Chapter 6: So Much

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Warning: This is a vampward story, and in case you didn't gather from the prologue, not a typical vegetarian vampward. Certain things are inevitable….

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~ You can only bite off so much, so you gotta know what you want to do ~

~ Lesley Gore ~

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- EPOV -

When Alice told Bella to ask me about the Volvo, I wanted to go into the girls' restroom and murder her, consequences be damned. Instead, Bella pulled me out of my murderous rage with a simple touch.

What could have been an unfettered disaster—and a win for the Cullens—ended up working to my advantage when Bella invited me into her room. Her invitation was all I needed to get past the two nighttime sentinels near her house. Alice would know that Bella would be waiting for me and that her two thugs wouldn't be able to stop me.

Sure, they could kill me. From Bella's point view, I would simply disappear. However, Alice had told Bella of our connection, and I had no doubt Bella would ask questions that the Cullens wouldn't want to answer.

I knew Alice wouldn't be willing to take that risk, at least not yet. Not when I had no plans to claim my spoils within the walls of Bella's room. The final act was something I preferred to do away from prying eyes and nosey neighbors; it was easier to dispose of the body that way.

I dumped the Volvo in a lake and stole a fresh change of clothes.

I was almost back to Bella's house when I heard familiar thoughts invading my mind. I should have known Alice wasn't so willing to give up; in fact, she'd pulled out the big guns.

Edward, please reconsider what you are doing. I understand that you feel it is what we naturally are, and I can't begrudge that feeling, but please understand what's at stake for us here.

I scoffed. "Are you trying to tell me your concern is purely for your family, Carlisle?"

I heard his concern and worry for the girl; a girl he wouldn't have known if not for her frequent emergency room visits.

"Are you trying to tell me you aren't even the slightest bit worried about the girl?" I mocked, slowing down as he came into view ahead of me.

You know I would prefer you to come back to live with your family and give our way another try.

"I know what you would prefer, but I don't really care."

I know you don't mean that. His eyes were gentle and pleading. When I looked for the judgment I'd become accustomed to seeing in Alice's eyes over the years, I couldn't see a single trace of it. He was honestly offering me compassion and understanding, nothing more and nothing less.

I hated it.

He was the one who'd made me what I was; he'd given me the cravings I had. Who was I to deny them?

Just tell me honestly that you are happy doing this. Tell me there isn't some part of you screaming out against what you are doing. If not, then I'll leave you alone.

I wanted to tell him that there was no part of me that regretted the girls that I killed or how I'd done it. I could easily justify their deaths and regularly did. I had enjoyed each one thoroughly. For every single second that their precious fluids ran down my throat, I was in heaven. However, I couldn't deny the tiny piece of me that haunted my thoughts in the few quiet moments after the body had cooled in my arms; a tiny pang of conscience that I could slam down quickly with the promise of another feed. I wanted to deny it, but I knew Carlisle would see through my lie. He was one of a very few that always could.

"I don't have time for this," I muttered darkly, pushing past him and running toward Bella's house. I hated that he could get under my skin so easily.

Once I reached Bella's house, I tried to shake away the ill feeling that Carlisle had implanted in my mind. Lured by the promise of Bella waiting for me, I was able to turn my mind to what lay ahead for the night. I waited impatiently underneath her window until I was certain her father was asleep, and then, I scaled the wall.

I pushed open her window and climbed inside, giving a small thump as I landed to let her know I was there. She turned, startled, and gave a small yelp. She had a light sheen of sweat, which wasn't caused by the heat—it was a cool night. Combined with the hormones I could smell in her blood and her elevated heart rate told me she'd been waiting anxiously for me. I reveled in the power that I felt from that knowledge. It was almost as if the silence of her mind, and not hearing her mentally shouting compliments at me constantly, made the little insights that I got even more appealing.

She seemed almost insistent that I sleep in her bed. Somehow, the fact that I don't sleep never came up; instead, I spent the hours after she'd drifted off watching her writhe beneath the blankets as her dreams took over. I enjoyed the show immensely but longed to know for certain that I was the star of her nighttime imaginings.

I hid in the shadows briefly when her father came in to check on her early in the morning before heading to the station for the day. I smiled because I hadn't realized that there was a possibility that I would have the opportunity to be alone with her for an entire day; it was certainly a very appealing thought. I wondered briefly if I could convince her to go on an extended hike.

After her father had left the room, I shifted back to her side. I was surprised to see that her body seemed to naturally gravitate toward me. I tested the theory a few times, moving slowly from one side of the bed to the other. It wasn't immediate, but within a few minutes, her face would turn toward me, then slowly her hips would follow. It was certainly interesting and something I'd never experienced before. Other girls had dreamt about me, I knew that because I had seen their dreams, but they never seemed quite so drawn to me. I had no idea why Bella was different, what it was about her unique physiology that set her apart from every other human on the planet. Most girls that I hunted, most humans in general in fact, were attracted to me physically, but sensed the danger I posed to them on some level and instinctively shied away from me. For whatever reason, Bella didn't.

I was so astounded by her magnetism toward me that I failed to notice the sun dawning brightly in the sky. When I noticed the dim light cascading in through the window, I cursed silently. I knew that the Cullens would have selected Forks for its cloud cover, and yet for the second day in a row, it was non-existent.

I knew I couldn't risk trying to lure Bella out into the sunshine and expose what I was. She might have been forgiving about petty crime, but I doubted she'd overlook the light refracting off my skin in multi-colored prisms quite as readily. I stood next to the window and watched the sun creep slowly higher in the sky, and considered the merits of leaving before she woke.

Before I could leave though, I heard the telltale signs of Bella waking—her breathing became less rhythmic, and her heart started to speed just a little. She mewed slightly, and I raced to lie beside her. She curled into me and had a few more moments of restfulness before she woke fully. I used the time to admire her body as she stretched and twisted.

Her sleepy brown eyes locked with mine, and then, before I could understand exactly what she wanted, she turned herself so that she was pressing against me. I realized she was trying to twist us around so that she was on top of me so I helped her readily. In the next instant, her fingers were locked around my wrists, and her lips were on mine. I barely had time to gain control of myself before I was surrounded by her intoxicating scent.

Her mouth explored mine hungrily, and her hands made their way from my wrists to my hair. Slowly, teasingly, one moved down to the hem of my shirt, and her fingers played gently with the material, pushing it away from my stomach. I was certain she could feel how different I was, but she didn't shy away when her fingertips brushed against the coolness of my smooth, hard skin.

Her fingers began to roam further under my shirt, teasing me and guiding the soft material of the shirt higher and higher up my chest. I moaned at the sensation of her fingertips exploring—searching my skin for something unknown. Despite how many girls I had been with, I'd never experienced what she was doing to me. I was always in control, and it was always about giving pleasure and receiving the benefits, never about feeling another's touch.

Bella's lips left mine but her fingers remained on me, warming my skin momentarily whenever they lingered. I closed my eyes and tilted my head, arching my back slightly to get closer to the pleasing warmth. She shifted slightly, and I froze, unsure what had caused her to move. Had my differences finally registered with her?

My question was answered just moments later when her fingertips were replaced by warm, wet kisses. I had never before felt anything so… so… I couldn't even think of a way to describe it. I was quickly feeling out of my depth. I had never before shared such intimacy with someone, and I wasn't entirely sure I was comfortable with it. I was much more used to fucking a girl against a tree or the wall of an abandoned warehouse, not having her trail tender kisses across my chest on her own bed.

I wanted to stop her, but my body had a mind of its own, and my cock had definitely noticed the attention my stomach and chest were getting and was standing firmly at attention. My body was making it abundantly clear that I was not to stop under any circumstance.

I realized I just needed to claim back control over the exchange. I opened my eyes and watched as she planted a kiss just above the waistband of my jeans. The sight of it made me arch my hips toward her involuntarily. She took that as permission to continue, and her fingers began working the button on my jeans.

"Fuck, Bella," I hissed. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Why not?" she asked quietly. I saw a hint of rejection glisten in her eyes, and I wanted to reassure her.

"We only just…fuck," her fingers slipped under my waistband, "started dating and, goddamn," she popped the button of my jeans, "I want you to be sure, because if we go too far, there is no going back."

I needed to wrestle back control.

I gently slipped my fingers into Bella's hair and guided her back up my body. Once she was lying chest to chest against me, I kissed her gently. As soon as her eyes fluttered closed, I deepened the kiss and used the moment of distraction to flip us quickly.

She realized the advantage of our new positions quickly, sliding her hands up the length of my back until her fingers hooked into my t-shirt. She pulled it higher until my shoulders were uncovered. I broke the kiss reluctantly as she tugged at the material to remove it completely.

I wrapped my arms around her, pinning her tightly to the bed. I rested my chest against hers, feeling her nipples firm in response to either the chill of my skin or as a natural reaction to the hormones coursing through her.

I longed to taste the taut skin of her breasts, but I wasn't sure how she would react. She'd certainly seemed keen enough moments earlier. I pushed my hips forward, grinding my erection against her as softly as I could, and she mewed lightly before letting her legs fall further apart so I could push myself into her..

As I ground against her again, she wrapped her arms and legs around me. I buried my face into her neck, breathing deeply and knowing that our time had come. The time wasn't perfect, the place wasn't perfect, but I couldn't resist her anymore.

Having decided my course, and sensing no objection from Bella, I made short work of the night shirt she had on, dragging it up over her head. I took a moment to revel in the sight of her bare-chested before me.

I palmed one of her perfect breasts, feeling her nipple harden further to my cool touch. I shifted slightly, moving to surround the little pink bud with my lips.

She hissed and bucked against me the moment my tongue slid across her skin. I pinned her again, locking my hips into place so that she could use the prominent protrusion in my jeans to create friction. She rubbed her heat against me, and I twisted my hand into the sheet, resisting the urge to push my fingers into her sweet pussy. I'd been longing to do it since I'd brushed my fingertips against it lightly on the way to prom. I knew she wasn't ready for that; not yet.

She scrapped her fingers through my hair and pulled my face further into her skin. She didn't know the danger of what she was doing, but I was quickly becoming more and more unable to fight the urge to bite her.

"Edward, please," she begged.

I could only guess what she was asking for, and I knew I had guessed correctly when she let my hair go and searched for the zipper on my jeans. This time I didn't stop her. She quickly pushed the last of the barriers on my body away. It was still much quicker than I would have liked, but she was unlike any of the other girls. She was more like Evelyn than any of the others; she seemed so sure of herself and her sexuality. I had no idea where she had kept her quiet confidence hidden, but I was more than aroused by it. The wilting flower had somehow turned into the smoldering temptress.

Then, in a flash, the switch had flicked again. She blushed deeply as her eyes trailed across my body, taking in every part of me. I smirked wickedly at her. I knew what the sight of my hard body did to women, and even though I couldn't read her mind, I could tell by the look in her eyes that it was doing exactly the same thing to Bella.

I twisted my fingers into the waistband of Bella's pajama bottoms and panties.

"Are you sure?" I asked—as if I would be able to stop if she wasn't.

She bit her lip and nodded. Her blush deepened as I slid the material slowly down, and my gaze fell to the perfect spot between her legs. I longed to bury myself deeply into her immediately; instead, I decided to prolong the sensation for her.

I licked the insole of her foot. She squirmed and giggled.

I kissed the inside of her knee and she moaned softly.

I kissed her upper thigh, and she bucked her hips, trying to get back the friction that I'd removed.

I twisted and planted a slow, open-mouthed kiss against her clit. She cursed lightly and bucked once again. I swirled my tongue around once, and she cried out.

I planted one hand on each side of her body and trailed my tongue from her clit up toward her belly button. She wriggled deliciously beneath me.

I dropped down onto one elbow as I made my way a little further up her body, planting my lips against the side of her breast.

I shifted a little higher, rising to push my nose into the base of her neck. My lips pulled back, and my teeth brushed lightly against her throat. I moaned deeply as the promise of her taste tempted my tongue and throat.

"Oh, Edward. Oh, God," Bella panted roughly.

I knew that what I was going to do next was going to hurt her a little, but I could tell by her rough breaths and open legs that she was more than ready. I kissed her lips softly, and she wrapped herself around me. She tensed a little as I lined myself up at her entrance. I knew she was bracing herself for what was to come.

"Look at me, Bella," I murmured.

Her eyes fixed onto mine, and she relaxed momentarily. I took quick advantage of her distraction, pushing myself into her and instantly hearing the tiny snap. She'd offered me her virginity, and I'd taken it eagerly. I closed my eyes as I relished in the sensation of her warm wetness surrounding me. I was able to focus my attention completely on that one spot of my body that connected with her so perfectly. An involuntarily grunt of satisfaction slipped from my lips.

She tensed around me, no doubt as the pain of that small rip radiated throughout her body. I opened my eyes so that I could focus on her needs again.

"It's okay, Bella," I whispered against her cheek as I stroked her hair softly. I held myself completely still in order to make it easier for her. I could smell the tiny droplets of blood that seeped from the tear, which were making it so hard to stay focused, but I had to.

She nodded and shifted her hips a little, stretching herself around me. She eventually began to move more rhythmically, and her breathing picked up, so I knew she was past the worst of it. I followed the instructions her body was giving me, listening and adjusting to ensure she experienced the most profound enjoyment I could offer her; it was the least I could do for her willing sacrifice.

I slid myself almost all the way out of her little by little before pushing back into her at the same agonizingly slow pace. I fisted the sheets again, willing my hands to stay stationery and my body to retain its leisurely pace. It would have been easy to race toward the finish, but I knew there wasn't much longer left anyway, and I wanted to prolong every second.

Her mouth sought mine out, and I eagerly responded, relishing in the feel of her wet tongue gliding along my bottom lip. Her hands explored eagerly, tracing imaginary lines around my chest and back. I closed my eyes as I lost myself to the sensation of her body clenching around me. This was what it was about for me, the warmth that only humans could give, the smell of her hormones racing into her blood and the smells that hinted at the delicacy hidden just beneath her skin.

Almost too quickly, Bella started to moan loudly each time I pushed into her and cry out each time I withdrew. It was only a matter of minutes before her world would shatter around her, and the fun would really begin for me.

I shifted my body weight so that it was resting almost entirely on Bella's hips, positioning my hands on either side of her face. I stared intently down into her eyes, and she focused her entire attention on me. She reached one hand up tenderly and caressed the side of my face. I rested my cheek against her warm palm, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation of moving against her skin to skin.

All too soon, it was over. Bella gave one last throaty groan and arched her back. Her body shuddered involuntarily as I thrust against her again. I was almost saddened that our time was over, but not enough that I was willing to stop.

The thudding pulse of the skin on her exposed throat drew my attention as I moved faster within her still-throbbing body. I rested all of my weight on one arm and pulled her fingers free of my hair with the other hand. I pressed her hand against my cheek, bringing her wrist in line with my nose. I breathed deeply and felt myself reaching closer to the peak.

Years ago, when I'd first started on this path, I went straight for the jugular. That vein still drew my attention, it was easy access to my meal; however, I had learned over the years that the perfect drop flowed far too fast when taken from the neck. It poured so rapidly down my throat I barely had time to savor the taste.

Instead, I had discovered that the ulnar artery in the wrist was perfect for my needs. It supplied clean, unpolluted, highly oxygenated blood straight from the heart at the perfect flow rate; fast enough to avoid unpleasantries—like prolonged agony—but slow enough that I could enjoy every single precious drop.

I tilted my head slightly, bringing my lips to rest on Bella's wrist. I closed my eyes and whispered a near-silent thank you against her skin. I opened my mouth and allowed my teeth to do their job. I felt the slight pop as the artery was pierced, and then I felt perfection.

It started as a tiny trickle, running across my tongue and dripping slowly down the back of my throat. Each individual droplet soothed the fire in me only momentarily before being absorbed and broken down by the venom in my mouth. I pressed my lips tightly around the open wound in front of me and drew deeply of the sweet liquid. As my mouth filled with the crimson heaven, I came hard within her, tumbling over the edge and falling into oblivion, surrendering to complete and total satisfaction.

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