I'm back! Had a lovely time with the family. SO sorry I didn't manage to update straight away when I got back, time has been limited, plus I really struggled to tackle this chapter. It's amazing how easy it is to write lemon for yourself, but when you know other people are going to be reading it, you suddenly become your own worst critic. Hope it came out ok!

WARNING: CONTAINS LEMONS!

CHAPTER TEN

APOV

I sat and watched the boys playing whatever computer game they were currently addicted to, but I couldn't focus on the screen. I was too worried about what was to come. About where Edward had gone, about whether Rose would come around, and about how we would react when Edward finally showed up again. Despite our support for Carlisle, I did not want to see Edward hurting. None of us did.

Slowly, the room, Jasper and Emmett slipped out of focus too. I went rigid; a vision was coming. Jasper must have turned and looked at me because I felt him at my side instantly, hands steadying me with his love.

Oh. Oh no. Oh God. No, don't want to see… too much… not that!

The vision left quickly, mercifully, and I found myself staring into two pairs of worried eyes.

"Was it about Edward and Carlisle?" asked Emmett, and I guessed that I must have been protesting aloud.

"Did you see where Edward has gone?" came Jasper's query.

I shook my head. "No, it wasn't about any of that…" I mumbled, looking embarrassed.

"Then what…?" Jasper trailed off as I looked down, wriggling uncomfortably.

"Nothing. Don't want to talk about it. Was just… something I really didn't want to see."

A crash sounded from within the house. It sounded like a bookcase had tipped over.

Jasper caught on quickly, and couldn't stop the smirk from spreading across his face.

"Oh."

Emmett was slightly slower. "What? What did she see?"

Jasper turned to him and grinned.

"I think she just saw a little more of Bella and Carlisle than she would have liked!"

Emmett looked between the two of us, and dissolved into loud guffaws.

I glowered at him, and prayed that no more such visions would come to me ever, ever again.

BPOV

Somehow, at some point, Carlisle had relieved me of my jeans. I couldn't recall him doing so… I remembered him unzipping me, touching me, and then my mind was a little hazy up until this point, where he had ripped away my bra and begun caressing my breasts with his lips and tongue.

I knew it must have been good, because my head was swimming and my body was tingling like crazy. An ache, an insatiable need, was growing deep inside me, and I heard myself moan loudly as Carlisle's lips moved over my nipples, teeth nipping and tongue flicking and caressing in their wake. His hands were moving up and down my sides, alternating between grabbing my flesh roughly, trailing teasingly with his fingertips, and scratching hard with his nails. I bit back a scream as he sucked on my left nipple, one hand grabbing my side hard and the other scraping a sharp trail down my stomach.

"Bella, oh Bella," he murmured, repeating my name over and over as if I was his goddess.

I looked down at his tousled blond hair, and plunged my hands in, gripping at strands and feeling the locks slip in and out of my fingers.

God he had gorgeous hair.

A low growl emanated from him, and he broke away from worshipping my breasts to look up. I gasped. His eyes were positively feral, but at the same time filled with such love it stunned me.

"I love you, Isabella," he smiled, before pushing himself up and capturing my mouth in a possessive kiss that all but devoured me. My head swam again.

Carlisle Cullen is kissing me, my brain repeated to itself, as if disbelieving still. Carlisle is making love to me. Carlisle is going to be inside me…

Oh God, the very thought! The knowledge of where these incredible ministrations were going made me shiver in delight. The thought of Carlisle's hardness entering me, moving inside me...

I clutched harder at his hair and made him gasp.

"Carlisle! Oh Carlisle, I need you… take me… please!"

He continued his kissing, but harder this time. I felt his hardness grow larger still against me.

"Mmmmph…" he groaned into my lips.

"Please! Oh God… Carlisle, I want you inside me so bad…"

He growled, and a shudder of excitement bolted through me. He broke away from our kiss, and looked down at me, naked except for my lacy green knickers.

He seemed to get a hold on himself for a moment, long enough to ask me, "Are you sure? I… I want your first time to be special, Bella…"

I pouted at him. "Carlisle, I don't care about silk sheets or candles right now. All I care about is you. Here. With me. Right now."

I heard a growl, and realised it was coming from me. Carlisle smiled at the sound, and growled low in response.

"Then let me have you…" he whispered mischievously, pulling me to him again. We grappled with each other and rolled off the desk, oblivious to our rock hard bodies crashing to the floor. Carlisle was on top of me, then I was on top of him. And so it went, as we fought playfully for dominance. Suddenly, I decided to jump up, moving across the room at lightning speed and pressing myself up against one of the bookcases. I raised an eyebrow and smiled suggestively at him, as he got to his feet and started to advance with a grin.

"Stay where you are," I said in a low but commanding voice. He stopped, eyebrow quirked in expectation.

Slowly, seductively, I hooked my thumbs into the lace that skimmed my hips, and ever so slowly eased them down, gyrating my hips as I did so. Carlisle's gaze was fixed on them as they slid further down. He licked his lips; once, twice.

My knickers landed on the floor, and I stepped out of them, looking at him with fire in my eyes, and everywhere else in my body for that matter. It felt so much more intense now that I was used to being permanently cold.

His gaze returned to my eyes, locking into them with intensity.

"Turn around," he said. It was an order, not a request. I felt myself grow wet again.

Slowly, I turned around, smiling to myself as I imagined him taking in my every detail. Far from being disappointed that I did not get to do this as a human, I was ecstatic. As a vampire, I was a hundred times more confident. I wanted to show off my body, wanted him to look at me. I would never have been this forward, this powerfully seductive, if I had still been Human Bella. My sudden boldness turned me on even more.

I turned full circle, so that I was facing him again.

"Satisfied, Doctor Cullen?" I teased. Calling him by his title seemed to have a huge effect on him, because his eyes suddenly glittered and the bulge in his trousers strained harder against the material.

He was against me in less than a quarter of a second; hands everywhere again. Before I could even register him being there, his hands had mine pinned above my head while his mouth claimed mine hungrily, moving down my jaw line, down to my neck, across my collarbone and between my breasts. His hands slid from mine down my arms, trailing onto my sides and grazing the skin so lightly it made me shudder in delight.

Then he was all roughness and passion again, grabbing at me and grinding himself against my core.

"Doctor Cullen," I managed to pant, between kisses, "I think… you are a little… oh God! Overdre…. SSED!"

My body was not my own any longer. He possessed it entirely, setting it alight with sensations I had not previously known to have existed. Somehow, I managed to focus on my hands long enough to slide my fingers into the band of his trousers, scratching the skin beneath, before moving around to unfasten the button and fly. I pressed my hand against him and he moaned, the breath catching in his throat as I moved inside and rubbed against him through the material of his boxers.

"Bella! God, Isabella…"

I'm not entirely sure what happened next. I know that he was suddenly naked, and I got lifted into the air, legs wrapped around him, and that we kissed, and caressed, and span about. I'm just not sure what order we did it all in, because it happened so fast, and my mind was on fire, just like my body. I was vaguely aware of a crashing sound, and things flying this way and that, as we grappled with each other in our passion.

When his fingers touched me, I think I forgot my own name.

"Ohhhhh…."

We had come to rest on the desk again, me sitting on it, him standing, pressed against me, leaning into me. His fingers were between my legs, moving slowly, gently, in a teasing manner. Then, they were faster, harder, and as they rubbed against the nub, sending waves of unbearable arousal through me, I cried out his name again and again.

"Bella… you're so wet for me," he murmured in approval as he slid a finger inside me. I screamed.

He moved inside me with skill, sliding another in, and another, before he had me bucking and writhing beneath him, going back and forth between incomprehensible whimpers and loud, lucid screams.

"Oh my God, oh my God, Carlisle, you're incredible," I gabbled in gasping, heaving breaths. "Oh, oh yes, oh God yes, Carlisle I'm going to… I'm gonna…. mmmmmmph… please!"

He whispered in my ear, his voice so sweet and soft and dripping with honey that it tipped me over the edge.

"Come for me, Isabella."

I cried out his name as I exploded beneath him, stars filling my head in an unearthly whirl. Pleasure ripped through me, waves and waves of it flooding my bones, making me shudder and squeal, until it slowly subsided into a happy, lazy contentment. I felt like I was floating.

I clung to him, fingers curled tightly in his hair. "I love you, I love you, I love you," I heard myself saying over and over again. He smiled into my neck, kissing me again and again, before nuzzling my cheek and telling me he loved me too.

Gradually, I came back to reality, managing to focus on his eyes as he pulled back to look at me.

"M…more…" I stammered, and he laughed, eyes shining.

"As you desire, my love."

He pushed against me, face buried in my shoulder as he nipped and kissed me. I felt his hard member press against me as he pulled me to him, off the table and onto my unsteady feet.

Wanting to give him the pleasure he just gave me, I reached out and took him in my hand, sliding and rubbing, soft, then hard. He gave muffled, guttural moans into my hair and shoulder, and I smiled as I felt him shudder against me.

I spun us around, pressing him against the desk, and continued to pump him, varying between slow and fast, hard and light. I watched in fascination as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, the enjoyment clear on his face. His breath caught as he opened his eyes, a loud groan escaping his lips.

"Bella… Bella… yes…"

I looked him up and down, drinking in his beautiful body. He was perfect in every way, and he was mine! An eternity with this man… my head span at the thought of it. What the hell had I done to be worthy of this wonderful fate?

My hand quickened with the increased urgency of his breathing. His hands were gripping my arms now, nails digging into the skin as if his life depended on never letting me go. He pulled me in for a kiss, gasping and moaning into my mouth as our tongues collided.

"Bella, oh Isabella, yes, yes… fuck!"

My eyes widened as he swore. I had never expected something like that to fall from his perfect lips, and it turned me on no end. Carlisle was losing his grip on his control; he was turning wild, and feral. And I was the cause of it.

A new wave of pleasure rippled through me at this realisation.

"Isabella. Oh God Isabella, I love you… don't stop, don't… ohh, God, yes… I'm… going… to…"

No more words came, for they were lost in the cry that escaped his mouth as it crushed into mine. I felt hot liquid spurt into my hand and against my belly, and I practically purred in delight.

"Bella… you are amazing…" he managed to murmur as his breathing gradually slowed, and his arms came around me, head nuzzled into my chest. He fell to his knees, and looked up at me, eyes worshipping me.

I had never felt so turned on in my life.

I fell to my knees as well, taking his face in my hands and kissing him passionately. Breaking away again, I smiled and looked at him as I licked my fingers clean.

"Now do that again… inside me," I whispered, grinning wickedly as he grew hard again immediately.

Ah, the joys and advantages of a vampire body…

Our heads both whipped up together. Someone was racing to the door.

Carlisle was up in a flash, grabbing a sheet from the back of the room that conveniently happened to be there, covering a painting that was waiting to be hung. In a fraction of a second he was back beside me and we were wrapped up in it.

This had better be important, I grumbled to myself internally.

Another second, and the door burst open.

"Emmett," Carlisle acknowledged, calmly.

Emmett gawked at us, slightly shocked for a moment, then grinned.

"Nice one pops," he winked at Carlisle.

Thank God I couldn't blush, thank God I couldn't blush…

His eyes moved to take in the rest of the room, and he gaped. I frowned, looking around me.

Oh my.

The room was in disarray. Two bookshelves had tipped over, books strewn across the floor. There was broken glass, splintered wood…

Holy shit. Carlisle's study looked like a bomb had hit it.

A love bomb.

I smirked despite myself.

I looked back to Emmett. Alice had joined him in the doorway. I frowned again – an extremely worried look had crossed his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Alice was smiling.

"He's worried that he has contenders," she chuckled.

"Contenders for what?"

Carlisle chuckled too. I was clearly missing the joke, and threw Alice a questioning gaze.

"Breaking the most houses," she said softly, before breaking into a chiming laugh.

Oh.

Carlisle gave me a squeeze.

"And to think, we haven't even done it yet…" he hissed in my ear, just loud enough for Emmett to hear.

Oh, you tease!

Poor Emmett looked like he was going to burst. As did Alice, trying to contain her laughter.

"Serves you right for mocking my vision earlier," she chided him.

Oh God, she hadn't seen that much, had she?

She threw me a mildly disgusted look that said yes, I bloody well had.

Carlisle cleared his throat. "I presume you had good reason for interrupting us, other than to gawk, Emmett?" he smiled, though his voice was serious now.

"Yes," they both said at once. Alice waved a hand at Emmett to continue.

"Rosalie's gone," he said, his usual grin giving way to concern.

"What exactly do you mean by gone?" I asked.

Alice stepped further into the room, worry creasing her brow again.

"She's left Forks. She's being smart… she keeps purposefully changing her mind so I can't see where she is going. But we think…"

She faltered, glancing at Emmett and back to us again.

"We think… we think she's gone after Edward."

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