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A\N – I lost a lot of your on the last two chapters – Both on here and Twilighted my chapter views went down by almost 100 for each instalment… This worries me as chapter six has been my most favourite to write to date. I liked brining out Esme's true vampire. Please, don't be afraid to leave comments. If you dont like it or don't think it's canon, please tell me. I am loving telling Esme's story and will carry it on.. Reviews help me write quicker. Chapters eight and nine are complete and ready to go off to my beta so I shall not keep you waiting too long for updates.

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Chapter 7

Esme POV

I didn't feel uncomfortable as his eyes raked across my body. I could feel them burning into me and I could sense his passion and lust. I smiled as he closed the door behind us and turned the flimsy lock. I giggled nervously. If anyone wanted to come in, that little barricade was highly unlikely to stop them.

We looked at one another for a few moments. Time was, once again, standing still for us. We stood at arm's length away, both waiting for the other to make the first move. I finally met his stare and smiled before taking a step towards him, taking one of his hands.

"I need you," I quietly repeated the sentence I'd used downstairs.

Carlisle's eyes suddenly turned several shades darker than his usual ochre. They were almost black. It looked as though he'd not hunted in weeks, although he was free of the purple bruising which usually ran along side of that. His eyes were dark because he felt the same as I did. Needy. Lustful.

My already sharp senses suddenly felt even more heightened. I could smell almost every ingredient in the lemon scented floor polish I had used downstairs several days before. I could smell Carlisle's potent but delicious aroma, as well as the musky scent of the tramp that lived five blocks over from us. All of that without having to concentrate. The only scent I needed, however, was Carlisle's. His was a mixture of honey, spices and the ocean. I could pick him out from miles away, and I felt as though I were bathing in him right at that moment.

The open fire was crackling quietly as it burned away the log of cherry wood that Edward must have set upon it before our return. The glow in the room seemed so ambient and romantic.

He didn't say a word as he pulled me close. His arms wound around my waist and we moulded together. We fit perfectly, my head resting under his strong chin and angular jaw. It was as though we were made for each other.

I closed my eyes and leaned into him. I felt him inhale my scent and his entire body relaxed. I pressed my hand to his chest over his still heart. Carlisle pulled his head away slightly and leaned down, kissing my forehead. It was so tender, gentle and loving. He continued with his chaste kisses, trailing them across my temples, cheeks, jaw line and, finally, at both corners of my mouth. I wanted him to kiss me properly, and I needed to feel his mouth on mine. I longed to have his taste on my tongue. As beautiful as his kisses were, it all seemed too erotic for me in that moment. He was going too slowly, and I needed to be consumed by him.

I could not stop the frustrated moan that escaped my lips. Carlisle immediately stopped his ministrations and looked at me with concern then grinned widely when he realised that I wasn't upset, only impatient. I chewed on my lip and looked at him. His eyes were still dark and hooded as he stared at me through his lashes. "I'm sorry ma'am. Perhaps I'm doing this wrong?" he asked jokingly.

I shook my head. "No it's right. So very right. I just want more," I shyly admitted. I was silently praying that he would not think less of me for being so bold.

He searched my face for a moment before quickly capturing my lips. He ran his hands up my sides, and, just for a moment, his fingers grazed the sides of my breasts causing me to gasp into his mouth. He took the opportunity and pressed the tip of his tongue through my open lips, pushing them further apart and hunting my own, caressing it gently. My hands mirrored his, and I traced my fingers up his sculpted torso, feeling each and every perfect curve. He was marvellous.

I stepped back, pulling him with me as we backed into the wall. There was no space between our bodies, but I still needed to feel him closer. My hands moved to his hair, pulling and tugging him closer. Our mouths duelled together as though they were fighting for dominance. Carlisle's large hands that had been at the back of my neck started to work their way back down again, coming to rest on my hips and pulling me toward his now very evident arousal.

He moved his hands lower and around the curve of my rear, lifting me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs tightly around him, hoping that the lock I had on him would not crush him. His hands answered me, gripping my backside harder and pressing me harder against the wall. I could feel him straining against me, trying to control himself.

I tugged at his blond hair, ending our kiss. We panted together as I rested my forehead against his.

"Esme, love, are you ok?" he questioned as I looked into his eyes and played with the shorter hairs at the back of his neck. "I can stop if this is too much." Such a gentleman, as always.

"No, don't stop," I whispered, breathing deeply onto him. "It's not enough. I need more."

I unhooked my legs from around his waist and stood, keeping our bodies close together. My hands moved to the collar of his dress shirt and I looked at him nervously. I knew that I would have to make the first move. Even though Carlisle knew I wanted him, he would not push me. He was an almost three hundred year old virgin who I highly doubt had even touched himself inappropriately. Ever. He probably had never even indulged in his human life either because of his faith and his father's beliefs. He certainly had not as a vampire as he had confided in me that he was disgusted with what he was.

Carlisle didn't say a word, but his eyes were burning. I prayed that he wasn't bothered that my eyes were once again red. Or had my lust turned them black also? I had longed to keep them ochre like his. His eyes suddenly darkened and he moved impossibly closer. I took this small movement as his consent to carry on. My fingers trembled as I reached the first button. I took the greatest care as not to rip the shirt right off his back.

I managed the first three buttons, exposing his perfectly sculpted alabaster chest which had a fine sprinkling of pale blonde hair. I fumbled slightly, my hands shaking and slipping, causing the final three buttons to pop and fall to the floor, ripping the starched white shirt open. I carefully pulled the rest of it out of the waistband of his slacks. His suspenders were loose around his waist. He must have shrugged them off when he removed his jacket.

I moved my hands up his beautiful torso, my nails lightly scratching. Carlisle hissed softly and his head fell back, eyes closed. When I reached his shoulders, I pushed at his shirt and watched it float to the floor. Then, I waited for him to look down at me. I smiled at him and tangled my fingers with his, bringing them to the high collar of my blouse. His fingertips lightly dusted over my upper arms and around to my neck. He handled the tiny buttons far better than my fingers had.

I didn't feel uncomfortable standing before him in only my boots, skirt and camisole. It felt natural. I reached up to kiss him again, my hands moving over his chest once again. I wanted to memorize his body, and I yearned to learn exactly what he wanted. For the first time ever, I wanted to make a man happy.

I gasped as my new lover began to cautiously move his hands over my body. He caressed my arms, my back and then my stomach before gently reaching upwards and cupping a large hand over my right breast. I felt my body immediately respond to his actions. My nipples puckered under his touch, my stomach fluttered for a moment, and I experienced an unfamiliar ache between my legs.

I arched into Carlisle's hand, pushing myself closer to him as he palmed me. He nuzzled my neck and began to press soft kisses along my throat and down to my collarbone, pausing when he reached my jugular. He inhaled deeply and sucked gently on my scar. His scar. The place where he had marked me as his forever.

I could not help but moan gently, and I felt Carlisle chuckle into my neck. He pulled away, his gaze once again meeting mine. He smiled brightly, but his eyes still burned holes through me. He looked so beautiful. My fingers hovered over his waistband and traced the button. His hand came down to mine and he gently moved it away. Before I could even consider that he might be trying to stop what I was doing, he flicked at the button and sent it flying across the room where the others from his shirt had been scattered. He grinned again. I loved it because he looked so much younger and carefree when he smiled.

I raised my arms above my head, mentally asking him to remove my camisole. He did so, sliding his hands up and along my curves. I shivered in anticipation at what was to come.

His eyes raked over my naked breasts. He must have seen thousands of pairs over the years – he was a doctor after all. But, I knew this was different for him. I wasn't a patient now, and he was aware for the first time that he was allowed to look and touch for himself. I knew he could see and sense what he was doing to me. I gnawed on my lip gently as he raised both of his hands and touched me, taking each of my dark nipples between his thumb and forefingers and twisting them gently.

I saw him swallow deeply and my own venom pooled in my mouth. He was clearly aroused. I could feel him pressed up against me. His manhood was hard and thick through his clothing and throbbing into my stomach. I could also smell him. His scent was slightly different than usual – more intense somehow. I was then aware that I could smell his lust.

I pushed his slacks down and they pooled around his ankles. His underwear was different to the sort Charles had worn. These were shorter and a little looser, falling to his knees. Charles had either worn a union suit or long-johns. I had heard other women talking about the new craze in gentlemen's undergarments but had never had any interest. I liked them. Carlisle had lovely legs. His whole body was pure perfection.

Carlisle leaned down and kissed me once again. It wasn't as hungry as before but more tender. His fingers worked along the curves of my breast and waist gently. I'd never been touched so delicately. I felt loved as a woman should be for the first time in my life. I craved his touch.

"I suddenly feel over dressed," I muttered to him, gesturing to my long skirt, boots and stockings. I backed off a little and allowed Carlisle to kick his shoes off and step out of his slacks. I reached behind my back and shakily opened the buttons at the base of my spine. I managed to get the three buttons unfastened quickly without damaging the garment.

Carlisle sunk down onto his knees, his hands running down my calves. Oh my. The touch of his hands so close to my womanhood sent a new rush of heat between my thighs. He slowly began to unlace my boots before sensually pulling them off my feet and setting them aside. Then, he reached up so that his face was level with my stomach. He placed a chaste kiss upon my navel before hooking his index fingers into the waistband of my short step-ins and slowly pulled them down, leaving me bare before him, apart from my stockings and garter.

"I like these," he whispered to me, tracing a finger at the hem of my garter belt and smirking. Doctor Carlisle Cullen smirked at me. I almost lost it there and then. I felt as though I was going to combust and he had hardly touched me. I didn't think I had ever experienced a climax in my human life. Sex with Charles had always been one sided, never for my pleasure. I'd not been allowed to take control, and the times that I had consented to his actions, my job was to just lie there until he had finished. The only good thing that had ever come out of my relations with the man I had married was my precious son. My sweet William.

I felt the heat down below spread up my body. I wished that I could have blushed for him.

Carlisle got to his feet and kissed me once again. His hands were everywhere, as were mine. I could tell he was nervous as he was trying his hardest to be gentle. He didn't know how he should be touching me, but I didn't care because it felt so right. I wasn't afraid of his hands touching me in my most private places nor did I care that others may have thought that we were sinning by loving each other intimately out of wedlock.

I switched our positions quickly, pressing him back hard against the wall. Our house shook, dust fell from the ceiling and a large crack appeared, as did the perfect indent of Carlisle's back and head into the offending wall. I giggled. "Sorry, love, I got carried away."

Carlisle kissed me again, harder than he ever had before, his soft tongue demanding entry into my mouth. I granted his wish and pressed my hands hard into his chest, digging my fingers into him. His chest rumbled, and I thought I heard him purr, just like the family cat my parents had when I was a girl.

I felt his erection twitch against my thigh. I moved my hand down and lightly brushed against the front of his short underwear. He broke our kiss and his head once again rolled back. I heard the purring sound again, but this time it was definite. I decided that for all eternity, it would be one of my favourite sounds and that I would strive to make my lover purras often as possible.

"Esme," he muttered under his breath, his hands gripping at my breasts.

"Is this okay?" I asked. "Can I see you now?"

"Oh, Esme, for all that is holy...please," he whispered breathlessly as his thumbs stroked at my pert nipples.

Before I had the chance to remove his final item of clothing, his hands left my chest and he hastily tore at his underwear, ripping them clean in two.

He was huge. I'd obviously not had much experience when it came to male genitalia, but I knew that Carlisle was well endowed. His penis looked as smooth as brushed velvet. I reached out and gently touched him. He felt like velvet, so silky compared to the rest of his marble body. He felt warmer there, too. I attentively wrapped my fingers around his length, causing Carlisle to moan loudly. I felt him twitch and throb repeatedly in my hand.

"Esme, my love," he began, his hand touching my face. "You need to stop for a moment. I can't...I won't last long if you carry on. If I'm going to climax, I need you to do so first," he told me.

Then his hand came to rest at the junction of my thighs, and his fingers caressed the soft hair on my mound. He played there for a moment as my hands came to rest on his biceps. He trailed his fingers lower and came into contact with my center.

"You are so wet, darling…I never dreamed you would be like this for me."

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. I felt breathless – which when I thought about it, seemed a little mad seeing as we didn't need to breathe – but I couldn't control myself or my body. I felt so…human.

I tried to stifle my groan as he pushed two fingers gently into my aching heat. I felt my knees start to buckle when he sunk his long digits into me. I braced myself against his strong arms as his hand began its ministrations, slowly moving in and out. He twisted his thumb up so that it brushed up against me when he moved. It was the most intense and perfect thing I had ever felt. My stomach began to tighten and the ache within me built up. My inner muscles started to contract involuntary and I trembled. I fought to keep my eyes open and locked onto his, but it was impossible.

Carlisle watched me closely, and I felt him begin to move faster, his thrusting becoming harder. His thumb pressed down at the front of my sex, and he rubbed tiny circles there.

"Oh, God," I called out as I felt my whole body convulse. I felt myself get hotter and hotter. I rocked my hips, meeting his hand before I stopped, unable to do anything more. Heat rushed through me and I thought I was floating on a sea of bliss. I came down off of my high and loosened my hold on Carlisle's arms. Cracks had appeared where I had almost crushed him.

"Don't worry, my love. It's fine." He was right. His stone skin repaired itself after he spoke. "It didn't hurt. I half expected it to happen," he murmured, his eyes gleaming at me.

I panted and kissed him softly, the wetness between my legs so obvious and the need still there. I could smell myself on him.

"Please…make love to me, now. Take me," I urged him, pulling him back to me. I took his engorged member in my hand and stroked him from one end to the other three times before pulling him down on top of me upon the wooden floorboards.

He hovered above me, resting on his elbows, not wanting to put his full weight upon me. I parted my knees and drew him down onto me as I wrapped my stocking-clad legs around his waist. He shifted his weight once again, and his erection touched my sex. I moved against him, coating him in my wetness.

"Are you sure? You really want me like this, my love?" He seemed so uncertain of himself.

"If you want me this way, then I want you," I assured him. I arched my back, giving him easier access. The head of his length was level with my center. All that was needed was a small, one-inch movement south on my behalf and he would have been inside of me.

Carlisle nodded. "Oh, I want you. But please, tell me if it's not how you like it." He was nervous. The thought of the act – the thought of not pleasing me – was plaguing his mind.

"Shhh," I whispered, kissing him softly. "No one has ever made love to me, Carlisle. I want this to be my first time, too." He seemed pleased with my words and moved closer, pressing into me slightly. My body hummed quietly as he eased himself inside of me. When Carlisle could go no further, he opened his eyes. Our gazes locked and for the first time in either of my lives, I knew I was totally whole. We were made to be together. Our bodies fit perfectly – like a jigsaw puzzle. He waited two and a half centuries for me, and I realised then that I had met him when I was sixteen years old for a reason. Everything that had happened in my less than perfect human existence happened because I would end up with Carlisle.

When we were completely joined, Carlisle smiled. He looked shy but almost triumphant as he cast his eyes down and glanced at where we had become one. After just a little shy of two and a half centuries, he was no longer innocent.

Carlisle moved slowly, wriggling his hips as though he were testing me. His eyes never left mine as he began to slide in and out of me. I tightened my legs around him and arched my back more, moving with him and meeting his gentle thrusts. Being with him was so different to what I remembered of how it had been with Charles. Carlisle's movements were soft and tender, almost fluid, as he sunk as deeply into my core as he could go. He leaned down and kissed me. I threw myself into the kiss, eagerly pushing my tongue into his mouth and searching out his. My arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer to me. I needed more.

"Is…is this okay, my love? Are you ok?" he asked me, panting lightly.

I smiled and nodded. "Amazing, darling. Please, never stop loving me," I whispered breathlessly.

Carlisle pulled me up so that I was sitting on his lap with him still inside of me. Our chests moulded together and our arms held each other close. He started to thrust upwards, harder than before. Oh God. It was so much deeper and so much more intense, but still passionate and loving. I had a perfect man making sweet love to me, and I loved it.

"You are so amazing. This is perfect," I whispered, rocking above him, the friction between our bodies intensifying. "I love you so much," I told him over and over.

"As I love you," he responded, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he pumped into me harder. The wonderful tightening and warm sensation returned, and I felt my whole body start to prepare itself for its second ever orgasm.

I felt his body tense, also, and I knew that he was on the brink of climax. I rocked harder onto him, tensing the muscles of my sex around his length as I came again with a growl. Carlisle shortly followed, the earlier purring becoming almost a roar. He loudly moaned as his erection pulsed within me, filling my body with his cool seed.

Our bodies hummed in unison as we both came down together. Carlisle kissed me all over my face and neck gently. Suddenly, all those innocent kisses felt wildly erotic. I knew that nothing between us would ever be the same again. We belonged to each other for eternity.

We looked at each other longingly for what could have been hours, not speaking any words. Nothing needed to be spoken. His eyes told me everything.

As dawn broke, we knew that Edward would soon be returning home, and it would be rather embarrassing for the poor boy to walk in on a private situation. I knew that Carlisle and I would be mortified too. We slowly untangled our limbs and dressed one another.

He broke the silence and wrapped his arms lovingly around my waist. "Esme, you have given me everything. This was the happiest night of my life. I have never felt so wanted."

I smiled and agreed with him.

He kissed my cheek softly before getting down on one knee in front of me.

"I can't help but feel like we have done this the wrong way around, my love, but I feel so strongly for you, and I would like you to make me an honest man. Will you please be my wife? Marry me, my darling."

His eyes were the brightest shade of amber that I had ever seen, and his white teeth gleamed at me as he smiled.

My hand flew to my mouth at his beautiful words. I had never expected a proposal from him, although I should have known that it would eventually come, Carlisle being such a proper and moral gentleman.

"Of course I will," I sobbed. My eyes stung from the venom collecting under my eyelids. I blinked several times, wishing I could cry for him. The tears never came, as usual.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out. Holding his palm flat, Carlisle produced a small velour bag and shook it gently. A delicate, shiny object landed in his open hand – a small ring with a pretty gold band and a single stone. So beautiful.

"I've had it months," he confessed as he took my left hand and slipped the ring onto my forth finger. It was the perfect fit, of course.

We gazed at each other for a long moment when we heard Edward's light footsteps approach the house. When he opened the front door, he laughed gently and spoke. "I'm glad you said yes, Esme. If not, I think we would be picking pieces of him up off the floor," he joked.

Of course I said 'yes,' daft boy, I thought to him, smiling. Carlisle could tell that I was having a silent conversation with our younger companion.

"You complete me, and I promise to love and care for you always, my dear," I told him. I could not wipe the grin off my face. He had made me the happiest woman alive.

I knew that I would never forget about my previous life, even if I were to live thousands of years – which was highly plausible. I would never forgive Charles, although being with Carlisle would ease the pain of the memories. I would never forget William. He was safe in heaven, and Carlisle told me that he would watch over me and protect us. William would always be with me in some way or another. Carlisle also told me that God works in mysterious ways, and that he would challenge us all.

The start of my new life was just beginning. I had no idea what the next few decades would bring, but I looked forward to sharing every moment with my new family.


My Fic Rec this week is "Dont Take The Girl" by Sparkling Wand...

"Charlie Swan agreed to take 8 yr old Edward Cullen on one of his & Bella's weekend fishing trips. Little did he know he opened the door to a life long friendship & romance. Follow E&B through their life. AH B&E."

It's a fantastic ALL HUMAN work in progress, currently 18 chapters in. Its a very good and engrossing read. Please give it a try and add to your favourites.

http:/www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/5930569/1/Dont_Take_the_Girl