The Orbiting Meteor

by IdreamofEddy

Three and half years after escaping from the mythological and heartbreaking world of Forks, Bella is moving on with her life. What happens when a mysterious stranger catapults her back into the world she so desperately wanted to leave behind? AU/OC/OOC.

10. Chapter 9 Abberations of Nature

Chapter 9. Aberrations of Nature.

AN: Thanks for reading.

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*P*E*T*E*R*

"You know what? I hate you. I wish I never met Edward. I wish I never met any of them. And I wish to God I never met you. What is it, is it some sick, fucking twisted game you all like to play? Let's see how many different ways we can break her fucking heart? Is that what this is? Y...You tell me Peter. Tell me! Tell me why I shouldn't wish why I never met you. Goddamn it! You, of all people! Why did you do this to me?!

"Because I'm not like him. I'm not like any of them. I didn't want to hurt you, but I couldn't tell you the truth because I'd thought I'd lose you. And I can't lose you, Bella. I can't lose you now."

"I've never been yours to lose. Take me home."

"Are you alright?"

I looked down at her face and brushed her lips with my thumb. She was looking up at me with half-lidded eyes filled with concern.

"Yes, I'm more than alright. We'll be home in ten minutes. Close your eyes, Bella."

I was taking her home. But I wasn't taking her to the one that was just hers. It was strange. It all felt so foreign, and that made it scary as hell. It was unknown territory for me. But we were together, and that was all that mattered. That's the only thing that made it alright.

That known future, that future that I lived my life by for the last nineteen years, was still fresh in my mind.

I should have been in my truck on the way back to her house telling her the rest of my story, all of it. My history with Charlotte, and what happened with Jasper. But the future changed again up on that mountain; and I didn't know what to make of it.

The thought of that was now was really doing a number on me, because she had no choice but to listen. Just like I gave her no way out on that pinnacle, She would have had to sit in the seat next to me and I would have forced Bella into listening to me as we drove back to her house.

We would have sat in front of her house in my truck talking about my childhood and my life in Texas. That's when I would have told her about my family, and that's when she would have told me about Renee and Charlie.

But that was yesterday, and everything was just completely fucked.

Well, not completely.

I would have managed to win back some of her trust, I would have managed to make her understand why I had lied. It didn't make it right, all it did was make her understand why I felt the need to lie to her.

I would have walked her to her door, and kissed her goodnight. At that, it would have been just a simple kiss; nothing passionate at all. And it wouldn't have led to more. Pretty goddamn disappointing compared to what I had experienced so far.

I was far from complaining, but internally freaking the fuck out. The future had changed again, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why or how.

Tonight was supposed to be the first time we spent any length of time together. She would have called the next day and we would have made plans to go out a week from Monday to the orchard. But in a way, it was so much better. It was everything it should have been and more. As scared as I was that the future had changed, I couldn't really complain about it. She was coming home with me.

We were going to make love. Needless to say, I had been looking forward to this moment for almost her entire life. And while it was certainly a large step for Bella to take because she was not one for casual sex, it had more meaning for me. I did not consider it 'casual', by no means. But I guess she didn't either.

It had been over twenty one years since I had been with a woman. I was going to make love to Bella. There were no words that could accurately describe everything that meant to me. It was both a terrifying prospect and one I would hold to memory for the rest of my unnatural life.

And it would be wonderful. Maybe.

Dreaming it and living it were two different things. I could remember easily the beauty of it, but feeling it was a completely different matter. The coil in my belly wasn't just because I'd been sporting a hard on for the last forty five minutes. It was also holding me together, because I was sure when I felt her, I would fall apart. It wasn't just her body, it was Bella.

With breasts. With soft and warm skin that burned with a lustful fever. With firm and strong legs that would wrap around my hips and hold me to her. With small hands that would grip my arms yet be completely delicate. With brown eyes and full lips, puffed up because they had kissed me so much already.

How was I supposed to be with her, and not cry?

She was no longer being handed to me on a silver platter. The future was now unknown. I was psychologically breaking down with lust and love raging through my mind. Jasper could have a whole lot of fun with my head.

But it all just felt so right; in the same aspect. I was taking her home to our home. To hopefully make love in a bed that would soak up her scent and a bed that I could watch her sleep in as I laid next to her.

And I was going to get laid. She was going to be mine.

I would pity the motherfucker who ever unintentionally touched her ass by accident again. I would pity the motherfucker that just looked at her wrong and wouldn't say please when he ordered his fucking drink. I wanted to mark her and show her off to every guy that ever looked at her twice and I wanted to say, 'You see this? She's mine. If you touch her, if you hurt her, I'll pull your goddamn heart out of your chest and lick the blood off the goddamn thing while you're still alive to watch.'

I could afford to be a little possessive now.

Back on the pinnacle, I stroked the pale and smooth skin underneath the delicate arch of her jaw with my fingers, waiting for her answer when I asked her to come home with me. Even with frigid hands, the heat coming off of her was nothing I had ever experienced. I wanted to be sheathed inside her hot depths, because I was a selfish bastard that didn't want to wait any longer. I wanted her, I wanted her body and I wanted her nails on my back, caressing my skin, trying to find purchase. I wanted her warm little tongue in my mouth, and I wanted her hips rocking under mine. I wanted to possess her just like she's possessed me all these years.

I wanted it all.

The future had changed. Our entire relationship was progressing at a wonderfully alarming rate, and I wanted all of her. There was just one small problem. One that I hope didn't rear it's ugly head until we got well on our way home. Not that he was ugly. But coming in my jeans would be.

I was suffering from a little bit of performance anxiety. I had only been with one woman and I hadn't been with her for years. I was more than a little nervous. It might have been a normal reaction for me to have, but it was just a little bit disconcerting especially after being boisterous with Bella about all the things I wanted to do to her.

When she told me yes, I think a very, very, small part of me was hoping she would have said no. Sex was a big, fucking step.

"I lied."

"You really are a lying bastard. You know that?"

"I am a lying bastard, and I've lied to get what I want. What do I want, Bella? Tell me."

I had emphasized my point my reaching underneath her ass and tucked her closer while grinding into her center even more. She had let out the most throatiest groan ever, and arched into me.

"You want..me."

"Don't think about it, just come home with me. Make love with me. Say yes."

Her lips were parted, breathing in the cool night air. I pushed into once more and I watched her eyes roll back inside her head.

"Take me home."

That had given me some pause, because in the known future those were the same three words she uttered, and the confusion at her statement must have shown on my face. She had managed though to quickly erase the confusion and panic that started to show itself.

She lunged up, capturing my lips with hers, and that was all it took for me to understand.

I had her back to the truck in nine seconds flat. Which was a huge fucking mistake on my part. Huge. At least that's what I thought when we reached the parking lot, and she yelled at me to find her a bathroom.

I had ran her back to the truck, through the trees that evening dew had settled on. By the time we came out into the grasslands, the legs on her jeans and her shoes and socks were soaked. I took her to the first bathroom I could find. A port-a-potty. The foulest thing on the face of the earth. She wobbled in the nine second ride back to the parking lot nearly scared the piss right out of her. She staggered out looking like she need to throw up.

She wasn't mad, but she said she had a case of head rush. I had her lay down in the front seat to rest while I drove us home.

At one point, I began to think that making love to her would be a bad idea. She went through some emotional shit, not to mention she pretty much had been jostled around quite a lot. I might have been looking for a reason to hold off, but I also wanted it. I needed it. I needed her.

As the first few minutes of the drive ticked by, the brain in my dick took over, and I was pretty much driving both of us insane. Her breaths were long and deep, and her heart pounded on the walls of her chest cavity. Her head rested against my thigh, as she sprawled out on the front seat. She was flat on her back, her legs bent at the knees.

The lights from the dashboard made her face glow, and she was beautiful.

I had taken her shoes and socks off for her when I put her in the truck and turned the heat on. She was curling her toes now out of nervousness.

I worked my free hand through her hair, running my fingers across the silky skin of her face and her swelled lips.

She had taken off both the poncho and her hoodie, and I was running my hand all over her neck; and down her chest. Down between the swells of her breasts, occasionally sliding my hand over to her breasts; and cupping them in my palm.

My lips would kiss them.

The little feminine sighs and moans she let out were slowly torturing me to the point where pulling out my dick and giving it a good jerk seemed like a very good idea. I thought about pulling over, telling her I need to check a tire or something; because I was sure to come immediately when I slipped inside her. I was sure of it.

If she was worried about how fast I was driving, she wasn't showing it. I was pushing eighty five and we had about fifteen, twenty minutes left to drive. We had only left Albuquerque twenty minutes before, traffic was light even though it was only around eleven at night.

It was best not to talk; because talking killed the mood, so I did very little of it. So did she.

Words weren't needed. We were both nervous, and both in need of a little quiet time in order to accept and think about what we were about to do. I'm sure she still had her reservations about sleeping with me so soon, but I also thought she figured out a long time ago that you just couldn't follow the same protocol or hold the same values when your associating romantically with the dead. We just weren't that fucking patient. At least I wasn't. And even though I was nervous, I was far from being prude about it.

It was obvious too, that there would be no going back. She would not be changing her mind. She needed this just as much as I needed it. But if she did, I would have still tried to convince her to stay the night, just so I could hold her while she slept and cook her breakfast when she woke up. I always wanted to do both. Always.

Sex wasn't everything, but it was one hell of a relationship booster. I needed both, and only with her.

She sighed loudly and I looked down. Her delicate little eyebrows were furrowed in confusion or worry, and she was frowning.

"What are you thinking about?"

Her lips lifted into a little grin, and I watched her lick them with her tongue. She breathed out.

"Music."

Okay.

"Do you want me to put something on?"

"No, I'm just thinking. Be quiet," she scolded quietly. Her fingers traced imaginary patterns on the top of my hand as it rested against her neck.

I didn't say anything else. It was bad enough she had told me that I talked too fucking much, and that shit was just mean. Plus I was bound and determined not to fuck up anymore.

I no longer had her figured out. Hell, I didn't even have myself figured out anymore, which really didn't help matters.

I broke down like a fucking sissy; a complete fucking Nancy, and there wasn't anything I could do to stop it. I had succumb to the panic, to the thought of losing her. I was dreading her reaction to the truth about Jasper, and I was afraid of Bella.

Her gaze alone was capable of burning a hole right into my very soul, and that was when she was happy. Pissing her off seemed to break me down into a large puddle of primordial goo.

I had thought I was going to lose Bella. I was dismayed at the intensity of the self-destruction I felt, because I really did feel like I was crumbling to pieces. For a moment, I wanted to die.

The lie was a cancer, the regret and guilt growing because I was withholding the truth. I could never hurt Bella; but the truth was going to hurt her no matter what.

Honesty always wasn't the best thing.

Goddamn, there were so many lies, so many truths for her to yet discover. She already knew I was capable of it; but she had no idea who I was to her. To Bella, my entire presence in her life would be a lie. All the lies, they were all for gaining her love. But lies were what they were; even if they were attached to something as beautiful as a miracle.

I Hate You.

Those three little words were something I never wanted to hear her utter, especially not to me. I had dreaded it for nineteen years. There was no doubt that she saw how the weight of the lies about Jasper tortured me. She had given it consideration. She had thought about it, and the future changed again.

I uttered those three same words twenty one years ago. And at that time, I had meant it. But the fact was I missed Jasper. Still loved him, in fact. But I had done enough damage and so did he.

The future had changed; and I was a fool to think I could put it back on course. Bella was already in love with me. And though she didn't say it, I knew she was. It wouldn't matter how long it took for her to say it, to admit it out loud for herself. I already knew it, and I could feel it. That was enough for me.

It was the best feeling I had ever had.

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*B*E*L*L*A*

Crazy is as crazy does, and I threw sanity out the window years ago.

But I experienced plenty of sane moments with Peter. So I knew I wasn't completely out of my mind in telling him yes. Yes I would go home with you. Yes I wanted to make love with you. I needed it, and I needed him.

I was hopelessly in love with him. And falling in love with someone so quickly was something I swore I would never let myself do again. Especially not with a vampire. I was insane.

And sanity would mean I wouldn't be hearing and feeling the most beautiful feeling coming from such a simple thing as Peter's touch, yet that's exactly what I felt. And heard. So maybe I was insane. Who the fuck cared? I didn't.

There was no way to really describe it, and the only thing I could conclude was Peter's body was singing to me. He was calling me, silently without words, and without notes. The hum I heard in my ears and felt throughout my body was completely unexplainable. But the more he touched me the more I could hear different tones and pitches inside my ears.

When he touched me, it was like his hand was pulling every molecule and cell out of my body and up into his hand.

The sensation was amazing. The hot trails he left over my face and down my chest, spread throughout my body; exciting me, and turning me to goo. It felt like he was stroking the inside of my skin.

It was comforting, and the effect I felt was drug-like. It was the most beautiful combination of heightened desire and stimulated relaxation experienced all at once. Or like having an orgasm and falling asleep immediately afterward. It was just all so intense.

Which sleeping wasn't a fucking option, because I really wanted to know if it would be the same once he was inside me, and that's where I wanted him.

I told him to take me home. To his home. The feelings I was having I discovered after our trip down the mountain, and at first I thought it was the residual effects of the run down.

It had been cold and wet. He had been going so much faster than before, that I hadn't even had time to prepare my bladder.

I couldn't be angry with him, it was very obvious he was extremely excited and nervous himself. He hadn't even bothered to throw me on his back, he cradled me to his chest and tucked my head into the crook of his arm.

I had an overwhelming sense of déjà vu on the trip down, but I couldn't figure out where it was coming at me from. A dream maybe, or maybe a past experience with Alice or Edward. My subconscious was trying to place it with something, but I had no idea what.

The humming in my ears wouldn't stop. It just kept building with every caress, until it was just an effect I figured out I was experiencing from his touch. I was laying across the front seat, a bump in the middle of the seat where the console usually sat made my back a little uncomfortable. The seat belt buckle was lodged into my ass, but I was in heaven.

The only thing I wanted was his hand to travel lower, because the sinful ache between my legs was increasing with every caress down my chest.

I looked up at him. The blue glow from the dashboard illuminated his face beautifully in the dark. He was neither smiling nor frowning. Seriousness graced the features of his square and chiseled jaw; his full lips and his broad forehead. In the darkness, I could see his eyes still shined with black depth. It didn't escape my notice that he was deep in thought. He was nervous, too.

Intimacy was still in a way foreign to me. I had only slept with Jake, so it wasn't like I didn't know what to expect, or how to pleasure a man. But Peter wasn't an ordinary man, and I was worried that I possibly I couldn't please him when it came to making love. Plus I would have been a fool not to admit to myself that I was a little concerned about what kind of power and strength he was capable of wielding in the throws of ecstasy.

I was also a little excited about that notion, too.

I stared at him for what felt like minutes before Peter finally looked down at me. He smiled while brushing his thumb across my lips. The truck was slowing down, taking an exit off the interstate, and coming to a stop.

The red glow filtering in through the windshield told me we were at a stoplight.

"Where are we?"

"We're on the southeast side of Santa Fe, off the exit ramp for Old Las Vegas."

Just then I heard another car pull up to the light to the right of Peter's truck. It wasn't so much that I heard the car, what I heard was the bass pumping and the synthesizer beat of music. Lady Ga Ga; and the song Love Game. The frame of the car or whatever it was next to us was vibrating so badly it was almost to the point you could swear the bolts were coming undone.

Peter was looking out the side window.

'Let's have some fun this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick-don't think too much just bust that kick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.'

"Jesus Fuckin' Christ."

Peter was shaking his head in disgust while I was losing it. He made a right turn. I reached up and cupped his cheek, while he smiled and chuckled in response to my laughter.

"I really can't stand that shit." He said quietly.

"I can tell. Where do you live, anyway?" He resumed caressing my neck, swiping his hand down my breastbone. I had a hard time catching my breath to talk.

"Just a little northeast of the village in Canada De Los Alamos. You know where that's at?"

"You live up there?"

That was mountain territory, close to the Sangre De Christo Range in Santa Fe National Forest. It wasn't surprising, I couldn't see Peter living in the suburbs.

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. His voice sounded thick. "My place sits on a small ridge, so the view's great. I own ten acres surrounding the house. I'll show you around tomorrow. "How um..are you feeling? Do you feel better?" He looked down at me intently, and a little concerned.

"I'm just fine, I have been for awhile now."

A small grin threatened to cross his lips. "Good."

Peter's eyes flickered back and forth between the road and the path his hand was taking. He moved down my chest, and then moved over my heart, massaging and cupping my breast.

The hum got more intense, to the point where the sensation felt like a vibration running throughout my skin and bones. I struggled for breath as his hand kept exploring; watching his eyes flicker back and forth between the road and where his hand traveled. Cool fingers splayed out caressed my abdomen, and he wasn't stopping there.

He didn't move his hand back up, and he looked into my eyes as his hand continued down. Over the button of my jeans, past my lower abdomen, cupping and rubbing my mound.

The sound that came out of me sounded strangled. A moan that would only get more pronounced. I watched him melt and let out his own groan. It sounded almost agonizing.

"Jesus Christ, Bella. Your smell. You smell so good." He drawled out, his voice vibrating. His hand was moving back up to my stomach, to my breasts...

"God, Peter. Don't stop."

"I'm not."

"Drive faster."

"I can't. I'm all ready pushing it. And your not wearing your fucking seat belt." He said shakily.

"Hurry."

"I am."

My shirt was riding up with every touch, every rub along my torso. When his hand came into contact with my skin, he left burning trails across my stomach. I noticed his hand was starting to shake just ever so slightly, especially when his fingers dipped underneath the waistband of my jeans.

I imagined his hands all over my body, groping the flesh of my breasts and teasing my nipples with his fingers. I was aching for him all over. I imagined his fingers stroking me, teasing me. I wanted to know just exactly what those hands of his could do.

I lost all track of time as his caresses grew more frantic, the only thing I could tell was we were heading up in elevation and the road was quite curvy. After awhile, the road changed and we were driving on gravel. I opened my eyes and looked out the passenger window to a line of Ponderosa pines on the edge of the road.

He slowed only somewhat and made a sharp turn left, finally coming to a stop. I would have flown forward hadn't been for his arm holding me down.

"We're home," Peter said, relieved. He helped me sit up. I looked briefly out the window while moving over to the door. It was dark but the moon was out, and high in the sky.

Peter had parked outside of his garage on the west side of the front of his home. It looked like an architectural dream house from the outside, heavily surrounded by trees. The curving patterns told me it was an adobe along with intricate bricking, but I couldn't see that well in the dark was the color scheme was.

Not only that, but because Peter had my door opened in a flash looking wild and little bit deranged. He grabbed me underneath my arms and pulled me forward. His lips crashed down to mine moving frantically and passionately. His taste quickly overtook me, and the hum I heard was so loud, it drowned out my heartbeat. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he picked me up, kicking the door of the truck shut with his foot.

He walked at a human pace, although rather quickly down a sidewalk of sorts. He fumbled with the key as he unlocked the door, and I heard the dull steps of his feet on a bare floor as the door swung shut loudly. He stepped down once, and walk into a room with another bare floor.

His kiss continued to consume me, his tongue working wonders inside my mouth. My blood was boiling and I was growing wetter by the second. I was already desperate for the need to feel him inside me.

He walked us down a hallway, and into a room.

He broke away long enough to lift my tank top over my head in one fluid motion with one hand; supporting my backside as I let go to raised my arms up. My legs were wrapped around his waist. When I braced myself around his neck and arm again with my hands, he pried my legs away; and I sunk down to the floor.

Peter broke away from my lips, and turned me around quickly. He pulled me against him firmly, and pressed a rather impressive erection into my backside.

His hands were at my waist; unbuttoning my jeans and pulling the zipper down. We were both panting very loudly.

He leaned down over my shoulder and turned my chin to kiss me; penetrating my mouth with his tongue. He groaned into my mouth with desperation.

His hands were exploring my torso, cupping my breasts still trapped inside my bra. His right hand moved down into my jeans; palming me in my underwear, which I never should have worn in the first place.

He broke our kiss; and he kissed frantically down my cheek; to my jawline and down my neck. He moved to my shoulder and swept my hair to the left side, groaning and purring as he tasted my skin. I opened my eyes for no particular reason at all, but I caught the sight of the room we were in.

It was beautiful. A large bay window took up an entire wall, and continued to curve around to another wall before stopping half way in the middle. I could see the mountains to the east. Moonlight illuminated the room through the tinted windows, casting everything in a glowing blue light. It was a large open space, and in the corner by a closet was a tilted six wooden dresser. The bedroom pieces all matched, made of some dark colored wood with intricate designs on the front of the drawers.

Another dresser was underneath the bay window on the far side of the room, that one long and wide. The bed was a king size poster bed with large thick impressive posts and a unique lathe design. The duvet on the bed was a burgundy or deep red; the bed itself loaded down with bed pillows and accent pillows that matched the round pile high rug underneath the bed, on a polished concrete floor.

It looked like a kaleidoscope, with reds, browns, blacks, and yellows. There was some kind of carved chest at the bottom of the bed.

Peter was licking and sucking the flesh along my spine; his cold breath pricked my skin. He was setting me on fire while giving me goosebumps.

He unclasped my bra, sending another chill through my nerves. He lowered the straps off my shoulders and took it off, while still kissing down my spine.

He had crouched down or gotten on his knees, I didn't know which. I didn't really care, because his hands were running down my ass. Down my hips, down and over my thighs. I closed my eyes, and tried to stay quiet. His hands were large, their touch powerful. They made me feel wanted.

His hands came up to the waist of my jeans. He pulled them down along with my underwear. He helped me step out of them while holding me up at the same time. My legs were shaking.

He moved back up behind me slowly. Peter wasn't kissing me anymore. He was looking at me. I could feel him looking at me. I wanted to turn around, but I was a little afraid. I was naked, and more than a little self-conscious.

His hands moved up my calves. Then up my thighs. Over my hips, to my stomach, and to my breasts that he squeezed lightly with his palms. I closed my eyes again, aware of every point he touched, trails of fire lit all over my body. I could feel him all the way to my marrow.

Peter took my shoulders, and gently turned me around. I opened my eyes to look up into his.. He stepped away a little, and he was shrouded in darkness, but I could see well enough to see that he was looking at me with hooded eyes. They shifted slowly down my neck and lingered on my breasts. My nipples were hard. I didn't have look down to see that, they were aching badly.

He continued to look me over, his eyes widening, and he looked positively captivated. Still, being exposed before him while he was still clothed was intimidating, and it made me nervous.

His eyes lingered forever between my legs. He even looked at them, and then his eyes moved back up to look between them again.

I wavered on my feet, and he looked up at me. There was so much emotion on his face it was almost staggering.

For someone who didn't need to breathe, he sure had a hard time catching his breath, because it looked like he was struggling for air. He just stood there, his thick arms down at his sides.

"You're are those most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He said thickly.

I didn't know what to say, I guess a thank you would have been appropriate, but I found myself unable to even form the words. He made me believe he thought so, though. The reverence in his voice could not be compared with any compliment I had ever earned.

I took a deep breath. "Peter,"

He came forward so quickly, I almost missed his advance. Peter grabbed the sides of my head firmly, tilted my face up and I thought his lips were going to crash down onto mine with force; and need.

Instead, he put his lips on my softly; and the burn I felt from just this simple contact burned through every muscle of my body. It made my skin tingle all over, and just this tender kiss was enough to make me gasp.

His tongue entered my mouth and stroked my own. He pulled out and pulled back, his lips brushing mine and I opened my eyes.

His black eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, it was just the reflection of the moonlight probably. But they were filled with so much desire, so much love, and with a promise of ecstasy. My body was boiling for him, and I could feel the wetness between my legs increase with such a prospect.

"Jesus, Peter. I..."

I think I am in love with you.

His lips cut me off and his tongue took over again caressing my own. The pounding in my chest made it hard to breathe; and I felt like I was almost to the point of suffocating.

The hum was almost a roar. His hands trailed down my spine, coming to rest on my hips. He pulled me tightly against him. I could feel a half purr, half groan resonating through his chest and the vibrations I felt in my breasts. My nipples felt achingly tight.

The ache in my pelvis was almost unbearable. It was so tight it demanded to be attended to.

My hands moved on their own accord. They wanted him naked, too. I was lifting up his shirt, and I could only get so far because he was caressing my back; and his hands squeezed and traveled down to squeeze my ass softly. He instantly broke away for just a moment so he could remove his own shirt.

He was so perfect; his alabaster skin seemed to glow in the dark. I reached up, my hands a little shaky. I felt the thick bands of muscles in his shoulders; and his hard chest.

His body was insanely hard. Chiseled out of granite, he did have the body of a God. Peter's chest was hairless, almost smooth. I felt defined pectorals with sporadic raised portions of crescent shaped skin. Scars.

Scars I couldn't see, and there were so many I couldn't even begin to fathom what he must have endured so many years ago. Scars that made him just as dangerous as he was caring, level headed, and thoughtful.

I could cry for what he had lived through. I could love him and the scars for the man that he was now.

When he pulled me back against him, the cold contact that my breasts made with his ribcage caused me to moan out. It was such a wonderful ache, such a profound lustful feeling that shot through my spine, and caused me to shudder. Not because he was cold, because touching him just did that. His body made mine hum, and his taste was a drug I was addicted to.

Peter latched onto my mouth again. His tongue forced it's way between my lips. He pulled away only to force his way inside my mouth again. And again. A rhythmic penetration and a promise of what to come.

Me. Him. Us! I was in love with his hands and I was in love with him.

I could feel the hard and thick length of him against my stomach. He held my hips firmly. The purr coming out of him was more pronounced, the animal caged inside him demanding release.

He pulled away from my mouth, kissing and sucking the skin underneath my jaw bone, my neck was stretched up for him, my head falling back on my own shoulders. As he assaulted my neck, he spoke thickly.

"Do you want me, Bella?"

"Yes. God, yes," I told him. My own voice was shaking, a little throaty.

"Show me where you want me. Take my hand and show me where you want me." He whispered.

His voice was vibrating with need so bad I couldn't imagine the determination it took to control the need to just throw me down and ravish my body with rabid intensity that would probably kill me.

That just didn't seem like such a bad thing.

Peter's hand was hesitating in-between us; at the top of my chest. I was tracing muscles; running over a patch of raise marks on the back of his shoulder. He was serious. He wanted me to show him. I took his hand with mine. I had a serious case of the tremors. I was nervous and excited. It was a little disconcerting, but I put some bravery into it.

I moved away from him a little, and I kept my eyes closed. I placed his hand on my neck and I slowly guided it lower onto my chest, coming to rest on my left breast. His hand stayed lax underneath mine, and I squeezed my own breast with his. He growled the sexiest sound I ever heard. His thumb ran across my nipple, and my body jerked and I cried out.

"God, your breasts are beautiful. They're so beautiful. So perfect. Show me, Bella. Show me where else." he said, his voice trembling.

Peter continued to assault my neck, along the artery that fed my heart. The same place he no doubt left a mark on no less than an hour and half ago.

I moved his hand down my stomach, gasping for air, gasping for life. It literally felt like he was sucking it all away, without even doing so.

It was erotic, intimidating, and embarrassing all at the same time. And it took a second to push away the reservations I felt.

I moved his hand between my legs, and cried out when he palmed my core. He traced my slit with his finger, dipping inside. He quickly found my nub; where he began to run circles.My body jerked involuntarily.

"God, Bella, you're burning up." Peter growled out.

"Peter, I.." Need you inside me, need your mouth on me, all over me.

My words had been cut off again. He took my lips with his and with a raw edge. Our teeth contacted and his tongue was in my mouth. I didn't know how many times I had kissed him, but each one was better than the last. All of them passionate, erotic, and loving.

Peter's hand moved away from me. He broke away from my mouth. He dipped down and lifted me up by the back of my thighs. I quickly placed my arms around him wrapped my legs around his hips. He walked us over to the bed, and sat me on the edge, untangling himself from my limbs. Those thick banded shoulders shuddered with excitement, and I wondered what it would feel like to be underneath him.

His eyes bore into mine. Black eyes hooded with lust and so much intent, it was almost frightening; because they made him look thirsty.

He lowered himself to his knees slowly, using his hands to push my thighs open. His eyes raked down my torso like I was dinner. I leaned back and he leaned forward; kissing my lips softly, kissing and using his tongue to taste my skin. He went exaggerating slow down my jaw and down my neck to my collar bones. His hands were massaging the top and insides of my thighs. He brought them up to take my hands away from his biceps, placing them on the edge of the bed.

I was far from being quiet, but I couldn't care less. Peter's lips and tongue were moving down my chest, sucking on the flesh of my left breast. I arched into him, grinding my hips into bed; but not getting anywhere because of the way he was positioned.

I need him. Inside me and filling me up. I needed to feel it.

He kissed around my nipple, and I watched him stick his tongue out and lick a circle around it. They were so painfully hard, I cried out loudly when he finally took it into his mouth. He suckled me and caressed me softly, while his other hand kneaded my other breast softly, priming it even more for his mouth. He had such a nice mouth; such a sinfully long tongue.

He swallowed against my flesh. I jerked hard, nearly falling off the bed. Peter grabbed onto my thighs firmly, making me sit as still as possible. I arched into him again, and he switched over and latched onto my other nipple firmly. Still squeezing the flesh, bringing more of it into his mouth. Yet still he was soft and loving. It was wonderful. Beautiful and erotic the way he was taking his time loving me.

Every time I tried to touch him, he'd pull my hand away from him and place it back on the bed. I was teetering on the edge of madness and coming undone.

"Peter, you have to let me touch you," I breathed out.

He looked up into my eyes while swallowing against my nipple. And for a moment there the action was so intense I actually thought he swallowed it. I cried out. His hands held mine down to the bed. He let my nipple go, and licked slowly over it while he smiled.

"You can't, Bella. Every time you touch me, I feel like I'm going to explode. Stay still. I'm gonna eat you. The only way I can, of course."

He was the devil.

"Oh, God."

I quit breathing. Peter was moving down, drawing my thighs out wider, placing my feet on the tops of his thighs, and then pulling my ass to the edge of the bed. I gripped onto the edge like a lifeline as he kissed my navel. My flesh had warmed his tongue, and he didn't even feel cold to me anymore.

I could feel the anticipation stirring right where I would feel that tongue. This was new for me.

I couldn't see the action really, but I could see his face. His eyes met mine when he finally reached his objective. He licked a path right up my center, and my body felt like a live wire.

"Peter," I finally breathed out.

He purred against me, like he enjoyed it.

He placed the most gentle kiss right on my core. I closed my eyes. I felt like I was going to fall apart. I couldn't hold onto the bed anymore, and my hands found the back of his broad shoulders once more. He was a huge presence between my legs, I could feel his muscles rolling in his shoulders.

He probed me and licked me with his tongue, holding my thighs apart with his forearms and holding me down in place because I was bucking into him.

He moved his right arm a little, and I felt a finger enter me. Then two. He pumped his fingers into me languidly, curling his fingertips, stroking my insides. I wanted them deeper. I let go of his shoulders and fell back onto the bed, holding my upper body up with shaky forearms. He flicked his tongue against my nub; sucking it into his mouth; driving his fingers into me slowly.

Peter was growling and purring against me, I felt the effects in my pelvic cavity, and it made the ever growing ache for release in me increase. The more I thrashed, the more he buried his fingers inside me. And just when I thought I was about to come, he pulled them out, and slowed down his assault with kisses against my core.

I felt his velvet, hard tongue thrust inside me. Thrusting, in and out; lightly pinching and rubbing circles over my nub with his fingers. My neck fell back, I couldn't hold my head up anymore.

I was on the brink. The coil tightening deep within in me. The heat so intense between my legs, and something I've never felt before. And every time I was about to fall off the edge, he'd slow his wonderful technique and change it. The ache in my lower regions had grown to the point where I could feel it in my belly, in my nerves and in the ever present hum inside my ears. It was like a symphony, and Peter was playing me like a violin; the strings getting ready to snap.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop. Please, please..."

My own voice sounded foreign to me.

And he didn't. He was consuming my senses, and consuming my pussy. He could eat me like that anytime. He moved his hand to my belly to keep me from jerking and thrashing. I couldn't help it; my hips ground into his face under their own volition. I was almost there.

His lips left me. "Look at me, Bella."

I raised my head and looked at him; and although he was blurry, his eyes were looking into mine underneath the hair that had fallen forward on his head. He licked a path to the top of my cleft, and then he speared my nub with his tongue, flicking it over and over again, he was pushing me over.

I came undone. Every body part below the neck spasmed violently, and I fell into a void where the hum pulsed behind my eyes in vivid color.

My legs were twitching, so were my feet. He didn't stop. I reached out to push his head away from me, the resounding effects of my orgasm making me too sensitive. I couldn't take anymore, yet he held me down firmly. My feet were digging into his thighs, and he just kept going. He growled and moaned and swallowed against my opening.

He was swallowing me. He just kept going, licking me and purring against a very sensitive bundle of abused nerves. His eyes were closed and there seemed to be no breaking his focus or his technique.

"Oh, God. You have to stop. I can't take anymore," I cried.

He moaned against me once more and let go of me. His shoulders raised up, and he was smiling as he breathed out of his nose. Tears had formed in the corners of my eyes, and I brushed them away. Peter stood up in a fluid motion and back away just a step.

He was shaking his head in wonder, awe, and intensity. He almost looked afraid.

"I need you now, Bella." He almost sounded like he was admitting some secret.

My legs were lax, thighs spread apart. It took a great deal of effort on my part to raise my upper body back up on my forearms.

I studied his face for a moment, not sure at what I was seeing. He was rigid. I started to feel confused, and worried.

I looked at him intently. "Come here. Take your clothes off, or come here and I'll do it."

There was just no way to describe the look that showed on his face. He was worried.

"I'm a little fucking afraid. When I fill you up I'm going to come, immediately. I just know it. You'll be so tight and warm and you have no idea how long I've..."

I didn't wait to react. As soon as the words were out of his mouth I responded without using the filter between my brain and my mouth.

"So. You'll come. Are you trying to tell me it's the first and last time you ever will? Your afraid because you think you'll disappoint me? Please. Do I need to remind you you're a vampire?"

I watched his head jerk back. He was so cute when he was struck stupid. I almost wanted to laugh, but this was a serious matter for him. It was obvious he was nervous, and though he really didn't say, I had to wonder of course if Charlotte was the last woman he laid with. I was pretty positive she was. I was pretty positive she was his first and his last.

He had been through so much throughout life. It's a wonder he just didn't give up.

Peter looked down. "Oh yeah. I'm being dumb, aren't I?" He looked back up at me, and the smile was almost innocent.

A thought occurred. As he watched me move, his tense jaw became lax. I scooted myself up a little more to the middle of the bed and cocked a knee up. I spread my leg wide for him, and laid back. His eyes widened dramatically, and then he positively looked as if he were struck stupid.

I sighed and gave him the best seductive glance underneath I could give.

"Peter, I want to be with you, no matter what. I want you to make love to me. Take your jeans off and come here."

Even my own forwardness shocked me, but somehow I couldn't find myself to really care. Peter being nervous about it was chipping away at my forwardness, however. He just stood there, and stared at me.

"Peter."

His eyes snapped up and he sighed. "You're so beautiful."

He bent down, and started to remove his shoes. I drank in the sight of him, bent straight over. Alabaster skin, bathed in blue moonlight. Bands of muscle and tendons in his shoulders and back moved fluidly as he worked taking off his shoes and socks. He wasn't rushing at all.

Peter stood up, his eyes were cast in shadow, but I more than less felt his penetrating stare. His hair which was normally parted down the middle was tousled, falling more into his face. Lidded eyes I couldn't see. A perfect straight and narrow nose. But not too narrow. Nostrils slightly flaring, breathing in the scent of my sex. Full lips set tight in a straight line with a very defined jaw.

He was such a overwhelming presence, even when he wasn't that close. Thick and broad shoulders, large arms, and a strong sculpted chest. His abdomen a six pack, he was so toned that the raised muscles cast slight shadows on each group.

His arms were long just as much as they were large. Peter unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down the zipper, threaded his thumbs in his waist line and pushed them over and then down his legs. He stepped out of them.

I quit breathing.

I started thinking.

Because for a second there was no way, no way in hell he was going to fit.

Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised. He was German. Germans really wouldn't necessarily worry about underwear, would they? German women wouldn't worry about shaving their legs or their underarms, or brassieres for that matter, or was it the French? I didn't fucking know.

It didn't matter anyway, because the sight before me was colossal. Long legs, large thighs, and strong calves. A smooth line of brown hair running down from his naval, to his V and to the length that hung between his legs.

His beautiful sex jutted straight out from his body. His dick looked heavy, proud, and it was demanding attention. Peter was thick and long; and even if he did fit, it was going to hurt.

I was going to be sore in the morning. Wonderfully sore. His erection was a beautiful rock solid almost aberration of nature.

It was oddly quiet. And then I realized I wasn't breathing. I took a shuddering breath, and Peter sighed. Smiling a little, he advanced tentatively.

"Relax, Bella. And blink. Whether you believe it or not, you were made for me."

I swallowed my shock as he climbed up the bed, his shoulders rolling like a cat on the prowl, and he moved up between my parted thighs. He was still nervous but he was trying to be brave. I spread my thighs apart even wider, and made room for his hips. I shook off my stupid behavior as I felt that length brush along my thigh and poke me in the stomach.

A nervous chill ran down my neck, and into my breasts. My skin pricked.

"You didn't tell me about that gift."

He chuckled as he propped himself up on his left forearm, some of his weight bearing down on me. Immediately my body responded to the feel of him over me, and I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and around his neck.

"Actually, it's hereditary. My mama didn't pop out four kids for nothing, you know. And I remember the walls in the house were thin. I used to sleep with my head underneath the pillow. Am..am I too heavy for you, Bella? You're having trouble breathing," he mumbled. He had begun to kiss me softly, lazily. He kissed my entire face. My eyes, my nose, my mouth, everywhere.

The only reason I was breathless was because my nerves were reacting. A blast of heat licked over me, into my breasts and between my legs. I felt a jolt of nervousness and panic because he was shifting his hips and undulating against me. That proud length was slipping between me; caressing all things still sensitive and actually a little painful from his fingers.

"No, no. But I have to tell you something. I've only ever been with one man, and it wasn't Edward. I...I was eighteen. I don't..."

"Bella, stop. Stop right there. There's no room for the men in your past in my bed. Just like there's no room for Charlotte, either. This is you and me. I'll be very careful. " His right palm swept softly down the column of my neck; traveling down my breastbone and to my ribs.

"Sorry." And I was. What the fuck was wrong with me? I wasn't afraid of Peter. I wanted him for Christ's sake. I wanted all of him.

He was breathing heavy, and I heard him growl lightly as I felt a fresh wave of wetness present at the juncture between my thighs, and that helped with the burning sensation.

"Don't be. You're just a little nervous and it's understandable. So am I. But God, Bella, you're so soft and warm. You don't have idea what you're doing to me."

I breathed out in a long rush. Peter's hands and lips were everywhere. He wrapped the arm that was supporting his upper body underneath my shoulder blades, arching my breasts up so he could catch my left breast in his mouth. He tugged at me lightly, and he suckled reverently.

His eyes were closed, and he was taking his time. His other hand was exploring, caressing my skin on a downward path along my rib cage. Over my hip and to the back of my thigh. I threw my leg over the small of his back and let my foot rest on his ass. He ran his hand down my leg, over my knee, down my shin, and over my foot.

Peter was softly purring, the sweet vibrations moving through me in little waves of content and pleasure. Every nerve in my spine reacted, every finger on my hands running across his shoulders and down the contracting muscles of his back, feeling him.

I loved the feel of his body over mine. The strength and the masculinity. Peter growled softly as I ran my hand down his side. My head lolled back to the bed, and I closed my eyes to revel in the feel of him. Enjoying every gentle touch.

His sex was poised right at my entrance, and maybe I was made for him, because all he had to do was push forward and he would seat himself inside me. He languidly kiss his way over my breasts and up my chest. He breathed in deeply while licking and sucking the skin on the column of my neck.

He lifted his head. "Look at me, Bella."

I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes were liquid.

He pushed forward. The head of that mass penetrated me, stretching me.

As I was looking at him, I caught the reflection of the moonlight on the ceiling. Above Peter's head, swinging ever so slightly back and forth across the ceiling was a oval ring that looked like a halo. He already looked surreal above me; the moonlight making his skin look honed and polished.

He was an angel that could have been carved out of stone had he not been so filled with life.

I smiled and bit my lip and glanced down between us. He began to tremble a little, and I removed my right hand from his back to palm his cheek. I encouraged him with my eyes, forcing myself to relax.

Peter pushed forward a little more, moving further inside me. The halo was barely moving over his head now, and I stole a glance over to the window. Sitting on the dresser was a little metal stand holding a little miniature wind chime, the reflection was coming from the striker. A draft from the window causing it to move.

The sensation of him stretching me wasn't so bad. I was so wet already, and Peter pushed forward again until he seated himself fully. Right to my pubic bone.

We both cried out. I shuddered as the tendons between my legs leading into my thighs stretched for him. His head had dropped down to the right side of my neck for a moment, and his cold breath sent wonderful chills down my body.

When he raised his head, the halo had stopped above his head almost perfectly; though it was a little bent.

He was panting, his cold breath caressed my heated face. His eyes blacker then the pits of hell, but liquid. Love shined within. "You're so tight, Bella. It's Heaven inside you."

"Mmm." I shifted my hips urging him to move and closed my eyes, relishing the feel of him deep inside me. "Well, Angel, it's Heaven feeling you inside me. Move, Peter."

Peter who had begun to pull out of me ever so slightly, froze on top of me and lifted his head. I opened my eyes.

His jaw was tense. His pitch black eyes burned into me intensely and they were wide. He looked almost shocked. He stopped breathing; and he wasn't moving. I thought back to what I said, thinking maybe I offended him in someway.

"Peter, what's wrong?" I asked him gently.

His eyes focused, and he shook his head. "You called me Angel," He whispered. But he still seemed tense, he still remained frozen.

I breathed out. "I'm..I'm sorry, should I have not done that?"

He instantly looked alarmed. He relaxed and he pushed back into me slowly, and his face softened and he smiled softly. "No, no. You can call me whatever you want."

He brushed his lips across mine, gently deepening the kiss and exploring my mouth. I moaned into his kiss, that hard length of him pulling out nearly all the way, pushing slowly back into me. I couldn't help but wonder why that affected him so deeply, but it was obvious it did upset him in some way. He continued to kiss me and he made love to me easy and slow, for what felt like infinity. Nothing went untouched. We were joined, and it was beautiful.

I was lost in the euphoria of him inside me, touching me, massaging my breasts between us. Rolling my nipples softly with his fingers. Kissing me reverently, only breaking away so I could breathe. And when he did he whispered loving words to me, but I was so far gone, I couldn't even begin to fathom what he was saying.

I heard 'tight'; I heard 'beautiful'. I heard 'good'; I heard 'hot'.

I heard 'I love you', and not much of anything else.

I could feel his restraint inside the muscles of his back. He felt so tense. Still, he rocked into me slowly. He was doing so well keeping himself from falling off the edge, but he needed the release so badly. Every pulse into me was pure heaven, and I knew he wanted to make this first time the greatest, but what he didn't realize is it already was.

I didn't care if he made me come again or not. I had never felt so happy in all my life, and so very satisfied.

I needed to see his face when he exploded, just like he wanted to see mine. I broke the kiss, and I told him what I wanted, figuring it was the only thing that could make him work to take the leap.

"I need more, Peter. Faster. Harder."

He raised up on his arms, supporting his body weight while he grabbed my left leg off the small of his back. I gripped his biceps and he held my knee and pushed my leg up. He undulated his hips while starting to move faster inside me. I gyrated my hips and it drove him mad with need. He hissed and latched on to my left breast; really working my nipple with his tongue.

The new position and his frantic thrusts hit something deep with in me. I felt an impending release building up as I grew hotter. He released my breast and stared with intensity into my eyes. The heat was so intense it made me cry out, and I went over the edge without even knowing I was on it. My body seized up and Peter let out a guttural sound.

My orgasm slammed into my core then raced throughout my body. I felt my inner muscles clamp down him as he drove within me one final time.

"Oh, Bella, I..." His body contracted, all of his muscles tensed and froze. He arched his back, and I could see straining tendons in his neck. Peter growled deeply, and I felt his cold release explode deep within me. It was the most beautiful thing in the world.

He collapsed down on me and his weight sucked my breath away. He quickly turned over onto our sides and pulled out of me.

"It was incredible, Peter. Absolutely incredible. Thank you."

"You're welcome." He mumbled out, and I had to stifle a laugh. He seemed exhausted.

Peter rubbed my the length of my back while we laid in silence, our bodies a tangled mess. I tucked my head into his chest and just breathed his sweet scent, listening to his hum.

It really was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

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*P*E*T*E*R*

Twenty Minutes Later:

Realization slammed into me like a wrecking ball as I laid with Bella tucked into my body. Realization of the truth, and the truth was I didn't know what would happen.

She was the one that had control of our future, and she could very well destroy me along with the destiny that was intended for the both of us. I needed her and I craved her body.

And her blood.

All I would have to do is tell her entire truth, and if I did that now, I would surely die.

But I needed to tell her the truth. I had to do it. The guilt was slowly killing me. Lying to her was a sin.

I was starting to resent it. Not Bella, I could never resent her. She was the core and the love of my existence. She was the one that was the innocent bystander in all this mess. I was responsible for putting her on the path to discovery. For putting her on the path to me.

It had never been her choice, but it would be her choice where the future would take us. She chose to except me into her life, and she chose to lay with me. She was choosing to love me.

She would cast me out of her life, once she found out the truth.

I resented Charlotte, or whoever the fuck it was that gave me Bella. My future with Bella was now uncertain, and Charlotte put me through hell by showing me her in the first place.

I did what I needed to do. I wrapped my entire existence around the heart of a frail child who grew into a woman and who could probably kill me with just a word. I did what I needed to do because I would get to keep Bella and love her forever.

And then Charlotte chose to fuck with my future. Dear, God. Why the fuck did she do that?

Let's fuck with Peter, because he surely hasn't been fucked with enough yet.

It had taken a great herculean effort on my part to come to this point in my life. In her life. At least mentally it had. Bella wasn't a reward. She had her own heart and mind and soul, for Christ's sake. She had the right to choose who she loved and why.

Which is why I couldn't never tell her the truth. I realized that if I did, I could possibly lose her. How the fuck would anybody feel finding out that their entire life, every moment had not been their own? How would anyone feel knowing that every private and intimate moment of their life was seen by another?

How would she feel once she knew that every heartbreaking moment she had to experience no matter how small or how devastating it was, could have been possibly been deterred or not happened in the first place?

Except death. Maybe death could be put off for a short amount of time; but in the end, it was fate. If you were supposed to die. You were supposed to die.

Even if I could have stopped her mother from making that ill fated trip, she still would have died at some point. It was the way it was intended, I had no right to interfere.

And if I told Bella the truth, I was telling her that she should believe in God and Heaven. But she should have believed in the higher power that ruled over all of us. Faith had never been a forte of hers. She went to church occasionally when she was a child, and she read Genesis. That was it. She didn't pray.

Neither did I.

Even those who had strong faith had their doubts, because when it came down to it, the shit could be more fearsome than knowing that vampires and shape shifters existed.

But I owed Bella the truth. I respected her. I loved her. And I would tell her, but I didn't know how I was going to do that anymore. I didn't know when. I was selfish enough to want to love her with everything I had and everything that I was. Not just her guardian 'angel.' And I wanted her to love me.

Maybe when the time came, she could accept it and believe in it; and still love me.

But maybe it would destroy her, just like it would kill me to lose her. This was it for me, it was life with Bella or death without her.

I couldn't let her go, if it came down it. It would kill me. If she did try to leave me, I would probably kill her, too.

And if she stroked my cock just one more time, I was going to pin Bella on her stomach and drive myself inside her. She was home, and there was no place like home.

"Jesus Christ, woman. You're killing me here."

Bella giggled like a little naughty girl, and that shit was just unheard of. Sure she laughed, but when she did shit like that, it made the animal in me twitch with excitement.

It made me just want fuck the hell out of her, and there was no room for it that night. There was no room for it period, because I'd kill her.

She had a knack for distracting me from thoughts of death and destruction. Even when she wasn't around. She had a knack for keeping me sane.

"I'm sorry, am I bothering you, Mr. Fischer?" She asked innocently.

She needed to be spanked.

She kissed my chest. "You're looking pretty intense over there. What's on your mind?"

I opened my eyes, she looked worried.

Did she realize I was beaming on the inside because she called me by my given name? Because I was. I wanted to give her my name.

Over there was only two inches. We were laying on our sides, our heads were almost the only thing not touching each other. Her breasts were crushed up against me; and my head was laying on her arm. She was running her fingers through my hair, pushing it out of my eyes. Her other arm was lodged in between us, and she had just begun to stroke my dick. She had been very tentatively exploring me.

The rational part of my mind was still reeling from the fact that I just made love to Bella Swan. It was the irrational part that was thinking about killing her if she left me. I could never kill her. I could never take away her choice.

I kissed her lazily, I was still in recovery mode. My mind was, not my dick. He had a mind of his own, and his own intentions for the past twenty minutes.

"Not much, just thinking about you. Seriously though, if you keep stroking my dick you're gonna to start something."

"Don't fight the feeling."

When I told her everything I wanted to do to her on top of that pinnacle, I was purely telling her what I wanted to do with her. Just not necessarily all in one night. Because when I really thought about it, Bella was human—and I had a big dick. She was little. She was tight.

She was probably already sore, and when we made love I had been worried that I would tear her. I actually saw it, in another lifetime. It wasn't just that. I had managed to make love to her for a good duration of time.

She had put my fears to rest. I had thought she would have thought less of me if I would have plunged into her and shot off like a rocket. That shit just wasn't good for a man's ego, or a vampire's. Especially mine when one considered how long I had waited for her.

I was still learning not to forsake her heart and the woman she was. She was stroking me; yet she was hesitant. Afraid of rejection; afraid to tell me what she wanted.

Making love to Bella, I realized a few things.

The main one was she was just completely content with someone holding onto her tightly, holding her together and loving her just like she loved them on an emotional level. She already experienced being intimate with someone who wasn't emotionally attached to her anymore, and that was the reason I wanted to kill Jacob. That one night in between her birthday and the night he told her he imprinted, she was wanting to feel his love for her, and didn't.

Whether she came out of the experience satisfied or not, she still needed to at least feel like she was loved wholeheartedly. He failed her on so many fucking levels, I wanted to shred that fucker to pieces.

Another was the level of self esteem she had. She was nervous, but she was determined as hell to have me, too. She had matured and she was going after what she wanted. When I was momentarily struck with idiocy because of my own pride, she made one shameless offer and exposed that sweet spot between her legs.

She knew no man could refuse that, but it would have broken her if I did. She was trying to be strong for me.

The other thing I realized, for just one moment, was I wanted to kill her.

I wanted to bite into her throat. The scent of her blood when she felt nothing but feverish lust was enough to drive me to the brink of killing her in the throws of passion. It was a reflexive thought because of the creature I was and the blood I thrived upon. I could never do it; not in those aspects, anyway.

The other thing was what her body did to me. Every caress, every kiss was laced with a low level electric buzz that absorbed into my skin; through the areas of my body that she considered muscles and bones. It was a wonderful feeling; it made me feel more powerful, and it obliterated the fear I felt. It strengthened the indestructible lines that tied me to Bella.

I could never let her go.

"Don't fight the feeling, huh? I can't refuse an offer like that."

She was utterly beautiful. On the outside and in the inside. Which is exactly where I wanted to be. On the outside, Bella was really no warmer then any other human I had come into contact with. But I loved her warmth.

I had killed thousands. People with families. People that fed off society themselves. I knew just how much strength I could yield with her without breaking her in half or crushing her head. But delicacy during intercourse was new, and a little scary.

Being with her made me feel human. I could almost remember what it was like to be that way again.

Her face was so lovely, and she was still flushed. She had ivory skin that was smooth as silk. The bones in her face were just as delicate as the rest of her body. Her jaw was a graceful arch running from her ears to her chin.

She had a half inch scar underneath her chin. It was from the first time she rode that goddamn bike without it's training wheels. She even bit her tongue. She still had a faint line on her head from crashing the motorcycle.

She was worrying her bottom lip, biting it. I leaned closer and pulled it in between my lips, and watched her eyes open.

Kissing Bella was something I could never tire of. But tasting her mouth came only second to that sweet spot between her legs, and I could stay there all night.

I wanted her tongue in my mouth, exploring mine, but it really was too dangerous. Her lips were sinful, her mouth hot. My imagination was running wild with what it would be like with her lips around my cock. But I tucked away that thought for later. She wasn't ready for that yet. I only wanted to make love to her again and sheath myself completely inside the confines of her wet pussy.

Her scent filled the room; her body responded almost immediately. I could smell a fresh wave of arousal seeping from her core, and it made me purr with anticipation and need. My dick was already seeking out her slick warmth, twitching away in her soft hand.

I licked across her lips and she opened for me; and I gave her an idea of what she should expect when I would take her again. I wanted to possess her body. I wanted to show her what I could really do.

She let out a feminine sigh of pleasure against my mouth. I smiled into her, and reached down and grabbed the hand that was pumping my very happy dick. If she kept going, I wasn't going to last at all. I let go of her mouth and tasted the flesh on her right shoulder, while urging her onto her stomach.

I sat up and moved over Bella, kissing and tasting the skin along her spine. Salty from sweat; yet still as sweet as when she was clean. Her backside was equally beautiful as the front. The Moon reflected off of her in blues and greens; the sheen in her skin lovely. It highlighted her curves, and the delicate bones and muscles inside her body. Blood flowed quickly through her veins.

Gone was the gawky and awkward slender girl that arrived in Santa Fe with a shattered heart. Her hips had widened and they emphasized her narrow waist. Her breasts were set high and they were firm. Her swells not overflowing my palms by too much, and her nipples were pink, proportionate, and very sensitive. I was a sucker for a great set of real tits.

It saddened me to know that her body would never bear a child. At least she shouldn't.

I breathed down her spine and watched her skin prick. She arched her ass into me, teasing my cock. When I reached the small of her back and cupped her full little ass, she made an incredible noise deep inside her throat. She was so primed for me, it almost took away my resolve to take it slow.

I parted her thighs and cupped her core. She was so wet for me, and I began to shake a little as I kissed her hip. Her arousal smelled liked her normal scent, but with the hint of sweet cream and citrus; clean and delicious. I wanted every drop she had to offer.

Earlier when we reached the climax of our union, she smiled at me with what I thought looked like deep, profound love. It almost made me break down like a fucking Nancy and get all sloppy on her again. In time, no doubt, it would happen.

I hoped she could understand what I had lived with for the past twenty one years. I hoped she could see the miracle of such a thing. I hoped she could understand what it had done to me. I would pray for her forgiveness.

I petted her and coated the fingers of my right hand with her essence, and slid a finger inside her. I worked her softly, prepping her for a much more larger invasion; because that's exactly what it was to her tight little body, and as much as I could get off on the thought of making her hurt a little, getting her off really stroked my ego more.

But she wouldn't be on her stomach right then if that were completely the case. Taking her this way was all about me. I wanted to fuck her senseless.

I moved over her body, slipping my index finger in with my middle deep inside her. Bella moaned out lightly.

"Are you sore, Bella?"

"No, God, Nooo." She groaned out softly. She lifted her head off the mattress, to look back at me with hooded and lust filled eyes. Her breaths were coming fast now. She threw her arms up over her head on the bed, and pushed back into my hand. She lifted her legs up underneath her, spreading herself more open and arching her ass.

She shifted her hips and clenched her muscles around my fingers. That was my breaking point.

"Fuck," I hissed at her.

I removed my fingers from her wet core. As I shifted to my knees behind her, Bella rose up on her arms. The look on her profile as she turned her back to look at me told me she was completely into this. She let out a little lilted moan.

"I'll be very careful, I promise."

"I know you'll be."

I palmed my cock and stroked her, coating myself with her slick heat. I entered her slowly, the walls of her passageway gripped me, and beckoned me to sheath myself fully inside her. I slid in deep, all the way to the base of my cock, and held still as she was overtaken by tremors. She moaned out gutturally.

I shifted inside her, stretching her a little. Her heat roared throughout my body as she pushed back into me immediately.

She arched her back and shoulders as I admired the dip in her spine. A deep growl escaped my chest, the sight of her giving herself to me like this challenging the resolve to take it slow. The combined scents of her blood along with her arousal made my throat constrict, and burn painfully.

I pumped into her slowly, relishing in the feel of the ridges inside her. She was so incredibly tight, her walls clamped down on me like a vice, the pain and the pressure applied to my cock so intense. I couldn't help but growl out my appreciation with each light thrust. I watched her pink and swell up even more, because of my invasion.

Bella was smaller than me and her body flexible. My hips took over under their own volition and I moved up over her back, curling myself around her. I swept the hair away from her face and twisted her chin around, kissing her with all the passion and love I had for her.

I possessed her body. Her moaning, and just the very thought of her trust in me, made me think it was the other way around, though. She brought out the good in the man I was, but the animal in me was starting to work it's way out, and it wanted to do some nasty things with Bella. Just one of those thoughts was fucking the hell out of her while drinking her blood. Her scent permeated the room, it clung to my skin, and it made the blaze in my throat hotter.

I broke away from her mouth to tell her. Because she deserved to know she really did affect me and goddamn it, I was going to tell her what truths I could. Even though I didn't wanna stop, maybe she did.

"Bella, I have to tell you something. I lied. I lied about your scent. I wanna bite you. I wanna drink your blood and fuck you at the same time."

She looked into my eyes for a moment, gauging me. I kept pumping into her, she had closed her mouth and she was moaning deep inside her chest.

"Mmm, You really wanna..Mmm..do that?" I sunk into her and stopped when she was full to the kilt. Her face was a picture of pure ecstasy, there was no worry or anger in that response, plus she smiled a little. She liked it. She liked the thought.

I nodded at her in disbelief for the trust she was giving me; and on all nights, it was this one.

"Yes. But I think for both our sakes, I better not."

She was breathless and pushed into me with her ass. "That's probably a good..idea. Besides..you promised..to cook me breakfast..in the morning."

I pulled out of her to my tip, and drove back into her, her grunt nearly matched my own.

"You're right, I did. It was just a thought."

"Ohh, God. Don't stop." I crashed my lips into to hers, and shoved my tongue in her hot little mouth, mimicking the thrusts I was filling her with. With a moan of defeat, she lost her strength, and sunk down to her chest and laid her head down on the bed. I shifted my hands to her waist and held on for dear life. She took me from tip to base, and I was lost in the feeling of Bella.

I let go of her waist and rose over her again, planting my fists beside her shoulders, and pounded into her. Bella gripped the cover on the bed so hard her knuckles were turning white. Her face was turned to the side, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. She was the perfect picture of ecstasy.

She was moaning out gutturally, covered with a sheen of sweat. Then all of a sudden she grabbed my left wrist, curled her head down, and bit into the top of my hand.

She wouldn't get anywhere, but just seeing her do that drove me to the point of exploding. Before I could manage to reach around her to tease her, she came undone. She cried out wildly, her frantic heart stopping just for an instant. Her body spasmed violently as her wet heat clenched around me.

I didn't want to end. I pulled out of her before her orgasm faded and flipped her over onto her back. Her legs flopped to the sides like she no longer had the strength to make them work.

The sight of her all swollen almost had me coming all over her thighs. I plunged back inside her watching her face contort in ecstasy as she cried out. She reached out and I let her pull me down to her.

It was the most simplest act of her love for me that made my body seize up, and with a shattering blast that took my breath away and robbed me of my sight momentarily; I came. All the while she watched me; her eyes still hooded with lust and love. The pulses faded, and she milked me for all that I was worth.

I collapsed down on her. I heard all the breath whoosh out of her lungs, but still, she wrapped her arms around me and held me to her. I tried to move off of her but she held me tighter.

She was breathless. "Where are you going?"

"I'm crushing you."

"No you're not. You're perfectly fine. Just stay there."

I let my head fall down onto her shoulder, and kissed that horrendous mark I had put on her neck.

We laid there for a couple minutes in silence. I listened as her heartbeat slowed, and kissed along the profile of her jaw while she ran her fingers through my hair. She moved to wrap her legs around me, and she winced a little.

"Did I hurt you?"

She laughed once under her breath. "A little. But it's a good pain. I'm am tired, though." She mumbled. Her voice was dry; cracking. I realized she hadn't had anything to drink for quite awhile.

"Wussy human."

She smiled from ear to ear, and breathed out. "Asshole."

"I'm just kidding. I put your mind and body through an awful lot tonight." She rubbed circles around a couple of scars on my back.

She grimaced first, but she smiled from ear to ear again. Bella kept her eyes closed, and she dropped her voice. "Yeah, you did."

"Plus, I could have killed you. While in the midst of sexual intercourse."

Bella raised her eyebrows quickly and smiled some more. She opened up her eyes and turned her head towards me. They were full of depth.

"No, I don't think so. Really, I was already thinking there was something wrong with you, you're very controlled."

She took a deep breath. "But then, I realized you're just a lying bastard and you're really no different then the other three vampires that wanted to eat me. The only difference is you," She paused.

"The only difference is what?"

She grimaced and licked her lips. "You're.." She twitched. "You're in love with me."

"True." I whispered to her, and I kissed her chin. I pulled out of her slowly, rolled off of her, and made my way off the bed. Having that conversation progress anymore could have made her say something she wasn't ready to say, and the same logic could probably be applied to the truth also.

"Where are you going?"

"To get you some water. I'll be right back."

I flitted to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge, and ran back into the bedroom. I walked into the bathroom grabbing a hand towel out of the cabinet. She was still flat on her back but she had her knees bent. I crawled on the bed and sat on her left side, lifting her shoulders up as she tried to sit up. She smiled at me as I took the lid off and handed her the bottle. I eased the towel gently between her legs. She blushed.

"You're leaking like the Rio fucking Grande."

Her head was on fire. Almost literally. She covered her eyes with her free hand, and drew up her knees even more with my hand clamped down on her. She groaned.

"It isn't all me."

"I know," I chuckled. "Drink your water."

I removed my hand and threw the towel on the floor. I started pulling off most of the pillows and throwing them down, saving four. She liked to sleep with two pillows, and the one she laid her head on had to be a feather.

I pulled back the sheet and blankets, and when I turned back to her she had already gulped down the entire bottle.

"I'll go get you some more. The bathroom's right over there, if you have to go."

She didn't look at me, but she mumbled out. "I do."

I took my time and went and got her another bottle while she used the bathroom.

I timed it perfectly, walking back into the bedroom as she walked out of the bathroom. She was fidgeting because she was naked. I picked her up and cradled her to carry her over to the bed. She laughed quietly.

I crawled in and put her on the right side, the side she liked to sleep on. She took the bottle out of my hand and opened it to get another drink. When she was done, I leaned over her and put it on her nightstand.

Bella always kept a glass or a bottle close in case she woke up, or had a nightmare.

I hit the button for the shutters on my side of the bed; she watched them come off the roof and slide down. The right side was groaning and squeaking loudly. Blowing dirt had accumulated in the tract.

"Neat."

I couldn't wait to tell her about building this house.

"I built this house by myself, from the foundation up. There's a garden outside, and the view is great. I'll show you around in the morning."

She looked over at me and smiled. "Good. I'd like that."

She scooted down and turned over until she was laying on her right side. She pulled me to her while shifting her pillow until it was just right. I pulled the sheet and the blankets over our bodies. She put one of her legs in between mine and I tucked her and her pillow into my chest.

She craned her neck up and I kissed her goodnight.

"Goodnight, Peter." She hunkered down and adjusted her pillow some more and sighed audibly.

"Goodnight, Bella."

It wasn't five minutes later and she was asleep, snoring softly, in our bed. She was completely exhausted. There would be no dreams, there would be no talking in her sleep.

I stayed with her, shifting her away from me occasionally when she would get too cold. Mostly I just held her, though. I had to.

I thought about the future, the future I used to know.

It was a little after six, the sky was starting to lighten behind the shutters when she let out a soft sigh. Her heartbeat was slow and even, her breaths light. She nuzzled my chest with her nose.

"Hmm."

I barely kissed the skin on her forehead when I felt a cold blast of air around the bed.

I had turned the heat up when we got home, the windows were closed. They were air tight.

"Peter."

Bella was still sleeping soundly. Her eyelids were closed but her eyes were moving back and forth underneath them.

"I'm here," I whispered to her, stroking her lips.

"Hmm, hold onto... it. Just a little...while longer." It was a mumble a mortal man could never understand.

Shock rippled through me, ripping the breath from me as a cold blast chilled the dead heart deep within me. Bella sighed, her breath visible in the freezing air.

And all my shock was replaced with fury. Fury at the cold energy I could feel seeping from Bella's skin. Fury for the voice that came from Bella's mouth.

Fury and overwhelming terror because it was not her own.

It was a voice I haven't heard for twenty two years. A lilted, silky, voice that used to ring heavenly in my ears. A voice that used to soothe me, and it no longer had a place here.

You leave Bella alone. Go away. Please go away.

"Shh."

I could feel the cold lift away from her; like a billowing cloud moving slowly through the sky. I couldn't see it, I could only feel it. Cold energy that crackled through the air silently. I crushed Bella to me in a tight embrace and she let out a moan of discomfort.

I eased up, and she took a deep breath. Smiling a little while she sighed out. Her heartbeat even, her skin warm again.

The blast of cold gone, the energy dissipated. The room was as it was, only three seconds ago.

"Hmm."

It was Bella's voice.

"Bella," I whispered.

"I love you." She sighed out loud, and she fell silent again.

My throat and chest felt tight and I heard a strange choking sound. The bed was shaking a little. I realized it was me.