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Chapter Nine: Desire is Hunger
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BPOV
Be home by three-fifteen.
My hands were shaking when I signed myself into Study Hall. I clutched my books to my chest and looked up at the clock. Two-fifty-two.
"Hey Jess?" I asked quietly as we stood on the front rotation line for volleyball, nestled up to the net.
"What's up, Bells? Everything okay?" She quirked a brow and cast a side glance over to me without losing concentration on the opposing team that was getting ready to serve.
"Study hall," I broke off and saw the white, hard ball coming right at me. I froze, curling my hands up to my chest. It was coming right for me. "Oh, God!"
"Got it!" I heard Mike behind me. A whoosh of air released as he drove in, pushing me forward with his body from mid-line. He bumped with the bridge of his arms. "Bella, set!"
Was he kidding? The ball was coming back from its upward spin, right for me? Gimme a break!
I stuck my arm out and the hard plastic bit into the inside of my wrist. The ball skittered behind me. Damn, that stung like hell!
"Got it!" I heard Mike again. I looked over my shoulder and he spiked at mid court, sending the offending missile smoothly over the net before the opposing team could respond.
He winked at me, pleased with himself.
"Thanks Mike." I rubbed my hand, trying to smooth the red mark out of my skin. The rotation line was moving again.
Jess brushed her hand back through her hair and smiled at Mike before returning her attention to me. "What about study hall?"
"Do you have to stay the class period or can you go, like early dismissal?" I asked sheepishly.
"Oh, got a hot date?" She teased with a waggle of her brow. I turned red. Mikes blue eyes narrowed.
"No, I um…just wanted to get a start on the grocery shopping is all. You know, get things done early?" I chewed my lip.
"Thought it was steak and cobbler night at the diner?" Her forehead creased as she cast a fast look to Mike and then back to me. What was going through her mind?
"I, um, need to get some tofu and stuff. I think what I have in the refrigerator is expired." I really couldn't lie to save my life.
"Whatever," she shrugged her shoulders. "And yeah, it's like early dismissal. Just sign in and go about your merry way."
"Thanks," I said quietly. She was looking at me with accusing eyes.
Jessica didn't say anything for the rest of the class period.
Mike Newton saved me from death by volleyball at least a hundred more times. A roguish smile played on his lips every time he managed to protect me. Or show-off. Or rub up against me.
Maybe that last one was just my imagination.
Judging by the look on Jessica's face by the end of the three-game spree, maybe it wasn't.
Focusing myself back from memory, my red truck came alive with a turn of the ignition. I crept through the parking lot as the beast backfired; the sound was like a gunshot ripping through the sterile, rainy lot.
The shiny silver Volvo was gone.
I gripped the wheel with clammy, shaking hands. My drive home was only fifteen minutes, but every mile back to Charlie's unassuming little house felt like an eternity. Was I going to make it in time?
I could hear Edwards voice in my head. Over and over again.
I'm gonna make good on my promise.
I brushed a lock of hair behind my ear nervously before reaching the knobs on my outdated AM-FM radio. I needed something to distract me.
Static. More static. Talk radio. The Golden Oldies.
Classical. I left it there. It won by default. Doo-wop was far from tolerable in my frame of mind.
I tried to focus on the road, but those glittering emerald eyes were haunting me. I couldn't believe what we had done in Biology class. Never, in all of my life, would I have imagined I would be one of those girls.
The scent of him, the closeness of his body, even the heat of his breath on my face--all of it was just too much to bear. It was like everything around me just went away. I didn't care about being caught or the potential consequences. There was only this intense need to be closer to him.
Touch, taste, hiss, moan.
Sun. Sand. Freshly cured leather.
My heart skipped a beat as I turned onto the county road that was going to take me all the way home.
Where Edward was going to meet me. Wait, how did he know where I lived?
It dawned on me just then, that I was racing home to have sex with him. Not only had I helped stroke him off under the lab desk, but I had rubbed myself and put my wetness all over his lips. When I felt him twitch in my grip, all sticky with his lust…I took him into my mouth….
…and swallowed him. God, he tasted so good. Salty and sweet and almost addicting.
What kind of girl actually does something like that? Hadn't I been raised better than that, taught to respect myself and be responsible? We could have been caught and what would Charlie have said then? At the time I didn't care about the repercussions. I was greedy for him.
I never felt so liberated, so out of control and yet, still comfortable with it. Edward didn't force me to do anything I didn't want to do. And I wanted to do it again and again and again.
Shit, I really was a whore.
Nunnery. Nunnery. Nunnery.
Stop it, Bella. Right now.
Wait--stop this thing I had with him or stop calling myself a whore? I waited for my inner-psychotic-chastising-voice to re-emerge.
Sure, now you go quiet on me.
I pulled my truck into the make shift driveway in the back of the house. Charlie much preferred to leave his cruiser in the front in case he had to leave on a call.
My truck's carburetor rattled and kicked beneath the hood, finally quieting down with a last pitiful groan. I gathered my haversack and errant books that just didn't fit inside it and opened my door.
Frantically, I looked around me for any sign of the silver Volvo Jess had pointed out at the start of the day. Nothing. Had I taken too long? Was it after three-fifteen?
I made the walk up to the back door and slid my key nervously in the lock.
I felt like such a fool. Had I actually expected Edward Cullen to be here? When did I lose touch with reality completely? To believe someone so perfect and ungodly gorgeous would actually and purposefully be interested in me, even for sex, was a stretch of imagination.
He probably just said he would be here so I wouldn't feel bad about what I had done in Biology. Maybe he just felt guilty that he couldn't reciprocate at the time?
All of that was assuming he wasn't some sadistic monster. The kind that would set a girl up and then sit back and laugh about it with his friends. Oh God, would word get out to the senior class tomorrow that I was some kind of sexual-freak that got their jollies off of something like that?
I groaned and set my books on the kitchen counter, fighting the panic and anxiety rising in my throat. I dug around in my haversack for my cell phone and flipped it open.
Three-sixteen….
….he wasn't coming.
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EPOV
Emmett was doing wall push-ups, much to the delight of all girls in the class room. Mr. Basttion laughed when he saw the action commence and I shook my head. We still had a few minutes before class would actually begin.
I was still shaking as I waited for Mr. Basttion to set all of his notes out before him on the desk.
"So, what's on your mind, Edward?" He asked in dulcet tones, casting a glance up at me between paper shuffling.
I rubbed my hand on the back of my neck. A nervous habit. "I had a question for you. Psych based."
Mr. Basttion raised to full attention, placing his hands in his pockets, those steady silver-grey eyes on me comfortingly. I knew he could read my body language. The mixture of anger and guilt mixing with curiosity, and the remnants of what had just happened in Biology. Of course, he probably wouldn't be able to decipher that last part, no matter how well he knew me.
"What's on your mind?" He asked again. I had his undivided attention.
"Did you have any theories on," I rubbed the back of my neck more vigorously, "scent?"
"Scent, Edward?" He smiled non-judgmentally. Mr. Basttion was only a few years older than me. Some kind of savant-early placement type with a Masters, working toward Doctorate in Psychology. He dedicated two Saturdays a month to free counseling and group therapy.
"You have to be a little more specific than that." His face was placid but I knew he was studying me.
"Pheromones," I said, low and uneven.
"The only grounded theory on pheromones is the McClintock Effect, the Psycho-neuro-endocrinology response of women altering 28-day cycles to mimic one another, regardless of individual female-biomechanics." Mr. Basttion quirked a brow, intrigued. "There is a gaining theory on androstadienone emitted by the male species that seems to have clinical effect on ovulating women. But the responses are mixed."
I took a deep breath. "Can it trigger a psychological reaction or some kind of psychosis?"
"You have to give me more than that, Edward." Mr. Basttion shook his head, trying to draw it out of me. I fucking hated feeling so weak.
"Alright," I sighed and squared off close to him, desperate to shield myself from being overheard. "Let's say there is a girl and the way she smells--not her shampoo or soap but her very personal fragrance--made you react…in a very primal way."
"Love and sex are chemical impulses. Either of those could count as a psychosis, since one or both parties are temporarily out of their proverbial minds." He laughed, trying to make me feel at ease. "I think you might want to research the hypothalamus, the animal side of our brain that still controls all our more primal functions."
This wasn't getting us anywhere. People were starting to filter in and take random seats along the desks and floors. Mr. Basttion was a free spirit when it came to his method of teaching. I let out a heavy breath and started to turn away.
"Edward," Mr. Basttion said, low enough for me to hear him. I paused.
"Man is beast and beast is man. Civility is a forced state that separates us from our other half. We are not a perfect amalgamation or there would be no need for war, drugs and social psychology."
He had my attention.
"Incorporating two halves will always make a whole. To fight instinct is to square off against the self. We are duality, triplicates in some cases according to Freud. If this girl affects this guy in such a way as to ignite and join two sides of the self, there is only the psyche to roadblock the way." He continued, "Primal is the nature of instincts and within it, response to stimulus is wholly natural. Adrenaline rushes when afraid or confronted, the body pistons pleasure in the name of reproduction. It is hand and glove. Sword and sheath."
"Thank you, Mr. Basttion." I nodded my head. "Emmett and I are going to have to cut class a little early."
"You need a pass for Mr. Molina's class?" I knew the two of them were friends. Mr. Molina was no push over but I might get away with skipping his class if the slip had Mr. Basttion's name on it.
I nodded, appreciatively and lost in thought.
I walked back toward my seat and lounged into the desk, looking over at Emmett. He wiped his brow. I thought I heard fan girls making noises behind me and rolled my eyes.
Two halves of a whole.
"Emm, I need you to do me a favor," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. Another nervous habit.
"What's up?" He clasped his gigantic paw over my shoulder and I could hear him sniffing the air. Instinct must run in the family. "Bella, huh?"
His voice was a low whisper but I still felt like hearing him aloud violated some secret I was keeping. "I need you to ride back to the house with me and pick up your jeep."
"Cutting calculus?" He sat himself on the desk behind me, tenting his hands between his knees.
"Yeah and I don't want to leave you and Alice stranded. So in about five minutes, Mr. Basttion is going to excuse us."
Emmett nodded. "I don't approve of how you're going about it and I hope you're going to fix what you're breaking before it gets out of hand. But this isn't my life, or my dick, so do what you need to do."
I snickered. "Yeah, if only Mom, Dad and Alice end up seeing it the same way."
"Alice hasn't changed since we were kids. She always played the cop and you always played the robber, remember? You're her twin for fuck's sake, sit her down and talk to her. Give her some credit."
Mr. Basttion's booming yet lyrical voice took over the roar of the classroom.
"Welcome back from Spring break, class. I know you all have busy social lives but I will ask you to put all cell-phones, iPods and various other implements of the electronic persuasion in a safe place."
I looked over my shoulder to Emmett. He was smiling like a cat with a mouse under its paw.
"What?" I mouthed, narrowing my brow.
"Mom and Dad are going to kill you." I read his lips perfectly and turned around in my seat, facing away from him. Yeah, I was brooding. But only because he was right.
"Mr. Emmett Cullen, would you be kind enough to give us a brief review on Maslow's Pyramid?" Mr. Basttion cut through the tension and I could hear Emmett jerk his head up, suddenly.
"Um, okay," he gulped. Mr. Basttion was my fucking hero.
I glanced at my watch, fighting off the aching that burned through my body. Two halves of a whole.
Was it three-fifteen yet?
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BPOV
Three-sixteen…
…he wasn't coming.
I slammed my phone closed and turned around to stuff it back into my haversack. God, I was such a….
"Waiting for someone?"
My eyes jolted up to wild bronze hair and emerald green eyes piercing me from the doorway. How? When? Why didn't I smell him?
"No," I defended, instantly. "I just got in…"
And left my door wide open.
"Aren't you going to invite me inside?" Edward's calm voice stoked my flame. All my fear and anxiety was gone and a hot flush colored my face.
"You're late." I said with a heavy breath. That was my only fever-crazed invitation.
"Thought you weren't waiting?" The sound of his footsteps echoed on linoleum as he closed the door behind him.
"I-I wasn't." He saw right through me. The metallic click of the lock made my skin shiver. "I didn't…" I stopped myself. Didn't what, Bella? Smell him coming?
"Didn't catch my scent?" He turned, moving toward me. Like a predator.
"N-no." I took a step back, locking onto emerald eyes. Like prey.
"I was downwind. And I'm not late. I was just watching you…anxious and unguarded. The scent of you changes you know, just like now."
There it was and I was shaking. Sun. Sand. Edward's leathery musk.
"Oh," I managed, my breath catching on my lips. I was still backing up. "How did you know where I live?"
"Your father is the Chief of Police, Bella. This is a small town." I was still backing away. He was gaining on me.
"Stop moving." Edward's voice was a sharp command as he slowed his advancement, drawing in audible breaths. He licked his lips slowly.
I stopped mid stride. I was panting.
He removed his jacket slowly, setting the black wool over the chair closest to him and never taking his eyes from me. "Come here, Bella."
God, the way he said my name. It was like his lips and tongue wrapped around every syllable, possessively.
My hands were quivering at my sides. Those emerald eyes were darkening. I was drawn to them, to him, like a magnet. I made careful strides, tasting the electric hum of lust between our bodies with every closing step.
Edward's hand grasped me around my waist, pulling me in the rest of the distance. I moaned and went achingly stiff at his touch, whimpering as our bodies collided. The silk of his skin passed up along my neck, skimming the mark he had left me days ago.
"You're out of breath already and I haven't even started with you, yet." His breath splayed across my face as I turned my chin up to him, my lips trembling at his closeness. Edward's hand tightened at the side of my neck, making the flesh taut, so near to his bite.
He inhaled sharply, passing his nose against my cheek to my ear. "Do you like wearing my mark, Bella?"
I whimpered in response. I felt his smoldering breath release in an arrogant chuckle and the edge of his lips skimmed my ear. "I watched you touching it at lunch, fingering over it so slowly. Do you fuck yourself like that, teasing my mark when you writhe and hiss and cum?"
"Yes," I gasped. Edward tightened his fingers against my neck, squeezing the tender bruise slowly. I arched into his body, pressing my nails into his hips.
"Fuck." He growled, his wet tongue lapping down my cheek, all the way to my chin. "I'm gonna make you scream, Bella."
"Edward," I whimpered when I felt his teeth nibble along my chin and slowly onto my bottom lip.
His hips pressed against me, trapping his cock into my hip. I could feel the heat of him through denim. I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for friction. The sopping wet sound of my sex and the intoxicating scent of my desire made his breath hitch.
Edward leaned back, his chest heaving wildly. "I fucking dream of hearing you say my name like that. Where is your bedroom, Bella? So fucking help me, I will have you right here."
I shivered, stepping away. The loss of his body was hell. The intensity of his eyes was heaven.
My breaths were wild as I backed out of the kitchen, using my hands on the wall to guide me when we came into the adjoin of the living room. Edward followed, lifting his sweater and under-shirt over his head, tossing it onto the stairs as he followed me.
I mimicked his motion and tossed my snug-blue shirt over the banister, reaching behind me to unclasp my shimmery-white bra. I nearly lost my footing.
His hand encircled my naked waist protectively and I braced his shoulder for safety. We were still face to face, with every precarious step backward I was taking. I couldn't, I wouldn't take my eyes off of him.
Edward licked his lips slowly, audibly sniffing around him. He no longer needed my guidance. My scent was strongest in my room and he led me right there, backing me up and over the threshold till my knees hit the bed.
"Fuck, you're everywhere." His eyes rolled back, teeth snapping into the air between us. His hand released from my waist, flipping open the catch of his jeans. He palmed over his twitching cock in sensory overload, denim clinging to his hips.
I was instantly jealous of the material and bared my teeth.
Edward's free hand gripped my hair, his eyes feasting on his mark. I could feel his hot breath, burning the shorn flesh.
I hissed in desperation, my nails biting into his skin.
"Mine." He snarled in lust, twisting my hair violently in his grip.
Emerald eyes were nearly black.
We needed this. There was no going back…
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EPOV
The bruise of my teeth in her skin.
I marked her. Fucking mine.
Her beautiful face turned with the grip I had on her hair, my fingers twisting aggressively into dark brown silk. The scent of her was everywhere, saturating the room. I fucking rubbed myself violently through my jeans, feeling my dick twitch.
Her nails were in my skin. I growled.
I needed her. Everything else was a lie, and she was the only truth I've ever fucking known. The world was shallow and dead. There was only the hot electric pulse of her body to feed me life.
Dark chocolate eyes cast a sideways glance to me and she licked her parted lips. One hand left my skin. She rubbed over her aching nipple, plump and tenting white fucking satin.
My hand released her hair instantly and she pinched the hard bud, mewling with lust.
"Take it off." My voice was like venom through clenched teeth. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stop rubbing my dick.
Bella's back arched and the previously unclasped bra fell from her shoulders. A pool of virginal-white-shimmery-material.
I pulled her to me, grinding my hips into her jeans. Her tongue met mine, outside the rim of her lips. The air between us filled with wet, sliding sounds and panting breath.
My fingers traced the mark on her neck. She tensed and moaned, suckling my tongue into her mouth. Oh, my girl liked my marks. I wanted to cover her fucking skin in them.
I pressed her body into mine, chest to chest, feeling the firm swell of her perfect tits ride my hard muscle. I nudged my teeth to her lip as she released the sweet suck on my tongue. Fuck, Bella had a perfect God damn suck.
My dick twitched in remembrance.
I slid my hands down her hips and opened the catch on her jeans, nudging the skinny-tight material down her thighs until it broke off of her body. I was fucking panting.
"Get on the bed." I growled as she moved, tugging the denim off of her as she did. Chocolate brown eyes flashed wildly.
And there she was, in a pair of white fucking panties, on a purple fucking comforter. Fuck. Bella was a shivering, beautiful mess.
I leaned over the bed and her fingers slid into my wild bronze hair. I moaned as she tugged on the ends, discovering my fucking fetish for a good-hard-pull. My fingers brushed over her nipples, pinching hard as I hissed against her mouth. Her perfect fucking tongue lapped out to taste my sneer-curled lip.
She twisted her little fingers harder into my hair.
I fucking snarled.
I took her hips into my hands and dragged her to the edge of the bed as she released her hold. My eyes took hers captive and I knelt down in front of her.
Tangerine. Honey. Wet Wildflowers.
Fuck. It was intense.
I spread her legs and lifted her knees, my eyes never leaving hers.
"These are coming with me. Take it off." My voice was like gravel. I fucking inhaled her.
She gasped, lifting her hips and tugging at the white-shimmery satin. I pulled them down her long, gorgeous legs.
I lifted them to my nose, inhaling thickly before dragging my tongue on the hot material. Sharp breaths left my lips.
I was fucking shaking.
"Oh God," she whimpered, spreading her thighs before me.
I stuffed her panties into my pocket and gripped her knees, guiding them over my shoulders. My hands were trembling, my dick twitching.
Bella grabbed the comforter in her little fingers.
I bowed my head at the altar of her sex, dragging her hips to me.
Pink. Swollen. Wet. Wildflowers.
I wanted to worship her.
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BPOV
I gripped the comforter, gasping as his hot breath passed over my wet skin.
Edward inhaled, thick and sharp, licking his lips as he drew closer.
"Fuck," he whimpered at the core of my body. "…so strong….I need this…Bella…"
I felt his hands push my thighs open and I nearly fell back with the intensity. Oh, God, right there…
"Edward!" I cried out.
His tongue lapped thick and slow into the folds of my dripping wet center. So soft, sweet God, I could feel his tongue shaking against me.
I was panting, breathless. I heard him growl…and his head came between my legs hard and unyielding.
His teeth, nose, lips…pressed against my pussy and the heat of his tongue filled me, lapping hot and fast from my entrance to my clit. When he shivered his nose against my throbbing bud, I screamed, fisting the sheets.
Oh God, please!
The wet sound of his mouth made me gasp. He drank me, thick and hungry and I felt him rise up against the bed.
I reached for him, wrapping my fingers into his hair. I pulled softly and his teeth gripped my clit, tight and shaking the sensitive bud desperately, making my body clench. He felt so good!
The hot suction of his mouth made me whimper and he rose up further, pressing my knees back against my body, using his forearm to block behind them. Edward lapped slow, hard strokes, wetting his face with me.
I writhed against him and his tongue drove into my body. He cried out, plunging his slick hot muscle deep, licking himself into me. My hips rocked, I made sounds only he could evoke.
When I felt his teeth at my walls, his nose nudging my clit, I screamed, tugging his hair so hard I thought I would hurt him.
Edward snarled. Deep and low. And slid two fingers into my dripping sex.
"Oh God!"
"I'm your fucking God!" He growled so deep, so primal--I arched my back. "You're mine, do you hear me? You're fucking mine!"
I hissed and whimpered as his mouth pressed into me, forcing me to curl back onto myself. My eyes tightened, closing till I saw stars behind the lids. His fingers twisted and curled inside of me and he slipped his tongue into my body, drinking me down.
"I'm so….Edward!" I screamed.
I felt his fingers leave my body, replaced by the hot thrust of his tongue and the feel of his teeth against my pussy lips. I shook my head violently from side to side. His hand moved up my slit, pressuring his thumb against my clit.
"Edward!" I cried out, so much pleasure, so intense. It built. I couldn't hold it. I couldn't stop it.
"All over my tongue…fuck…I taste it…fuck…Bella…I'm…gonna…."
His tongue took me hard, hooking into my walls. I could hear him suckle my dripping wetness as his thumb rubbed viciously against my clit.
"Edward!" I arched and convulsed, screaming as I came. I pulled tight on his wild hair, riding my pussy against his face. Edward tongued me deep, lapping at my pussy, sucking my release into his mouth. He was whimpering and shaking against me, jerking in violent motion.
"Please…Edward…I need you…"
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EPOV
I felt her getting closer. The sweet fucking taste becoming so strong, I was losing my control. I lapped and feasted and surrounded myself with her. Licking, biting, sucking, fingering. I worshipped on my knees.
I was rewarded with heaven.
Tangerine. Honey. Wet wildflowers.
I was aching, shivering into her body, feeding myself and giving her everything. Two halves of a whole.
Her tight walls clenched on my tongue. I arched and growled and whimpered. Fucking whimpered in supplication to a power stronger than we were.
I came, hard.
With her.
Fucking heaven. And I never even touched myself.
"Please…Edward…I need you…"
She begged.
My dick twitched. I was still shaking from my own release. I was still so fucking hard, it hurt. What the hell happened to recovery time? Shit, with her, I couldn't get enough...and my dick knew it.
Bella's legs fell down from my shoulders and I slid my jeans and boxers down my thighs. My cum was still hot bound inside of cotton and denim. The material was off of me so fast she barely had time to slide back on the bed.
I took myself in hand, shaking. My eyes were predatory, looking down on her writhing naked flesh like a mountain lion ready to feast.
"Edward," she whimpered, parting her thighs wide. She showed herself to me, her glistening cunt aching to be filled.
"Tell me what you want." I already knew. I growled and leaned over her, stroking my cock slowly, my fingers still slick with her. I let her feel me fuck my hand, my knuckle grazing her clit.
She arched up, desperate for my touch. "I want you inside…I want to feel you cum in me."
"Who do you belong to? Say it." My words were hard, dark, possessive.
"You, always. Only you. Please." Fuck. She was my mate, my equal, my heaven.
She was mine.
"Mine," I growled, sliding my cum swollen tip against her quivering, freshly-eaten cunt. God damn, she made me shake.
I clenched my teeth. "Your legs…over my shoulders. I want to cum deep. I want to see you leaking with me."
Bella's quivering knees drew up, her legs passing over my shoulders as I knelt before her, slowing my hand down. How the fuck was I still so hard, so needing?
Her knees passed over my shoulders. "Look at me."
Tear-filled chocolate eyes held mine. Overcome with joy, lust, desire, contentment.
I feel it to.
I leaned down, gripping my twitching dick. Her small hands gripped my shoulders. My free hand slid along her cheek. "My other half…"
A serene, unfamiliar expression flashed across her face before I filled her with my swollen, throbbing cock.
"Oh God Edward!" Bella cried out as I slid deep, to the hilt inside of her. Hand and glove. Sword and sheath.
"Bella!" I moaned as she took me in. Her name fell from my lips, so new and different and right. I wanted to savor it with her walls tight and hot and gripping me.
I crushed my weight down onto her, sliding my hands under her shoulders and pulling her to me. I wanted to smother myself in her skin.
"Fuck, Bella!" She was mine. She belonged to me.
My eyes threatened to roll closed as I seated myself deep into her body, unable to move, letting the weight of it all surround me. Her breathing was wild, her hands sliding along the back of my neck.
It felt too good. Too right. She was already shaking under me.
"Hard, Edward…please…"
My girl wanted it hard. I was going to ride her into fucking oblivion. Wait for it....
Two halves of a whole. Bella, what are you doing to me?
"Shhhh..." My breath hitched. My body was still, the feeling of her walls milking against me, so ready to feed me her release a second time. I had to fight to stay immobile. "Tell me what you feel..."
Bella bit into her lip, my breath falling all over her face. She tried to move her hips beneath me. She was pinned. "You. Perfect. You. I want more. It's not enough. It's never going to be enough!"
Desperation.
My tongue tasted her chin, cheek, lower lip. Fucking consumed. Addicted. The passage of my slick muscle made her gasp and yelp. I breathed her in.
I tasted us.
She was everything.
The realization burned into my soul, etching my skin in sweat as I fought to remain fucking still. I wanted to memorize her, inside. Fuck. It hurt so good.
Her little fingers ripped my world to pieces.
"Beg me," I hissed, feeling her legs shake with the strain of stillness. Her chest was heaving. I could feel her heartbeat through her ribs.
Bella mewled in frustration, bating me with a show of her teeth. I owned her body. I wanted more.
"You fucking need this as much as I do," I growled. She felt too good. Too right. Admit it. "Beg. Me."
She knew what she wanted. What we needed. I watched the shadows of my shivering hair fall over her face.
"Fucking let go, Bella." I growled.
Chocolate eyes yielded. She inhaled my breath.
"Edward...please...give me what I need," she whimpered, her hands around my neck, fingers in my hair. "Please…make me yours…I'm addicted..."
I broke. My lip curled into a sneer.
"Fucking take all of me," I felt her body seized beneath me. That first thrust. God damn, my dick twitched inside of her. I felt her grip me, tighter than a fucking fist.
I was desperate, pistoning, shaking, feeling her pussy yield to me. I rode her hard. There was no other way to quell the ache.
Fuck, she was so tight like this. It hurt.
I wanted to punish us. Too good. Too right. We could never fucking be!
We already were.
"Edward!" Her cries were agonizingly beautiful. Her hips pressed forward.
I lost my self control.
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BPOV
I let go. Addicted.
Emerald eyes cradled me like a sacred relic. The truth will set you free...
He was inside of me, deep. I could feel my body stretching, aching, yawning. He wouldn't move...
I arched, whimpered, bared my teeth and challenged him.
Only when I gave myself, did I finally receive him.
His fingers splayed over my face, the tension in his body making him arch his shoulders and draw my legs toward my ears.
So deep...
Thrust. Oh God, yes.
His lips were braced against mine, I felt the power of his body move him forward. I seized, clutched, gripped. He fit so perfectly.
The other half of me.
It hurt. We hurt. I felt it like desperation.
"Make me yours!" The sounds that left my lips were inhuman. He swallowed every cry I gave him, into his body.
Addiction.
"I can't fucking stop...Bella," Edward cried out as my hips rode into him.
Emerald eyes rolled back. His hands took mine, driving them into the bed.
"I don't ever want you to stop," I cried out, shivering as his words sank into my skin.
His body destroyed me, making me tremble, making me drown in his keening cries, his desperate curses.
I tightened around him. He was so deep, everywhere inside of me. Edward couldn't get deep enough, we needed more.
I arched wildly against him.
Right there. Sweet-Holy-Mother.
I shivered. He growled, the tip of his cock dragging inside of me, pressuring...pushing...
Again. That place inside. Oh, God.
"Edward!" I screamed till I could taste raw blood in the back of my throat.
"Fucking hold it!" He growled, hard wet slapping of our sex colliding.
I bit my lip till it bled.
His mouth drank me. Right there...that spot.
"Fucking right there, Bella?" He snapped his lips from mine, red and stained with fresh blood. "Is that the spot, baby? Fuck, your clenching...hold it back...God damn it!"
I sank my nails into his body, arching wildly beneath him, trapped and desperate. The tip of his cock teased me, dragging hot and heavy inside of me, tormenting me.
White hot lightning flashed before my eyes.
His mouth was at my ear. Panting breaths.
"Found the fucking E spot, didn't I, baby?" My fingers fisted in his hair. He turned my head viciously to the side.
Teeth. Deep in my shoulder. "Please!"
Copper. Sex. Us.
Teeth and skin and bone and need.
My red was on his chin. I tightened. "Please Edward..."
"Cum. All over my dick," he growled, pushing our hands and hips into the bed.
The world faded into white hot sparks.
"Fuck," Edward snarled, driving so deep I could only scream.
"I'm begging..." Tears of pure release streamed down my eyes.
"So am I," his cries were strangled. "...don't ever want...to stop."
Hands in my hair. Emerald eyes.
Sun. Sand. US.
He dragged me over the edge, his teeth against my lower lip. I tasted his breath, his cock so deep inside of me. I felt him still his thrusts and pulse inside of me, thick spurts of addiction painting me in his scent.
"Edward..." I cried.
Floating.
Falling.
He filled me with life.
Everything went black.
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A/N: Brits23 ***STANDING OVULATION AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!***Have you read this woman's writing? Well, go on over and say hello. She has cookies!
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*SPECIAL*
Edward: *clears throat* Ahem, Melissa…I believe you have an apology to make. I know it will be a first, but please, do share with the rest of the class.
Me: Normally, Edward, I would strangle you. But you are right. During the mad dash to create our Q and A prep, last update…I left a very important question for Edward out of the fray. I would like to apologize to BlueDiamond formally. Edward, would you mind answering one more question?
Edward: For BlueDiamond, how could I resist. *waggles brow*
Me: *clears throat* BlueDiamond would like to know, since you make some very colorful, primal noises…do you also…purr?
Edward: That's a hot fucking question. *licks his lips* Let me say this…I have been known…purr…but that's something that comes from the heart. So, be on the look out for it. And thank you, Blue for giving me the chance to answer your question.
Me: *impressed at Chivalryward*
Edward: 'cause, Melissa here is a fucking noob.
Me: *kicks Edward in the shin* and…back to dickward, in less than 2 seconds.
Edward: Fuck! God damn that sucks! *rubbing shin vigorously*
Me: *smiles happily* Watch it Cullen or I'm giving Emmett another hockey stick and letting him have at it with you.
Edward: *bites his lip, shaking his fist angrily*
Thank you all once again for staying with us. Now, please see the REC fics list I am currently devouring!
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http://www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/4734302/1/
Coming of Age by EliseShaw, We have watched the family grow…and change and now we come into the later years. The happiness, the settling in and Edwards rebellion and craving for the human blood of evil doers. Gawd, this is so perfectly crafted you feel the strain on the family we saw burgeoning in No Longer Alone. EliseShaw is pure art in type.
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