Chapter 4

Raw need

The woods were pitch black. Bella felt smooth ground under her feet: a path. She held Edward's hand, and he led slightly, apparently unfazed by the total darkness.

She could feel wind on her face, and now it seemed as though there was a faint glow up ahead, the trees ending.

Another minute, maybe Bella and the silhouette of the surrounding forest was visible, backlit by something up ahead. Edward stepped out and to one side, turned, beckoned to her.

"Oh my God," Bella said under her breath, stunned. Before her, in sharp contrast to the urban cityscapes she'd looked at all of her life, was a massive valley, filled with trees, a small town marked only by a few illuminated windows at its centre.

They were standing hundreds of feet above this, fifteen feet from the edge of a steep cliff carved out of the Appalachian foothills by the force of passing glaciers, tens of thousands of years ago.

It was a sight unlike anything she had ever seen, and Bella took it all in with eyes wide like a child's.

She could see forever, a universe of trees, stars clearer than she could possibly have believed.

"Edward, this is beautiful," Bella whispered, looking around. She felt him shift behind her, closer, a hand on her shoulder, turning her.

His eyes looked down at her, luminescent, catching the light from the moon and holding it.

"Did you enjoy the evening?" Bella nodded.

"Oh, yes." Edward studied her a moment.

"I won't make you do anything you don't want to do." Bella pressed herself against him.

"Why don't you go ahead and start, and I'll let you know if we get to that point." Edward smiled and kissed her.

Bella wrapped her arms around him, her breath and his breath twining together as one. It was an eternity, an instant, and seemingly over before it began.

She took a deep breath, let out a shuddery sigh, head against his chest. They stood like that for a moment, and Bella reflected that of all the possible directions this night could have taken, this might well have been the least expected, the most unlikely. And then his fingers, gently under her chin, raising her lips to his again.

They lay together in the soft grass, clothes in a jumble to their sides, forgotten, and his lips at her mouth, her throat, and her breasts.

Bella felt on fire, out of breath, flashes of heat and cold, goose bumps running in rippling waves down her arms, legs, back.

Edward caressed, teased, her body registering the contact of his fingers, the touch too gentle to satisfy.

She twisted her fingers into his hair, bringing his head forward, wanting once again to share breath with him, to be connected.

Hard, against her, and Bella soft, ready, wanting. Open thighs, arched back. Edward entered her and for a time her past ceased to exist.

She was brand new, every nerve ending electrified, feeling everything for the first time. Bella couldn't have explained what had brought her to this state, nor did she care. She was content to live in the moment.

They found rhythm, moved against each other, soft on hard, delicious friction. Bella gasped, strained, and clutched her fingers into the skin of his back. It had never been like this, building to this pleasure so quickly.

As they neared the height of their passion, Edward bent his head as if to whisper into her ear, but instead, as Bella took a deep, gasping breath, he drove the sharp points of his eye teeth into the soft flesh of her neck.

The pain was immediate, exquisite, the sensation so overwhelming that it seemed if anything to enhance the eroticism of the moment.

Pleasure and pain indistinguishable. Bella's gasp locked in her throat – she was unable to breathe, unable to scream, unable to move.

Edward fastened himself to her, powerful arms holding her in an embrace that Bella could not have broken, even if she could have moved.

As the draining sensation began, as the pain receded, as the world began to fall into black, she realized that her passion had reached its apex.

Her body clenched over and over again, in time with her heartbeat, in time with her hips, which still moved against his.

The pleasure coursing now through Bella's body was above and beyond anything she had ever before experienced.

Her arms tightened momentarily around Edward, and then fell away, her breath let loose in a soft sigh, muscles relaxing.

Death, desire, acceptance.

And then, darkness.

Sorry for the short chapter… the next one will be longer!

This was Justin's chapter; the next one will be mine!

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Chanitnique.