A/N: Hello again my fellow readers! Well, not much to say this time around but that I hope you truly enjoy this lemony goodness, pretty much the entire chapter ;) What can I say I'm a big perv. I hope you like and I really hope my lemons are pretty hot :) I try my best. Oh and if you haven't, feel free to put my profile on alert. I plan to post links to pictures from my photobucket that relate to the story. It will be pictures of clothes Bella has worn, where she lives, what she drives & much more! I will let you know when it's up :) And I plan to post a link to a music playlist as well. There are so many songs I have in my mind for this story that are inspiring to me. Okay, now on to it!
***Disclaimer: Still NOT mine, :( *sigh*
Chapter 4: Heated Introductions
The blue gray cloud covered sky and the unmistakable aroma of pine greeted me the instant I entered the park. Allowing myself a minute to survey the surrounding breathtaking beauty and reveling over the serenity it brings. After inhaling slow and deep to savor the clean inviting scents, my feet led the way over to one of my favorite trails. My lips pulled into a soft grin as I picked up the pace, my casual walk now turning into a power one. I proceeded forward moving at a swift rate with each passing second and my heart thundered rapidly in response. I exhaled slowly, swaying my arms from side to side, keeping focus on the trail ahead then making the turns when needed. Before long, steady pants escaped my mouth while my feet pounded on the ground underneath me.
The sounds of leaves crunching echoed in the air as I continued on with my steady jogging. Ahh, this is exactly what I needed, some fresh air while having a great workout on a partly cloudy day. A low, aggravated groan pushed past my throat when a light droplet of water splashed on the top of my head. Fuck! Goddamn Washington and nature! I sighed heavily then lifted my chin up defiantly, deciding to not let the constant cloud cover and soon to come rain to spoil my me time. My heart kept pumping feverishly and excessively while my chest clenched, a good indication that this workout is paying off. My feet moved almost effortlessly now on the moistened soil and nearly at top speed. Yes, folks, believe it or not, I, Isabella Marie Swan can actually run, run like a damn marathon runner without tripping! Take that Forrest Gump!
I chuckled over my ridiculousness while taking in the endless vast of green that breezed right by. Holy Shit this is exhilarating and... exhausting, utterly exhausting as pathetically I'm becoming wiped already. That is sad, how is it that I'm still so out of shape yet I hit the gym at least three days a week. Oh let's not lie here Swan, you haven't hit the gym in like almost two weeks you lazy ass! My heaving panting became embarrassing to hear and it grew harder by the second to ignore, so with that, I slowed down dramatically to give myself a breather.
Oh no, no you don't, move that ass, it's not going to move itself is it? My lips pursed tightly and with a determined look, I forced my body to move harder and faster. Relishing over the way my blood boiled rapidly along my veins, my heart pumping at an intense speed which encouraged me to keep it up. Wait a second, I know just exactly what will keep my ass moving. I broke out into a triumphant grin while simmering down to a jog again then concentrated on my breathing.
I dug inside the front pocket of my black cotton shorts and pulled out my I-Pod. Oh yes, this baby is one of my prized possessions and surprisingly ranks over my vibrator and that's saying a lot. I shook my head incredulously feeling nerved over my dorkyness then turned on the player. Quickly I scanned through all my play lists to find the one I made specifically for my workouts. After selecting the list and pressing play my head automatically bobbed side to side as I hummed very off key, to one of my all time favorite songs by Linkin Park.
"I tried so hard and got so far but in the end it doesn't even matter." I sang along while picking up speed once again, now running swiftly and flawlessly along the trail.
What was I so stressed about again? You had to ask that shit didn't you? Involuntarily my mind wandered as images flashed before my eyes replaying the events from this morning. Jake's devastated features while kneeling on the ground and mourning over what was his favorite motorcycle. All because of me. His bike totally demolished because of me. No, because of some possessive, twisted sick fuck who keeps claiming that I'm his. The same sick fuck who has the most, sensual beautiful hands I've ever encountered. With long, icy fingers that can do many head spinning, incredible things. Then there's his lips, that are so satin smooth, freezing and oh so fuckin tasty. Wait, let's not forget his scent, that's tantalizing and sinfully sweet and makes me all weak in the knees the second I inhale it.
Christ, there you go again! Swooning over some psycho who is stalking you by the way and messed with your boyfriend's bike or did you already forget? No, I didn't forget, dammit, I just need to remain on track, stay focused on the workout and nothing else. Speaking of, pick up your feet lazy ass, they're dragging! Suddenly as if lightening had struck and landed on my ass, my feet progressed in a insanely and surprisingly speed, zipping past the constant green. Holy shit, I'm this close to collapsing, I feel it, my knees nearly buckling while every crevice of my legs feel like fuckin Jello. Get over it Swan, keep moving, don't stop now, you can do it, just watch what's in front of you. Great thanks for pointing that out fuckin conscience of mine, just throw in my face how much of a klutz I am.
Sure enough a twist of fate occurred, just to remind me that I am and will always be, extremely uncoordinated as my foot caught on a tree root. I yelped helplessly, my voice echoing throughout the once silent area of the vivid, serene forest. Instinctively I braced myself for an excruciating fall while pondering which body part I'll bruise or cut up today. Just as my face was only mere inches from the soil underneath, my body was lifted upwards. Steel like, arctic hands gripped my hips firmly and securely, then it's fingertips clasped onto my skin in a iron clasp way.
I flinched alarmingly in reaction, nearly shaking uncontrollably while frantically trying to wiggle out of the saviors grasp. It's him, I know it, I can feel it. My eyes rolled heavily as I let out a frustrated sigh that mirrored a growl. Surprise, surprise, hence the sarcasm, the bastard is following me yet again. Before I had the chance to release a scream or turn around to finally have a look at him, my body collided against a tree in a smacking thump. Ouch, that fuckin hurts, Damn that psychotic asshole.
A gasp escaped my hung open mouth when my face nearly met with the tree's surface only inches away. My eyes widening in utter shock and I attempted to twist my head to glance behind my shoulder. Only for it to be turned back roughly, which left me no choice but to stare at the beautiful, dampened tree ahead. Great, he has me pinned in such a vice grip way it's impossible for me to escape, as my arms are tightly and securely pressed against my back.
I gasped in bewilderment when discovering that only one hand was locking me in a very inhumanly strength like way. His arctic, titanium fingers were wrapped around my wrists, holding it in place like handcuffs would, while his other hand pressed the back of my head firmly in order to keep me frozen in place. His marble, ice cold frame pressed against mine so lightly I wouldn't have known he was even there, if it wasn't for his sweet, cool, inviting breath that caressed my heated and perspired neck.
Jesus Christ who is he? This is impossible, no one possesses such strength, speed and ice cold skin that only a dead person would have. Dead, ha, funny one Swan, yeah, what are you going to think next, that the Tooth Fairy is fuckin real. All right enough with the stupid ass jokes back to the situation at hand here. The time is now, no more bullshit, no more games, all the cards will be laid on the damn table. I will find out who and what he is.
But it would be a hell of a lot more easier to question him if he'd just loosen his death grip just a little, fuck it's beginning to hurt. Believe it or not, the pain only bothered me just a tad because all I could consider was how aromatic and beautiful his scent is. My head quickly became cloudy and turning into fuckin mush from inhaling that potent aroma of his. What is he wearing? Some kind of new cologne that smells so insanely incredible it makes all women weak in the knees and nearly forget their name?
"Isabella." He greeted in such a seductive, velvety tone that made me involuntarily very, very turned on.
Holy Shit, just stick a fuckin fork in me now, I'm done, fuckin done for. Dammit Bella, be strong, you're not weak. Don't let him get to you, don't fall for his sexy, hypnotic ways! Think about what he done to Jake's bike, and the I don't know, major fact that he sneaked inside your room and seduced you while you were half asleep, violating your body. Oh yeah, how was it violating when I allowed him to give me oral for God sakes and what a fuckin mind blowing oral it was. Jesus Bella you are one certified hussy, the trophy goes to you for sure, hands down! Suddenly the blood deep within boiled heatedly, passionately and in a volcanic, violent matter that made vicious rage to consume me.
Stupidly and of course without thinking it through like a person who inherits common sense would, I struggled using every ounce of strength my little body carried, to break free out of his firm grasp but to no avail. Christ it's honestly like being tied up with iron, that's how incredibly powerful this man, or whoever the hell he is, is. His breathing was so quiet and eerily calm while mine was heavy and frantic and permeating all over the once quiet stretch of forest.
"Let me go right now you sick fuck!" I growled through gritted teeth and then a devious grin planted on my lips as an idea came to mind.
That's it, I'll kick him, kick him right on his shin, that's something right? Maybe even stomp on his foot? Yeah brilliant genius, remember he's super strong with skin that feels like a Goddamn iceberg, but sure give it a go. I internally groaned at my mind's irritating commentary, then chose to ignore it and instead release a steady, low breath. I moved my leg ever so carefully as to not give away what I was about to do but then stopped short upon hearing,
"You're welcome." He spat through clenched teeth in a icy yet melodic tone.
Dammit, don't give any attention to those smooth, cool lips of his that are ghosting your left ear along with his sweet, tantalizing breath that's gusting out. God, my head is spinning again, the haziness swirling around and becoming more thick by the second. Wait a damn minute, did he just say, you're welcome? So what, he thinks he's some kind of hero now just because he saved me from falling face first! The nerve of that, whoever he is. Then without giving it any thought or considering I threw my leg back which allowed my sneaker to connect against his, what I believe to be, his shin.
Jesus Christ what is he, Superman? Shit! Oww, oww, his leg is so rock hard, I think I just kicked a piece of fuckin granite. Painful, stinging wetness glistened the corners from my eyes in reaction to the intense, sharp pain that radiated from my foot all the way up my upper thigh. My body bounced up and down in a poor effort to lessen the relentless, fiery pain that's coursing continuously on the left side of my body. Fuckin idiot, you are truly Swan, this may be the dumbest shit you have ever attempted to date!
"Ouch, Goddamn you, ouch, shit!" I snarled at him through gritted teeth, attempting to whirl my head over my shoulder in hopes to finally have a glimpse of him.
He just chuckled, fuckin laughed at in response while his soft, icy lips and sweet intoxicating breath tickled my lower left ear. So he thinks this is funny? Such a gentleman.
"Did you just try to kick me Isabella?" He asked in a incredulous yet amused tone.
I shook my head back and forth angrily while bouncing up and down and thankfully the torturous pain subsided somewhat. I squeezed my eyes shut then mentally counted to ten while inhaling and exhaling steadily in order to calm the hell down. The temptation to strike at him was becoming more and more appealing by the nanosecond. Don't even think about it klutzilla, you want to go for breaking your foot the next go around? After sighing frustratingly I grumbled sourly,
"Hell yeah I did, you didn't feel anything?"
My body stopped moving involuntarily upon feeling him leaning his arctic steel like frame over mine again. Pinning me in the same position as he had previously but this time it didn't escape me that he was using caution perhaps and being gentle, dare I guess. If I wanted, I could easily break myself free from him and make a run for it. But for some insane reason part of me wanted to stay right here, in this very position, held against my will by him. Greedily and foolishly I don't want the flurry of emotions I'm having from feeling his Godly like body so close to mine, to escape. Jesus, he's so ice fuckin cold and smooth, impossibly smooth like marble and his breath, good gracious, I'm at a loss for words at this point.
He chuckled again and I couldn't wrap my head around over how the tone of his voice sounds so musical, like a soothing breathtaking melody. Without a doubt the most lovely and captivating voice I've ever heard.
"Was I supposed to?"
All right, remind me not to compliment him ever again even if it's only in my thoughts. Infuriating, sexy asshole!
"You were, I, Ugh!" I shot back in a childlike matter while stupidly again attempting to loosen myself out of his firm grip. "Who are you? What do you want from me? Oww, ease up by the way!"
I felt his head shake behind me as he released a soft, chime sounding sigh,
"I think it's plainly obvious what I want Isabella."
My teeth ground together roughly while I opened my eyes and internally groaned at the site of a damn tree trunk ahead. Wishing for whatever Godforsaken reason that it was him I could stare at, not some damn piece of wood. All right sexy voice, lovely smelling breath or not, this man is really starting to piss me the fuck off. Before the words slipped out of my mouth, ready to rip him a new one he added nonchalantly,
"You really shouldn't be wandering around in the woods, at least... not by yourself."
I scoffed bitterly while rolling my eyes in frustration. He has got some fuckin nerve! Who is he to tell me where I should go and what I should or shouldn't do?
"Are you implying that I cant, take care of myself? And besides this is part of a park there's people around..." I hesitated for a brief second and listened for any signs of other passerby's just to prove my point.
No of course not, it's just me, him, the trees, the endless fuckin green, the birds and bees. Great, just great I proved his point, now here comes the gloating!
He laughed amusingly and I felt his nose rub against my temple back and forth fluidly. "I know you cant and besides... I'm not the only dangerous being out there."
Dangerous? Super, wow Bella you sure know how to pick them, this one could be a fuckin serial killer who just escaped out of prison or some shit and you're next on his hit list. You're probably just the type he targets: young, female, naive and idiotic... No, I refuse to be a victim, his victim, his play toy or whatever the hell he wants to do with me. This ends right here and right now. Finally after a few long seconds of silence between us which was just enough for me to muster up some courage, I growled under my breath icily,
"And by the way it's Bella to you! No one and I mean no one calls me Isabella. Especially you, understand? Now let the fuck go or I swear I'll scream so loud in the next five seconds the park ranger will be here in minutes flat."
He laughed uproariously, so much so his body quaked against my back causing me to nearly tremble along with him. His lips then connected with the side of my neck brushing them up and down slowly and seductively. Sweet Jesus help me, they're so incredibly soft and feels so mind blowing against my fiery, tender skin.
"I would really love to see you try." He challenged in a sensual voice over my shoulder blade.
His one hand that rested casually on my hip now slid down slowly across the side of my leg, dragging over my upper thigh and after inching their way up inside my shorts. Instantly my insides flamed with such burning intensity, yearning desire consuming all of my being to my own accord over his simple caresses alone. Simple? Anything but. It's like wherever he touches it sets my entire body on fire and makes me feel things I've never, ever felt.
"Oh God, ohhh." I moaned breathy and wanting to curse myself after for giving in yet again to his erotic and spine tingling caresses. I shook my head repeatedly in effort clear the daze that my mind is now in from the way his fingertips are ghosting my flushed skin.
"Uh, try, what?" I stammered in a choked whisper while fighting the irresistible forceful urge to give in to him, as his long, icy silky fingers kept mapping my exposed flesh.
His beautiful bell like chuckles engulfed my entire eardrums, which in turn sent pulsating electrical shivers to glide along every inch of my limbs.
"Scream? Remember Bella? You threatened that you were going to scream if I didn't let you go in... well, what do you know? Times up."
I didn't miss the challenge and taunting in his voice and my jaw clenched tightly as the blood within, boiled rapidly once again. Such a irritating, conceited and sexy bastard! Just as my lips parted wide the scream emerging out of my throat, a arctic, titanium hand curtained my mouth and muffled my pleading cries. Holy crap he's fast, lightning fuckin fast, how is that... possible? Actually the real question should be, how is any of this, possible and real?
At that moment the idea of biting the shit out of his hand in hopes of him finally releasing me, became all too tempting. However the part of my brain that was functioning correctly reminded me that his hand feels like a block of steel. Not the best idea, remember how it went when you tried to kick him and that was trying, you barely made contact. Never mind all that, what you need to do is force some answers out of him and you need to right now. Yeah like I'm in any position to make any demands.
"Can I release you and trust you not to scream?" His melodic tone cut in, ridding my annoying inner rambling.
His marble lips were now on my temple, planting delicate, sensual kisses on it repeatedly. Involuntarily I shivered in delight while relishing over the spikes of pleasure those fuckin incredible lips of his were giving me. Suddenly my mind became numb, the most astonishing, head spinning kind of numb as my brain literally turned into goo, which made all the coherency I once had, fly right out the damn window. Because of that, all I was able to do was nod my head and but then my common sense came flooding back to the forefront. Reminding me that I've absolutely lost any sense of dignity from giving in to him. Yes that may be true but in my defense, he's some kind of... well he's simply irresistible, all kinds of sexy and hypnotic, truly hypnotic.
"All right then, thank you Isabella." He said graciously in a cool, even tone and instantly the irritation swept back in over his use of my full name again.
Didn't I ask him only moments ago, not to call me that? Really Bella like it bothers you that much, why don't you just admit you love the way he says your name? The way it rolls off his tongue, that ice cold, fuckin heavenly, soft tongue. His stone, cool hands were off my swollen, eager lips and I sighed in dissatisfaction over the loss of contact again, while internally wanting to kick my own ass for appearing so desperate, for making it known that he has the upper hand. I watched in awe and nervousness while he used only one hand to lift my arms above my head, then folding them neatly against the rough tree trunk. Then gripped my wrists roughly and firmly, imprisoning them in a iron clasp manner while he whispered in a careful tone,
"Can I trust you to leave your hands right here and to not make any sudden movements?"
Oh now why would I want to do that? Uh hello, because he is psychotic and twisted and all sorts of.. well you don't know who he is dammit that's why! Don't listen to a damn word he says, just break your self free and get the hell out of there. Um, easier said then done, this man embodies super strength and speed and not to mention seems to have this possessive, jealous streak about him and a murderous temper to boot. Oh you think? Really, what brought you to that conclusion Nancy fuckin Drew, the fact that he keeps saying you're his? The fact that he's been stalking you for who knows how long or the tiny fact that he demolished Jacob's bike without any remorse? My eyes blinked while my head shook in hopes of clearing my damn head even if only a mere minute. A quiet gasp then released out of the back of my throat and then after I held my breath in anticipation.
I couldn't help but wonder what will he say next, do next and more importantly why on earth am I letting him? Why am I allowing this man who I don't know, who I've never seen, have his way with me in the middle of the forest. Where there's this big chance he could murder me, bury me somewhere after in a remote place where no one would ever find me. If you really truly believed that Swan you would have managed to free yourself from him moments ago.
Hell if you pleaded with him, begged for him to let you go and leave you the fuck alone once and for all, he would. Something deep inside my gut tells me he would, that he'd do anything for me. Hell, the fears and anxieties are surprisingly starting to slip away cause for some peculiar and unknown reason, all the theories that my brain is spewing out at me I don't believe. But. why? Is it possible that... I'm feeling almost at ease with someone I have no earthly idea who he is?
"Close your eyes." He requested in the most erotic tone I've ever heard to date.
My core responded by moistening just slightly and twitching feverishly and I nearly moaned in reaction. His lips then found my earlobe, enveloping it fully and his icy, sweet breath engulfed inside my drums which caused my body to tremble before him. Moments too soon, his lips no longer assaulted my ear, proceeding onward to the side of my neck and planting rapid but gentle kisses. I whimpered deeply while my body began to quiver uncontrollably from the feel of his arctic, silky tongue as it mapped over every inch of my flesh, then lapped the back of my neck heatedly. My initial instinct was to tell him to fuck off as there's no way in hell I'll allow him to do whatever he desired to do to me, blind.
Shit, he's damn well lucky that I'm even still here, that I'm letting him touch me and making me feel oh so fuckin good. Jesus why do I keep fooling myself, I am just as insane as he is. I can no longer deny that I love every damn minute of the attention, the way he makes my knees weak, my head spin, my heart pound thunderously and my center to throb in pure pleasure. Again my mind went on overdrive making me ponder excessively, wondering why wont he allow me to see him? What's so awful about him that he wont grant me just a peek? The thoughts soon faded quickly thanks to the incredible, erotic distraction he was giving, continuing to lick and devour every crevice of my flushed skin with his icy, tender lips.
"Oh yes, yes." I breathed shamelessly.
My eyes widened, nearly bulging out of their sockets at the discovery of my legs being spread wide apart forcefully. I nearly laughed sarcastically over the fact that I must look like someone who's about to get frisked by a police officer. Well that always had been one of my kinky fantasies. Oh yes Officer, please search me. Only he's no cop, no he's much, much better. He's sensual, infuriating and mysterious, truly all the qualities most women love in a man. Every woman loves the alluring, sexy bad boy. Just the mere thought, the possibility of his large, satin, icy hands traveling over every part of my exposed body immensely turns me on. No, Bella, snap the hell out of it right now, remember you planned on demanding some answers from him.
"Why wont you let me see you?" I asked in a small, weak ass voice and I internally cringed over hearing it. "What is it about you that you don't want me to see? Who are you?"
He sighed, exasperated, while resting his hands gently on my hips, pressing my heated skin firmly with his fingertips and then pulled me against his marble frame roughly. A piercing smack permeated the quiet greenery surrounding us and I groaned loudly over the unexpected but mind blowing feel of his thick, long erection that poked my backside. Sweet Jesus, it's like granite, hard as steel, so long and so fuckin ice cold. Fuck. Me. He feels so unbelievable, his cold, soft flesh complements the heat of mine beautifully.
Oh how I want more then anything for him to kiss and lick every damn part of my body, every part of skin for hours on end while saying my name over and over with that fuckin musical voice of his. Shit, what is wrong with me? Does he have you under his spell or what, this is exactly what he wants and your just willingly and idiotically feeding into it. Well, why bother to try to pull myself out of it now, I'm in way too deep and over my head at this point.
"It's in your best interest to not see me, believe me Bella. All you need to know is that you're.."
"Mine, right." I interceded sharply while thrusting my hips against his to my own accord.
What sounded like a feral, deep growl erupted out of his throat and heat spread like a massive, relentless wildfire between my legs over the roaring like sound. Jesus Christ that was so hot. He rested his head on top of my left shoulder and started to devour the left side of my neck, licking it feverishly with his marble, cold tongue then brushing his lips back and forth over the cool wetness.
"God, that feels so.. you feel so fuckin incredible." I gasped breathlessly while he proceeded onward with his erotic and blissful assault.
Caressing my flesh with those magic lips of his sucking, licking, then fluidly making patterns. My entire body was intensely alight over the electrical waves that swirled up and down wildly. Soon enough I knew I would no longer be in my right frame of mind, instead fully consumed with feral, excessive arousal and then there would be no way out of it. I would beg him to have his way with me, then have my way with him and that would be that. But thankfully my mind and my gut pulled me halfway out of the deep, overwhelming erotic trance I'm under, reminding me of what I'm getting myself into.
"No, No! Wait, stop! I, I cant."
Wait, what the hell am I saying, take that back, yes you can continue with this, ask him to keep going, hell take him, do everything to do him you've been fantasizing about. My head shook repeatedly as I chewed on my bottom lip anxiously. Then without thinking I whirled my head halfway over my shoulder, only for it to be turned back forcefully. His strong hand pressing the back of my head roughly and to my chagrin my face was met with the tree once again. Surprisingly I mustered up the courage to protest,
"I cant be yours, not until you give me some answers."
He sighed irritably while releasing his hand off my head then delicately stroked the left side of my frame with his icy, long digits. I groaned softly, shuddering before him as my limbs went completely numb in reaction. Damn him! I cant think, cant reason, Christ, what is it about this man?
"Just close your eyes please Bella." He instructed in a polite yet angry tone while his hand connected with my left hip once more.
Clasping it almost violently with his finger pads as the trimmed yet sharp nails nearly dug into my flesh. He yanked me forcefully to him and a whimper escaped my mouth, as pleasure spikes once again consumed my entire insides. My eyes shut unwillingly which allowed darkness to encompass me and leaving me to rely only on my senses at this point. I stole a moment to revel over the feel of his icy, muscular, glorious frame pressed deliciously tight against my backside while his stone like hands guided my hips to grind on him.
His lips then planted slow, sensual kisses on both sides of my neck, leaving no part of my fiery flesh untouched. Then proceeded over to my right ear, his lips brushing back and forth over every inch of it slowly and tenderly. After his tongue took over, freely exploring every arch and curve. The burning, aching feeling in my center intensified times a thousand, throbbing excessively while wetness dripped down fluidly which filled a good portion of my panty. Suddenly, my back involuntarily stiffened at the sound of him inhaling and exhaling sharply as his cool nose rested against my right cheek.
"Jesus your scent is so inviting and mouth watering. You have no earthly idea what it's doing to me." He growled lustfully and I groaned heavily in response then thrust my backside roughly and it collided with his front.
His front that owns a still very rock hard, twitching member that's calling to me, practically begging for me to yank his pants and boxers off and take it all in my small mouth.
"Yes I do. As your scent, rather you, are driving me insanely wild." I responded in a soft and breathless voice.
I went on with circling my hips seductively fully knowing damn well it was tempting and daring him. But I didn't care because yet again I allowed myself to give in to the irresistible, overpowering lust that took over my better judgment once again. He grunted feral in response then pressed savagely and rapidly, never ceasing his movements, going at my backside like a fuckin dog in heat. His fingertips pressed my bare flesh firmly while he continued to dry hump me rabidly. For split second the slight pain I'm feeling from his arctic stone frame alarmed me but not enough to ask him to stop. The sick fuckin horny ass whore I am. Instead I relished over the way his hands roamed freely underneath my thin, gray tank top, exploring freely and unapologetic.
Ghosting every segment of my warm, lightly sweat beaded skin, his pads tracing the outline of my pelvis, moving downward then ceasing just above my aching, nearly drenched entrance. My bud throbbed excessively from the sheer anticipation that his erotic, magic fuckin fingers would soon make contact. My entire insides flaming uncontrollably from the burning, intense desire and I had to refrain myself from asking him to touch me. God how I want him to shove his fingers deep inside my center so damn bad, more then I should. No, I shouldn't let this continue, I have to pull myself out of the deep and intense erotic trance I'm under. But insanely I'm unable to cause foolishly I want more of him, need more, every glorious part of him.
"Please, don't stop. Please. God that feels so fuckin good, touch me more please." I found myself blurting out much to my disapproval, crap wasn't I not supposed to say that aloud?
"Oh sweet, beautiful Isabella." He grunted in an aroused tone breathing inside my left ear once again. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment, for you. How long I wanted you."
My lids twitched wildly aching to open as I pondered over his cryptic statement. But then I recalled I had to keep them shut as don't want to jeopardize anything when it comes to this mysterious and captivating man. I refuse to screw things up and chase him away. Jesus Bella are you listening to yourself? Are you even grasping how fucked up this all is? I made my face scrunch up to a puzzled expression while trying to ignore all that rants that continued on in the back of my mind. Deciding to focus on the sexy and cryptic man hovering over me, that has such soft, titanium feeling hands that are crawling their way up. Exploring every inch of my skin that leads up to my very wet, swollen entrance. He then placed several chaste kisses repeatedly and fluidly along the side of my neck and then releasing his tongue to sweep my skin delicately.
He's so ice cold, so soft, so... amazing.
Sweet Jesus forgive me as I want him to continue his pleasurable heart stopping assault. The high I'm in at this very moment, is limitless, the euphoric bliss that's enrapturing me with each passing second. Then in one swift movement, his hand met the side of my face, cradling it gingerly while moving it to tilt it upright. It took every ounce of willpower I possess to not open my eyes so I could have a glance at what he's doing. The curiosity is just about killing me. My breathing became louder, more erratic and I flinched when his cool, sweet breath engulfed my entire face.
His nose pressed lightly against mine while those gentle icy lips of his brushed over mine in a feathery light motion. Just barely making contact but enough to make me whimper and pant like a fuckin banshee. This man is going to drive me to the brink of fuckin insanity if he keeps this shit up. Again, reality had to smack me right on the face nearly killing the mood as I reminded myself to ask him the question that's been nagging at me for the past two minutes.
"What do you mean by how long you wanted this? Wanted me?"
He chuckled softly over my warm, parted mouth and they trembled feverishly while my tongue begged for entrance.
"So inquisitive and persistent you are love. Sorry but, you must be patient and wait for the answers."
Sure I'll wait, I'll wait forever if I have to. I wanted to shout. Ugh, don't you see what he's doing? He's stalling, fuckin stalling, dodging all of your questions by seducing you, seducing you very well at that. I opened my mouth ready to protest and to demand some answers when his heavenly, cool, marble lips crashed onto mine. Holy fuck. Good God, I'm this close to fainting or hyperventilating or even both. I've never been kissed like this in my entire existence. Ever. Honestly its an insult to call what he's doing to me kissing. It's more then that it's like he's putting all of his emotions, his desires, his entire being and soul into one insanely spine tingling kiss.
My body melted against him but then I forced myself to stand up straighter in attempts to not fall face first on the damp soil. My heart raced and pounded violently at lightning speed while my chest heaved up and down frantically. He continued to move his lips with mine delicately, molding beautifully and then sweeping his tongue across my bottom lip seductively. He moaned into my hot, eager mouth and I whimpered back, then throwing caution to the wind, deciding to thrust my tongue deep inside his cool mouth. Pleading with him through lack of words for his tongue to meet with mine. Surprisingly he matched my fluid movements letting his tongue savagely twist and dance with mine. I gasped breathlessly when his mouth crushed harder over mine while his desirable Godly frame collided against my hips, which made my body crash hard against the tree.
The wood lightly scraped my flesh, nearly piercing through my clothes and pain shot through me for a few agonizing seconds. Once it lessened I paid no more mind to it instead opting to relish over the heightened, exhilarating pleasure that's spreading over every body part. Unfortunately though, my mind had to ramble excessively once again, pointing out how amazingly and frighteningly strong he is, that his body feels a block of steel rubbing on me, instead of this ethereal, erotic man. Christ I'm positive I'll regret going through with this in the morning as I have a hunch my body will be covered with several alarming and very visible bruises. A feral growl erupted from deep within his chest and I moaned lustfully in response, my core now completely soaked as wetness continued to seep through my panties each nanosecond it seemed.
Our lips kept moving rapidly, desperately and passionately then involuntarily I pulled away in order to give myself a breather. I never imagined resorting to that, not that I wanted to let go. If I could I would continue to kiss him until the day the Earth stopped rotating. But I'm not like, well whatever he is and dammit my body for warning me that the oxygen I bare is dangerously close to draining. Several deep and heavy gusts of air escaped my parted swollen lips, then before my lids blinked his lips were molding with mine again kissing slowly, gingerly and longingly as if he knew that our heated make out session need to be turned down a few notches.
My mouth trembled before his, a soft sigh released when his delectable, sensual lips parted from mine carefully. He moaned quietly and I quivered again upon feeling his icy, muscular frame tremble over mine. With one hand resting securely on my hips, his fingers began to ghost the curves and planes while his other hand dipped past the waistband of my shorts. His slender, arctic fingers made their way under my panties and inching towards my throbbing, glistened entrance.
I swallowed hard while attempting to control the frantic, breathless pants that kept releasing out of my trembling lips. My heart was thumping fiercely against my ribs and a burning sensation encompassed my lower belly, becoming more intense with each passing second. The sexual tension surrounding us, clearly evident and becoming more intense and relentless as time ticked on. This is insane, absolutely insane for me to embody these feelings this, for my body to react this way over some stranger who's face I've never seen. I'm honestly unsure at this point how much longer I can withstand his delicious, head spinning assault without at least seeing him just once. I bet my life on it that he's beautiful, no, more then beautiful, I bet he's positively stunning and perfect in every way. God I wish, I want to open my eyes so badly, the anxiousness is nearly killing me. My thoughts trailed off, when his lovely, melodic tone filled my eardrums,
"I must admit, I'm quite surprised, intrigued actually over your reaction to me. I thought you were furious with me Isabella." He stated conversationally while pressing his cool lips over the left corner of mine, planting sensual, butterfly kisses.
After, proceeding to do the same to the other corner only this time, his tongue gingerly swept over the edge of my bottom lip. Good fuckin God, his tongue is so utterly divine, tastes so sweet, the most incredibly delicious thing I've ever tasted in my entire existence.
"Oh, Oh God, yes!" I gasped in a urgent, needy tone.
I circled my hips deliberately slow then thrust myself against him, desperate to fill the burning raging need. Alarmingly finding myself longing for him, every single sexy, Godly inch of him, more then I should. My mind wandered again to my own accord, flashing several images at once, all of them displaying similar fantasies and leaving me wondering what he would feel like deep inside me. His freezing, thick, steel like erection deep within my warm, throbbing, drenched core, complementing it just nicely. Sweet Jesus the thought of that alone caused my body to tremble once more and my bud to pulsate rapidly as it ached, longing to be satisfied.
I shook my head over and over in effort to clear my erotic fantasies that I so desperately wish would come true. Snap out of it Bella, remember what he just said, he's been waiting for a response you know. Dammit I'm aware but shit he has me so entranced, it's like I'm drunk, similar to how I was last night but fifty times worse or better, depending on how you look at it. Suddenly my brain began to function correctly, recalling that I am still indeed angry with him over what he did to Jacob, because of me. Me, and what he's been doing without my knowledge.
"I am, angry." I finally responded then internally winced over the fact that my voice sounded more lustful then firm and irritated the way I intended for it to sound.
"Actually angry is an understatement for how I feel. What you did was really fucked up."
I gave myself a silent cheer feeling proud for sounding like I mean business this time. Oh yeah, what a way to stick it to him Bella. Letting him grope you in the middle of the forest in broad daylight, you tough bitch you.
His laughter echoed in my ears and rang throughout the air around is and I groaned exasperatingly in reaction then gritted my teeth sharply.
"Really? I thought it was quite amusing actually. Did you see the look on his face? Right you did. Truly priceless, wouldn't you agree?" He chuckled almost manically as his mouth grazed along mine again.
I froze in response, twisting my head to the other side and forcing my body to be unresponsive, which wasn't an easy task as my damn limbs are eager to respond to his every touch. His hand ceased its movements just when it was about an inch away from stroking my oh so ready folds and damn me for nearly groaning out loud over the loss of contact. Damn me to hell for wanting his fingers to violate every crevice of my moistened walls. But I have to rid push my inner monologue aside just long enough so I can give myself a reality check again, return to the task at hand, which is to interrogate the shit out of him until I receive some answers.
"Why did you do it? Your beef is with me. Not Jake. That was way out of line! Just, I dont understand, what is it you want, why me?"
"No, my problem is with him and only him Bella. I was giving him a simple yet clear warning."
He sighed dramatically but I didn't miss the sarcasm etched in his tone. "Too bad that he's so moronic and simple he wont heed it, which means the next time I wont have a choice but to take drastic measures."
I struggled using all the strength I had to loosen free out of his tight grasp only to be even more firmly bounded. I growled in frustration, the agony of defeat making me over anxious. His titanium like hand clasped around both of wrists again, mirroring ice cold handcuffs instead of marble skin. Meanwhile his other hand remained inside my shorts, gripping onto my hip firmly but not in a vice grip like previously. There's no use in trying to escape since I literally cant and oddly enough as twisted as this sounds, I dont want to. The intrigue and the mystery radiating off this man becoming more and more appealing to me with each passing minute. A light droplet of water landed on top of my head and the recognizable scents of moisture indicated that rain would soon make itself present.
"What are you going to do? Just, leave him alone, please. Leave him alone." I begged in a desperate, pleading way with the naive hopes that was enough for him to understand what I'm harboring since I'm unable to show it with my eyes.
"I wont do anything dear Isabella, if, you stay away from him. See, I dont care to share what's mine. And I dont appreciate anyone messing with anything that's mine. He crossed the line." He snarled venomously his lips moved quickly over the side of my neck.
He then caressed against my heated skin and automatically icy shivers pummeled along my spine in response. Christ, the hammering of my heart so piercing, its almost clouding my eardrums, I wonder if he hears...
"God Isabella, your heart is racing like a thoroughbred." He paused briefly to moan gently, appreciatively while inhaling deeply.
His nose rubbed back and forth against the strands of my hair and then over my shoulder blade. "I smell your fear, your arousal. Very, very interesting that you fear me, yet your body desires for me as well."
"Don't flatter yourself." I spat vehemently without hesitation while lifting my chin defiantly. He may be sensual as all hell but he's beginning to infuriate the fuck out of me.
"And again, I'm not yours. I'm not anyone's and who the hell are you to tell me who I can be around? You can go to hell!"
His head shook feverishly which granted his silky locks to brush over my flushed cheeks. He inhaled again sharply and it became eerily silent for what seemed like eternity until his bell sounding voice muttered sharply,
"I'm already in hell, sweet Bella and soon enough, you will grasp and accept that we belong together."
I snorted while throwing my head back incredulously. "Ha! What delusional world are you living in?"
"So stubborn and such a spitfire. You haven't changed one bit." He responded wistfully.
Even though my lids are shut, judging from the swift change in his breathing and the way his body tensed against mine, it's abundantly clear that he let something slip accidentally. My face contorted into a complex expression while my brows raised. Wait a damn minute, he just implied I haven't changed a bit. What in the hell does that shit mean? Do I know him then from somewhere, sometime, is that why he wont let me have a look at him?
"I haven't changed? How do you know? Do you... know me? Well I guess to be technical in someways you probably do since you have been stalking me over these past few days." I accused vehemently then released a agitated sigh after receiving no response from him.
So he wants to play that game huh? Well lets see if he enjoys mine, I will get more out of him, I can be sneaky too.
"So that was you that night out on my balcony right? You were there when I cried over my Mom and then last night, that wasn't a dream. You were actually there, touching me, kissing me and I, oh God, you were there at the Tavern too! And you purposely left that Dracula book for me to see... but, wait did you make, were you the cause for that crashing sound when Jake and I were having..."
A deafening, ferocious snarl escaped out of his mouth and I flinched alarmingly from the frightening noise. Obviously I hit a nerve. So that's it, all this, his sick, twisted obsession is because of jealously. He jealous over Jake and I's intimate relationship but why? God there are so many questions that's he purposely leaving unanswered.
"Don't ever speak about that disgusting, vile buffoon you call a boyfriend. The thought, the sight of him on you,"
"Makes you sick? Angry, jealous? Good! I hope it drives you away for fuckin good and I can live my life in peace again." I cut in using the most hatred tone I could muster.
He slightly twitched against me while letting out a deep, sorrow sounding breath.
"I apologize Isabella. It wasn't my intention to make you furious, to feel such horrible, hateful things towards me."
"Really? No, really why would I care that someone who I don't even know, is stalking me, watching and following my every move, gropes me whenever the hell he wants, goes on a possessive, violent rampage and destroys my boy, um, friends bike and yet, you refuse to give me an honest reason why or show me your face. I have no right to be furious about any of that, not at all."
My voice was rich with sarcasm and I didn't have to open my eyes to see the most likely furious expression that's laced on his face. I'm getting to him, I just know it, just like the bastard gets to me, deep underneath my skin, more then I'm willing to openly admit. He drew out a heavy breath then muttered,
"You may be harboring all those emotions but your body's reaction to me is saying something entirely different. You can verbally refuse me all you want to your hearts content but both you and I know better. You want this, want me, just as I desire you with every fiber of my being. I never wanted a woman so much in all of my existence. You have no earthly idea what you do to me."
I sighed heavily, shrugging my shoulders casually in hopes it would show him that what he declared, had no effect on me whatsoever. But of course that's utter bullshit. Because the sexy asshole has a point, he's right about all of it but that doesn't mean I will verbally attest to that.
"Then fill me in, tell me what exactly I do to you. Just, tell me who and what you are, there's something off, not quite," I trailed off, leaving the unfinished sentence to linger in the thick, tension filled air between us.
"Regrettably I'm unable to Bella, however, I'm open to hear your theories, enlighten me please." He replied casually.
His vice grip around my wrist unlocked as he withdrew his hand away to place it gently over my left hip once more. I hissed under my breath over the way his ice cold, porcelain like hands feel on my warm flesh.
"I will tell you but first, can I please drop my arms? They're aching a bit."
"Of course, I sincerely apologize, it wasn't my intention to hurt you." He responded genuinely and I dropped my arms to my sides, sighing in contentment as the ache slightly elevated. I decided to wiggle them around in circles, swinging them back and forth so they would loosen up.
"Too late for that I'm afraid." I grumbled sourly in response to his last statement, "I'm pretty positive that I'll have some bruises by the morning or later this evening. I bruise easily by the way and your super human strength doesn't help any matters."
He exhaled wordlessly and I heard his tongue click on the roof of his mouth but before he had a chance to speak I interrupted in a pleading tone,
"Since you wont let me see you, could you be fair here and let me at least touch your face and hair? Please? You have been touching me and I admit, I have no complaints but,"
His chime sounding laughter encompassed my eardrums and to my chagrin, made my heart flutter. What is wrong with me? Here I go again falling for his suaveness, his erotic, sexy ways. I need to just face the facts, I am utterly hopeless and fucked, really fucked. I sighed deeply while trying to pay no mind to how heat swept over my already flushed cheeks. I must look like a Goddamn tomato at this rate. At this moment I'm honestly grateful he had asked me to keep my eyes shut because I don't think I could handle seeing the look on his face when I mumbled under my breath,
"Look, I just, want to touch you. Make you, um, feel, the way you make me feel, please?"
He laughed again and it took my breath away the way it mirrors wind chimes that sway gently from a light breeze.
"You already give me great pleasure, beautiful Isabella, more then you realize but you do make a valid point and because I'm a selfish creature, I will allow it."
My brows furrowed and I could tell my face pulled into a puzzled expression. What did he mean by that shit? Shit, him and his cryptic ways. Before I had the chance to ask if I could turn around to face him, as it would obviously make it easier for me to explore him, he whirled my frame around to face him. His cool, lovely aroma gusted over my heated skin and I shamelessly inhaled while maneuvering my face closer to his. My lips parted which granted a whimper to release and he breathed out in contentment.
"God your scent is, simply beautiful, sweet and intoxicating, nothing like I ever inhaled." I murmured in awe while my hand extended out to search for his face.
His forehead pressed gingerly against mine leaving his face to ghost mine and in reaction, an inaudible gasp escaped my throat. My hand then discovered his marble, icy cheek and I shivered from the arctic, steel like texture to it. My fingertips then caressed along the slopes of his cheekbones and I breathed softly as surprise and disbelief hit at me from every angle. It's incredible how prominent and defined they are. He is literally like a statue, complete with a porcelain feel, breathtaking in every way and I don't have to see it with my own eyes to know.
Insanely a part of me is grateful for his insistence to keep me in the dark, literally. As this is the most erotic moment of my life, well besides what he had done just a short while ago and last night. Just to savor over this man's glorious face is simply without a doubt, priceless. My digits continued onward, trailing along, making a pattern of sorts, passing his cheek and then stopping right on his forehead. Another shuddering gasp released out of my throat as complete awe struck me once again, the feel of his stone like flesh is rendering me speechless.
"You're so cold, your skin feels like satin it's so, wonderful." I whispered throatily as my fingers ran down past his forehead to ghost his other cheek. He sighed and hummed serenely, his tone sounding more melodic then I ever heard thus far.
"And your skin is perfectly warm, warm and lovely. I truly love the flush that spreads on your cheeks when your...well, my God you're simply a work of art." He added using his velvety tone.
I panted heavily when his frame collided against mine once again which caused my back to press on the tree trunk in a soft thud. He caged me in, resting his arms over my shoulders from what I can tell. His face continued to incline toward mine which left our noses to nuzzle against the others tenderly. Without another word, I proceeded to travel the other side of his angelic face using my digits to gently stroke his closed lids, under his eyes, then up and down his flawless shaped nose.
"You're so perfect, I can feel it, so beautiful. If only you would let me see you or just, tell me your name, please." I requested in a gentle but pleading voice while caressing his chiseled jaw line, moving downward to meet with his stone like, thick neck.
My fingers shook erratically with anticipation and with a baited breath, I touched his throat savoring every crevice of his inviting, satin flesh.
"I'm far from perfect Bella, far from beautiful. Trust me, I have to protect you, for your own good. The less you know, the better."
Okay, I'm utterly clueless and dumbfounded. This heavenly, mysterious man has been leaving me guessing for quite sometime during this intriguing and heated visit but at this point, his vagueness, his unwillingness to open up, is only making me desperate to seek for the answers.
"I'm sorry but no offense how do you expect me to trust you? You wont inform or show me who the hell you are." I countered in a rigid tone, then exhaled deeply, "And protect me, why? From who? You? Well if that's the case, you have a funny way of showing it, given that you are around me all the time, spying away, correct?"
"Yes," He admitted sharply, "And you're right, you have no reason to trust me. But see I'm a selfish being, I choose not to play by the rules. Well I had up until... look, will you at least allow me to advise that it would be in your best interest to stay away from me. In fact you should ask to be released right now and demand for me stay out of your life indefinitely and I'll abide by it."
My hand ceased it's exploring of his throat and I gave myself a moment to process what he just voiced. Christ, what is there to think over? He's clearly giving you an out and he means it, the conviction and validity evident in his tone. Heed his warning.
"That's just it, I don't, know how to. I mean, I should ask you to leave me the hell alone and I should stay away from you but I cant, I dont want to." I confessed idiotically without hesitation and immediately, alarm bells rang repeatedly throughout my mind while my conscience cussed at me vehemently what a fuckin moron I am.
He growled irritably while shaking his head incredulously.
"Unbelievable you would think one of us would utilize some common sense. But yet here I am, greedy and choosing to not leave your side now that you discovered me. And here you are, idiotic, utterly idiotic and foolish. Isabella, you have to reconsider what you are about to walk into because there's no turning back. I am not who you think I am."
I twisted my head stubbornly, "Well, unfortunately for you, no matter how many times you warn me, try to push me away, I'm not going anywhere. So you might as well get used to me and prepare yourself cause I have a lot of questions. And as far as who you are, doesn't matter, I'm not who you think I am either."
He scoffed darkly which made his sweet scented breath gust over my parted mouth.
"Ah, Isabella, you have no concept what you're getting into."
I shrugged nonchalantly as a smug smile formed on my lips.
"And that makes it all the more exciting."
An unexpected and alarming sound erupted filling the small space between us. I realized it came out of his mouth seconds too late because next thing I know, his granite body slammed hard right against mine, causing my back to collide roughly against the bark. I gasped in utter shock, fear gripping my insides in a vice grip. Jesus what the hell was that for? Good God it's insane the way his body feels like a combination of ice and steel, it's inhumanly possible to endure such strength. Before my lips moved, the words catching on the tip of my tongue, a cold, marble hand clutched around my throat, latching on to it in such a manner it was impossible to move, to even talk or scream. My breath caught and squeezed my eyes firmly shut so they wouldn't pry open and the hot tears from the dull pain I'm enduring, wouldn't spill.
"Isabella, I need to you to listen very carefully, cause I will only say this once. This isn't a game were playing here, this is your life. I am NOT who you think I am, understand this. I am not a gentleman by any means, I'm not some goddamn knight in shining armor who will sweep you off your feet and romance you like one of those fuckin romance novels. I'm not the type of man you can bring home to your family. I'm not... good. I am a monster who has killed before, without blinking an eye."
I shook my head vehemently, stupidly disagreeing with him, even though deep in the pits of my gut, I believe every single word that's coming out of his mouth. And that all the more, frightens and intrigues me. I am officially a dumb ass, I should take him seriously, should heed his warnings, should be so damn alarmed over the possibility of what he is, I should run and keep running. Instead the curiosity is growing, stirring and now more then ever I want to, need to know more about him.
"I, I don't, it doesn't matter." I foolishly protested and he hissed sharply, his cool, lovely scented breath engulfing my nostrils and lungs.
He loosened his grip on my throat just enough so that the pain subsided and I breathed out gently while trying to remain composed and unnerved, all the while aware I'm failing miserably.
"How can you so casually disregard your life?" He asked in disbelief while rubbing his nose across my chin slowly and gently.
A small moan escaped out of my throat and he grunted lustfully at the sound. "Last night when I was in your room, on your bed tasting your sweet skin, your moistened folds and hearing the way your heart pounded fiercely against your chest in reaction to your arousal. Good God, I nearly... I wanted to thrust inside you deep and rough, have my way with you like the animal I am. Fuck you so rough until you breathed your last breath. Now do you concept how dangerous this situation can turn out to be for the both of us? Especially for you?"
I gulped several times, breathing erratically and heavily as my chest heaved up and down, the bundle of nerves making my entire being shot. I could feel his lips brush across my throat where his hand once was and instantly the iciness of his flesh aided in subsiding the dull ache.
"Tell me what you're thinking, are you scared?"
I didn't answer, remaining silent and collected to the best of my ability, trying to keep a clear head while he wonderfully explored the left side of my face with his arctic mouth and tongue. He rested his hands casually on my hips, then swiftly moved upward, mapping my ribs with his silky digits. I quaked against him, moaning deeply, greedily and wishing so much I could just open my damn eyes and finally look at him because I'm positive he is undoubtedly the most visually stunning being I'd ever lay eyes on.
"Isabella?" He ceased his sinful exploration of my skin, removing his hands from under my shirt and I groaned under my breath in disapproval.
Damn him he wants an answer and I want him to continue to touch me and please me in anyway shape or form. So with that I have to meet him halfway and the second the words slipped out of my lips, I wanted to smack myself in the face.
"Y, yes."
"But yet, you're still here, not even attempting to escape, how can this end well?" He sighed painfully, pressing his forehead against mine and I felt him shaking his head slowly while inhaling sharply, audibly.
"God Isabella."
Without even thinking I kissed what I thought to be his lower cheek, making a path and stopping at the corner of his granite mouth. My tongue flickered out, searching greedily to taste his sweet, inviting flesh and satisfied when it connected with his skin. My heart pounded fiercely against my ribs, my entire insides alight with intense, unrelenting fire over the sounds that erupted out of the back of his throat. Jesus, he is so fuckin sexy.
"Christ." He moaned through clenched teeth angling his face to meet with mine and so that our lips joined in a heated, fiery kiss.
"I want to touch you, please. I just have to feel you, I trust you."
He growled in disapproval over my request and from I disconnected from our passionate but brief lip lock. I hesitated, waiting for him to protest or say anything else but he didn't, instead pulling away in order for me to access him easier, as if since i am doing this blindly.
Slowly and carefully I slid my hand up past his jugular then traveled over to his head. Once I discovered his tresses, I threaded it tenderly, reveling over the silky locks. A soft, breathy sigh escaped, a reaction from the feeling of caressing his hair brings. I couldn't help but wish as I kept on marveling over his beautiful and sexy feeling hair, that he would at least tell me his name. Even if he gives me a fake one, just something for me to go on, that I can call him. It's really and untruly unfair that he knows mine, knows things about me and yet I know next to nothing about him. Oh quit your bitching Swan because you aren't that entirely bothered by it, if you were, you wouldn't want to do this...
I leaned my face in closer, titling it enough so that I could hopefully get my lips on his at just the right angle. With his assistance, our mouths meshed together slowly and in a feathery like way. He grunted deeply into my tingling, fiery mouth and before long his glorious feeling hand found it's way back underneath my shorts. His fingers traveled way down south, much to my elation, in search of my embarrassingly moistened folds.
My breathing became shallow and hard while my heart hammered restlessly against my ribs, the stimulating energy that slowly grew within increased more by the nanosecond. I gasped passionately when his free hand grabbed underneath my left thigh roughly then hitched it around his icy, stone waist. I dug the heel of my shoe firmly against his lower back and he hissed heatedly, circling his hips heatedly to mine.
"Bella, Bella, Bella." He chanted like my name is a sweet prayer, under his breath.
Our lips kept motioning in delicious harmony and our tongues danced erotically, moving fluidly and erratically, the perfect blend of fire and ice. My body then ignited, the flames of desire consuming every crevice of my insides. I inclined my head back deeper onto the tree trunk while gasping wildly as his luscious mouth continued to sweep over mine feverishly. Suddenly two long, icy fingers landed over my wet slit then circled slowly and gingerly. Oh sweet Jesus, he is a God, a sex and fuckin magic fingers God. Lord can the man touch and kiss like no other. And the way he feels, so sensational and blissful, it's taking me to places I've never been. Sharp bolts of pleasure enveloped me in a firm hold, making my body quiver violently and my heart rate to spike to near dangerous levels.
"Oh, oh, right there, yes. Don't stop, please. God yes, that feels fuckin incredible."
His lips ceased their movements with mine to twitch into a full blown out smirk.
"Ah my lovely Isabella. I love the way you beg, wanting more. The way your heart is racing, how your veins are pulsating. And holy shit, you're so unbelievably warm."
His fingers continued to swirl over my folds, gliding up and down rapidly, with no intention of slowing down it seemed. Oh my God, I'm at a loss of words, the man has barely fingered me for not even two minutes and I'm this close to having an exploding, toe curling orgasm. My core walls started to clench and unclench in throbbing waves as my lower belly muscles tightened, twisting to a fiery, secure knot. His mouth then clamped over my jugular using his cool flesh to suck, tug savagely and after smoothing it over with his tongue repeatedly.
"Oh God Bella, your throat the skin's so soft and tastes extraordinary, mmm." He breathed against my skin and I groan loudly when his teeth, razor sharp and perfect at that, nipped my flesh tenderly.
He clamped them down a little harder with each passing second and pain began to radiate immediately. However, I didn't give it a second thought because the ache surprisingly felt amazing and caused icy currents to flow feverishly and pleasantly over my spine.
"Oh, oh, yes, more! God, faster, harder. Just like that, yes!" I pleaded my voice throaty and filled with desperation.
He dipped his fingers deep inside my entrance compliantly. Then without missing a beat, thrust them back and forth using such force, that the sounds coming from his hand smacking against my core radiated throughout the small space between us. My breathing grew erratic and deep again and to ease the aching but arousing tension I tightened my grip on his tendrils, tugging at it with such aggression, he snarled lustfully through clenched teeth. I yelped over the slight pain that shot through my insides when he mauled my neck, working his lips and tongue effortlessly and showing no signs of slowing down.
Holy shit, can he keep going on like this? Isn't he tired? I'm losing breath here, starting to become extremely fatigued and perspiring and I'm pretty sure he's not even breaking a sweat. Out of my own control, I went into near convulsions the second his fingers curled and twirled right on my g spot, leaving me to marvel over how his ice cold, marble skin feels beyond indescribable. Blinding, but beautiful white spots appeared before my eyes, while my heart thundered to the sinful beat of the ultimate pleasure my body's experiencing.
"Oh God, fuck yes! Ohhh," I grunted under my breath passionately, my toes curled tightly and the pressure on my lower abdomen burst, releasing intense tremors.
The wave of euphoric pleasure consumed all of me, leaving me breathless and utterly intoxicated. My center's walls clasped over his slender, elegant fingers, gripping them in a death like way and coating them with my endless flowing honey.
"Mmm, Isabella, you are so hot and moist, fuck." He growled heatedly onto my neck while rocking his hips harshly against mine and I moaned deeply the instant his titanium member rubbed just right over my lower belly.
The erotic high gradually decreased much to my chagrin but his fingers never yielded their immoral movements, only to continue to pump deep inside my bud once more. Jesus, he doesn't plan on stopping does he? Does he have any comprehension what he's doing to me?
"I want you to cum again my love, spill your lovely juices for me again, please. I need you so fuckin desperately."
My mouth hung wide open as disbelief and arousal clouded my still foggy state of mind. While I scrambled to search for something to say in return, his lips latched to my heated and now slightly sore jugular, planting tender kisses at first, then suctioning my flesh wildly and following it with caressing it using his tongue. My head started to spin excessively while my heart pounded fiercely against my chest and I braced for another round of orgasmic pleasure to awaken my body once more.
A throaty cry escaped from the middle of my throat when he used his teeth to graze lightly over my flesh, then nipped at it fluidly. All right, I'm all for hickeys as I think they're extremely fuckin hot but what if and when Jake sees the marks (that I'm positive I'll bare) what in the world do I tell him? Dammit as much i really, really dont want to put a halt to his delicious, head spinning assault, I should. I mean, this isn't right, what was I thinking?
Not with your brain obviously Swan. My body then collided harshly back and forth against the trunk, leaving the sharp, damp wood to scrape my backside, piercing through my shirt just a bit. Dull yet sharp pain permeated over my spine and the lower half of my frame causing a heavy gasp to free out of my lips. His severe and pleasurable plowing to my core completely awestruck me. As a result I surrendered to the satisfaction he's giving me, relishing over it and allowing it to engulf me completely. His teeth sank further inside my hot, moistened flesh, oh so dangerously close to puncturing it and I screamed lustfully as every inch of my insides pulsed with extreme desire. Suddenly, stars appeared before my eyes as electrifying bolts of gratification erupted and my body trembled from another powerful, satisfying orgasm.
"Oh, yes, God, yes!" I yelled shamelessly completely oblivious to the fact there's a world around us and people in it who could walk by any given moment or at least, hear my lustful cries.
All of a sudden, in a matter of seconds, his lips, hands, body seemed to have vanished into the air. It didn't take me to open my eyes to discover that there's an empty spot in place of where he once was. I straightened myself up, hissing sharply under my breath over the dull ache that targeted every square inch of my insides. With hunched shoulders I took in deep and steady breaths then exhaled as slowly as I could, trying to control my frantic breathing. My eyes flickered from side to side inside my lids, aching to unfold but didn't want to take a chance in upsetting him as ridiculous as that sounds. To my annoyance my mind went on overdrive, repeatedly asking the same questions, what just happened? Where did he go and why? Anguished sounding growls permeated from a distance away and my heart hammered against my chest in reaction.
"Hey! Where are you? Where did you... go?" I wondered frantically and before I could stop them my lids fluttered open.
Wow how its so nice to be able to see again. Anxiously I shifted my head from side to side while darting my eyes all around the stunning, vivid colored forest and I frowned when realizing he's no where to be found, rather unwilling to be seen. I am positively certain with all that I am that he's here, close by, his overwhelming, lovely aroma, a dead giveaway.
"I'm here." He assured gently somewhere nearby and I whipped my head over to the right in naive hopes to catch a glimpse of him.
But of course no sign of him anywhere in sight. Shit, where the hell is he? He had to have been the reigning champ of hide and seek back when he was a child seriously.
"What, what happened? Why did you stop?"
Geez, desperate whore much Swan?
"You're serious? You didn't feel, you absolutely had no idea what I was about to do to..." He paused, letting the unspoken words linger for a few long, agonizing moments. After exhaling sharply he proceeded,
"I must apologize, all of what just occurred was entirely inappropriate, I should have used more self control."
My mouth gaped wide open in shock while I turned my head back and forth in disbelief. What on earth was that shit supposed to mean? He sure as hell didn't think it was inappropriate a minute ago and why does he need to use self control?
"It was anything but inappropriate, it was incredible, fuckin mind blowing, please just, come back here. I don't understand why..."
"Good." He cut in harshly, "You shouldn't have to understand, it's my burden to bare."
"Again, I don't quite get what you mean by,"
"I need to be more cautious around you if I want to, if we both want to continue this... I almost, killed you."
A dark yet remorseful tone laced in his voice hit every nerve within me making my lungs constrict and my heart to thud erratically. Killed me? Did he just imply that he almost ended my life? How is it possible he nearly murdered me over giving me a hickey and two amazing orgasms? Could this man be any more confusing?
"Killed me? Listen, you have to fill me in here. All this cryptic bullshit is driving me mad and,"
"I have to go." He interceded in a flat, emotionless tone.
I heard a light rustle sweep over the tree leaves gently followed by twigs and leaves crunching on the damp ground. My head shook stubbornly as my brows pulled together and my lips curled into a deep frown.
"No, please don't leave. I didn't mean to scare you away."
"Sorry but I must, there's a... complication."
"But wait, please I," I stopped mid sentence and just like that, most of his captivating, powerful aroma dissipated and again a gentle breeze wheezed by the towering, beautiful trees.
Complication? What does he mean by that? Sure enough my silent question was answered as my ears perked up, tuning into noises coming from crunching leaves and soft footsteps. I froze instantly when the sounds approached closer and thankfully I snapped out of the aroused daze I still harbor, discovering that I appear like a mad mess. Hurriedly and frantically, I straightened myself best I could, then situated over by a tree stump and pretended to stretch out my oh so still shaky legs.
The footsteps slowed down while closing the gap between me and them. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted an elderly couple, most likely in the late 60's, sporting their identical workout gear and heading over in my direction. Tentatively and nervously I turned around to face them and giving them my best friendly, casual grin. They returned it and after the woman gave me a long once over, with bright and wide eyes, lit with wonder.
"Some workout huh?" She mused with a friendly but amused smile and her husband shot her a humorous glare while shaking his head.
"Uh, what?" I stammered stupidly, instantly wanting to kick my own ass for looking like a deer that got caught in the headlights.
Way to go with the calm and collected act. And by the way what did she mean by that? Oh God did they, hear, him and I's very public pornographic display?
"The trails, there a doozy aren't they?" The woman clarified with a knowing wink while throwing me another friendly smile.
"Yeah, they sure, um, are." I responded as casually as I could while fighting to keep the blush from appearing on my cheeks.
Dammit, great, wow, another one to add to the list of the most humiliating moments in my lifetime book.
"Well, have a good workout dear, enjoy your day!" The woman trilled brightly followed by a wave of goodbye over her shoulder as her and her companion walked away, taking the path that leads further into the forest.
I groaned irritably while raking my hand through my ponytail roughly as the sheepish sunk in more and more by the second. God how embarrassing, that was without a doubt completely and utterly...
"You are a terrible actress." quipped a familiar, melodic voice from behind my shoulder. I jumped in reaction, my heart nearly bursting out of my chest and my belly flip flopped wildly. Wait, terrible actress? Oh the nerve of that sexy, captivating, mysterious asshole!
"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!" I shouted heatedly while making the idiotic attempt to whirl around to face him. Only to be halted when his icy, steel hand rested around my right shoulder.
"I know, don't turn around." I grumbled sourly, taking the words right out of his mouth. "I thought you left and how did you know or see those people heading over here?"
He sighed angrily, "Here you go again with the constant questions, Isabella. No, I didn't leave but I really must now this time."
"Why? Please, let's um, talk, we can go back to my place and,"
Oh my god what am I suggesting? Seriously Swan have you lost some brain cells as a result from his heart stopping assault? Your father, the Chief of Police mind you, would be infuriated if he knew you were inviting a complete, most likely dangerous stranger at that, over to your place of residence. Well Charlie isn't around and tough shit i am a grown up, yeah an moron one at that.
"Regrettably I'm unable to, truthfully it's wise if I keep my distance from you for awhile but, I will see you later this evening."
I drew out a sharp and disappointing toned breath, "All right but, how will I know when your nearby or..."
"I will find you my love." He assured cryptically while nuzzling his silky, cool lips over the back of my ear tenderly. I sighed serenely in reaction, loving what his heavenly skin does to me.
"Of course you will." I mumbled sarcastically under my breath and to my irritation, he chuckled lightly, then placed a butterfly kiss underneath my lobe.
"Wait, wait!" I called out desperately the instant his gentle movements ceased.
The anxiousness struck every chord within as I feared I wouldn't be able to ask him the most vital question that's been invading my mind since our first encounter, before he leaves.
"Please, at least give me the first letter or your name, initials, something. I need to call you something."
I could sense he hesitated for long moment, pondering over what I asked most likely. But to my surprise and satisfaction his mouth latched onto my ear again, moving upwards slowly and ceasing right on my temple.
"Call me E." He replied in a sultry but tensed filled tone.
He kissed my temple gingerly and longingly and then like the wind, he was gone. Leaving behind only his breathtaking and sweet scent, a reminder that he was here, that he truly does... exist.
"E," I whispered under my breath.
I wrapped my arms securely over my chest and gave myself a moment to sink in what just happened. My head shook in disbelief, attempting to wrap my mind around all of what just happened. Then at that moment while standing in the middle of the trail surrounded by endless greenery and stunning scenery, an epiphany struck me hard. Pointing out that my life will never be the same. My destiny will truly and forever change, all from an encounter with a man that I'm not allowed to see. However, truthfully that isn't bothering me because I'm already completely over my head at this rate, intrigued and utterly mesmerized by him. Now all I want is some answers and I have a sinking feeling that when they're finally unraveled, it will rock my world to the very core.
***** That's it folks. I will try my hardest to post Chapters 5 and 6 later today! Hope you enjoyed and I love reviews like I love the Twilight movies! *hugs