what I want. You're what I want," she breathed, pulling my face against her chest as she slammed her ass against my lap. "Please…"
I laid back and buried my fists in the blankets, fervent of the fact that I would keep them right in that very spot. "I'm yours, beloved. Do what you wish with me."
"Fuck," she cursed, her palms landing with a slap against my stomach as she picked up her pace and tightened her walls around me. Already I was too close to the edge.
"You won't leave," she panted, her eyes rolling back as I surrendered and lifted my hips off the bed to meet her thrusts.
"Not without you," I gasped, feeling the thread tear and crumble beneath my fingers.
I pounded back inside her the second she went to slam down on me, causing a scream of pleasure to fall from her lips. I let go of the bedding frantically to catch her as she collapsed to my chest, her body trembling as her orgasm washed through her.
"Let me," I groaned between clenched teeth, unable to hold back any longer. She whimpered her approval and my hips left the mattress frantically, pounding her and taking her until my climax ripped and roared throughout my body. I let go of her hips and pulled my own hair in two tight fistfuls, growling and thrashing against her as she held onto me tightly.
She slowly slid off of me and climbed up my body as she straddled my waist, our fluid mixed together and seeping out of her as it covered my skin. I wanted it, too. I held her to me, wishing I could have this every second for the next million years and knowing it still wouldn't be enough. I found the one fucking place in this world where I belonged. She made me belong. "You won't leave," she repeated into my neck, her fingers scraping along the back of it as she fought to get me closer.
"Not. Without. You," I said forcefully, burying my nose in her hair and squeezing her tightly like I knew I shouldn't. Why did I keep doing this to her, and more importantly, why did she want me to?
I heard a familiar engine in the distance. My nostrils flared. I felt a deep growl forming in my chest. I wasn't ready. "What time is your father expected to return?"
She lifted her head and glanced towards the alarm clock. "Not for another couple of hours, why?" she questioned, her eyebrows pulled together.
I heard him pull in the driveway, and I felt my body shattering…everything breaking away. I couldn't leave her now. Never again. "He's here, Bella," I said softly, sitting us up and pulling her closer to me.
"No," she said forcefully. "Not yet."
The car door slammed.
"He'll find us like this, Bella. He'll try to keep you from me. I won't allow it. We have to just let go. We have to find the strength to let go," I pleaded, pulling her arms from around my shoulders as agony replaced her warm fingers on my skin.
"No," she growled in frustration, trying to struggle against me. There was never any hope for her to overpower me. She was shaking and I knew she would weep again. I couldn't handle it.
"Listen to me," I said forcefully, holding her wrists in the air between us. "I won't be far. And I'll be back here as soon as he departs. I won't be far. Do you trust me?"
She nodded.
I stood us up and groaned as her legs wrapped around my waist. "I can't be away from you any longer. I won't do it." I grabbed her thighs and untangled her legs, planting her feet on the floor. "Bella," my voice warbled and fought with the intensity of her name, with the intensity inside of me when I spoke it. I tried to tell her with my eyes what my mind and…heart…couldn't express.
She let out a sob and pulled at my waist as the front door slammed. "Why can't I exist without you?" she whispered in a broken, defeated voice.
I crushed her to me while footsteps fell heavy on the wooden steps. I couldn't. God fucking help me, I just couldn't leave her.
"Isabella Marie Swan!" Her father's voice rumbled and spat through the door in a vicious tenor. "Get out here…immediately!"
Her watery, gorgeous brown eyes wavered between mine and I took a deep whiff of the air. My eyes narrowed as I pulled her face into my chest. Rage burned through me. Ownership threatened to annihilate as the pungent smell of mongrel invaded my senses. I kissed her head and held her against me in a blatant refusal to let them have her. To let anyone have her but me. She was mine. She looked up at me questioningly and I had no choice but to reveal the one true fact that made my insides boil with anger. My voice was filled with poison as I pressed my lips to her hair.
"You have a visitor."
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