We were out of breath as we threw our shirts on in a hurry. As I walked downstairs to get the phone, gilt ate away at me. I tried to push it away as I shakily picked up the phone. "Hello?" I asked trying to calm my breathing. "Bella." Alice stated, sounding angry. "You and Carlisle need to stop this. I have seen the future. If this continues there won't be a happy ending." She said, obviously trying to sound a little less angry. Carlisle signaled for me to hand him the phone and I agreed. "Alice, I know this isn't right. I am aware of the consequences. Yes. The way I feel about her is not even close to how I feel about Bella..."
Trying to tune it all out I walked out of the living room. Heading for the kitchen I decided to get a glass of water. As I took a sip I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist. His head rested on my shoulder and I looked down at the floor. "Carlisle." My voice broke as I thought back to Alice's words "I know how this ends. There won't be a happy ending." Carlisle wiped a tear that slid down my cheek away. Turning around in his arms I put my head on his chest. He rubbed my arms and held me close. "This is wrong." I stated with no emotion. "I know." He whispered while leaning in to plant a soft kiss on my head. "But..." He whispered causing me to look up. "What I feel around you...it's like nothing I have ever felt. I haven't felt this way about anyone. And I'm not ready to give it up just yet. I will fight for you, Isabella."
He closed his eyes and leaned in slowly. Our lips touched and I knew I felt the same way. He was different, wiser, and in control. My brain knew all of this was sick and wrong. But my heart felt different. Maybe love is just like that. It can mold it's self into something evil, something sinister. All logic can be taken away. It takes over and possesses your sole until there is no way out. How can something so wrong feel so right?
Our lips moved together. Warm against cold. Soft against hard. My skin tingled where his hands touched. It was unlike anything I have ever felt. His kisses traveled to my neck. He gently kissed the area where my pulse was strongest. "Isabella." He whispered in my ear. I shivered at his soft voice. Breathing in his sweet scent, my brain began to feel fuzzy. It was like my head was filled with cotton balls. "I can't think straight when we are like this." I whispered against his lips. He kissed me back slowly and pulled back so our lips were barely touching. "Then don't."
Carlisle picked me up and placed me softly on the counter. His hands slid under the fabrics of my shirt. Goose bumps covered my body as I shuddered from his cold touch. I reached up as he removed my shirt. Our lips met each other's again hungrily wanting more. My legs wrapped themselves around his waist. He put his hands around my waist and carried me to my room. We were there in seconds and he gently placed me on my bed. I pulled him on top of me, holding onto the collar of his white button down shirt. Slowly I slipped it off of his chest.
I ran my lips down his chest and I smiled when I felt him shiver. He laid down and I got on top of him kissing His lips. He growled as I slid my hands down his chest again, letting my nails graze his skin lightly. In a flash he spun us around so I was under him. He smiled at the surprise still evident on my face. My hands slipped to his belt bucked and I heard another growl deep in his chest. "Bella. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do." He whispered searching my eyes for any sign that I wasn't ready. "I want to." I whispered, looking into his eyes. He undid his belt buckle and took his pants off. His hands reached for the clasp on my bra. I let it slide off of my shoulders and I was about to cover myself when his hands stopped me. "Don't hide yourself from me, Bella. You are beautiful." His soft voice whispered. He pulled me to his chest and I shivered as our bare skin touched.
I laid on Carlisle's chest thinking. His fingers ran up and down my backbone as I snuggled into him. His hand then moved to the spot on my hip where he drank from me. I knew he was in complete control so I let him. Carlisle would never hurt me and after all of those years in the hospital, he is used to being around blood.
I pulled the sheet down to look at the bite. Carlisle's fingers traced its outline. I wouldn't turn as long as the venom didn't get in my system. A bite was just to open the cut. It was now just a pink outline. It had healed after he closed it with venom. I kissed his neck, breathing in his sweet scent. Then I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.