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Chapter 11
She gets up from the couch and moves to draw the shades. "I thought you might," she purrs, "your eyes are so dark with...lust...need. Or is it?" she doesn't finish her sentence.
All I can do is shake my head. She has no idea how badly I want all of her.
Once the blinds are drawn, she locks the door and retrieves her bag from the floor. After a moment in front of the sound system, Framing Hanley comes piping into the space.
"I want you to touch me this time," she says when she stops in front of me. "You can start by unlacing these." She offers me her hip, where there is a delicate bow at the top of her pants.
Okay, I can do that. I lean forward, pull on the end and it loosens. I take my time undoing the laces from her pants, first one side, then the other. When the fabric finally falls, she steps away from it.
She wraps her hair and holds it to her head with one hand. She is still for a moment, and I take in her stong legs still in her black heals. Then up until my eyes reach the red lace boy shorts that cover her.
I reach out for her, wrapping my fingers around the back of her corset. She smiles and lets me pull her to me. Bracing herself on my shoulder, she climbs into my lap, knees on the couch.
She moves over me, swaying to the music, but doesn't make contact. It doesn't matter. Having her this close, like this, brings my dick to life quickly.
When she finally settles and the first contact is made, she lets out a long moan, and lets her hair fall around us. Her forehead hovers just before mine, and her hair has created a privacy that I did not expect. Her eyes bore into mine, and it's the closest I've ever come to hearing her thoughts. They are clear and sober. Dark and full of unmet need.
She reaches down, lightly grabs my wrist and moves them behind her, "It's okay, Edward. You can touch me. I want you to."
She shivers only slightly when I spread my fingers over the lace of her ass. Her hand pushes at my chest and I sit further back. "Do you have anymore questions for me, now?"
There is only one that I need answered tonight. "What did you mean by a lie of omission?"
She smiles wide and wicked at me. "You've not given me anything about yourself. But it doesn't matter, because I already know what you are."
I am struck with terror and it quickly becomes confusion. I still her by gripping her hips. "What do you think you know?"
She fists her hands in my hair, commanding my attention. "Please, Edward, don't talk to me like I'm stupid. I know your kind, and gentle. Unsure of yourself." She pauses for a brief moment. "I also know your a virgin...and...a vampire." Her hands slip from my hair and move to my hands on her hips, tugging, indicating that I should let go.
I don't let go, but I do loosen my grip. "How?" I ask.
Her head falls back with laughter, for only a second. When she looks back at me, she is deadly serious. "It didn't take very long to figure it out when Alice started working here. I observed her and Jasper from a distance. I play in dark and dangerous worlds. Vampires didn't seem like such a stretch for me." She swirls her hips and grinds down on me. "So I just asked her. She didn't elaborate much, but confirmed what I already knew. When you came, and looked as pale as her, with your eyes that go from gold to black in a fraction of a second, it only seemed logical that you were, too."
"Doesn't that scare you?" I ask. I can't understand why, if she knows, she is still sitting on top of me.
She leans down. "No. Do I look scared?" she whispers in my ear.
"I could kill you. Without even meaning to, I could kill you." I need her to understand this.
"If I had to go now, it would be the most lovely death I could think of."
"There is nothing lovely about it." I shake my head at her. "You don't know what your saying."
She starts to move more, harder. Her hands run up over my chest, leaving fire in their wake. She is pulling at my hair again. Her heart picks up pace and she moans quietly.
She is sliding herself over my cock, back and forth and I don't know how much more I can take. Her tongue traces my jaw back up to my ear, and I sit shock still. Warm breath comes across my ear, "You want to fuck me?"
I pull on her ass, bringing her closer to me, "Yes," I growl.
"Then do it. Own me. Make me yours."
Without forethought, my hand flies between us and rips the lace free of her. "Yes," she hisses. She is hot, so very hot. Her heat is warming me, my fingers, as they dance along the outside of her sex. "Don't hesitate, Edward. Touch me."
She wants this, I want this. Something takes over me. "Be still," I command. She stops moving at once. I push my fingers forward, into the wet flesh, and it's so fucking hot. It's time to take back some of this control I've so willingly given over to her.
I explore her, and concentrate on her response. My fingers slide over her pussy, and when she bucks and squeaks, I know I can do this. "Yes, there," she whispers.
I slide my fingers into her hair, at the back of her head, and pull her forward. The music shifts, and as her lips brush across mine, she hums along for a moment, to Ozzy and Lita. She presses her lips into mine harder as she starts sliding along my fingers.
Her tongue darts and sweeps across my bottom lip, causing me to moan and shudder. Her head falls back away from me.
"More," she cries quietly.
I increase the pressure where she responds the most, by a fraction. "Yes, that's it."
The blood vessels come to life at the top of her corset, creeping up to her neck. Fuck she smells too good. Her heart is pounding and pushing the smell of her at me.
"Don't stop. Yes, just like that," she's panting now. Suddenly, her eyes roll back in her head, her bucking becomes jerky, and a high pitched keening comes from her perfect lips.
Before I even know I've done it, she is under me, on the couch and I am licking at the tops of her breasts. Her fingers find their way into my hair again, and she is tugging roughly. I growl, and bury my nose in her neck. I inhale deeply and the fire rips down my throat.
She pulls harder, "Now. Fuck me now," her voice is gravely and rough.
In an instant, I've undone my jeans and freed myself. I hear the tear of fabric as I try to force it down over my hips. I've no patience, I can't wait any longer. I push myself into her with what I think is caution, but she slides up off the back of the couch anyway.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! She's too hot, too soft, too tight, I think as her pussy clamps down on my dick.
I try to think of something else to keep from slamming into her to hard. I concentrate on the music, Will you ever take me...you know I just can't take the pain, and time my hips to it.
It's too much, still. She's still being jerked under me. "I can't, Izzy, I need this to badly to control it. I'm sorry."
She arches forward, "Don't say your sorry. Let go and own me. You feel to good inside me to deny. Please, I need it too."
I grip her hip and push into her more, deeper, harder. It's too good to stop. She feels too good around me, like heaven, like home. I could stay like this forever.
"Oh God!" she cries.
I pull back to look at her. "I am not god," I can't help myself from growling. "I am the farthest thing..." I mumble.
Her face is flushed, eyes burning. She tugs and I fall back to her. "More," she hisses in my ear. "I'm almost there, but I need...more. Push me over the edge, make me come, Edward."
"Yes," I thrust a little harder, "Give me what I need."
She screams and I feel her contract around me. "Bite me!" she yells.
"No!" I thrust harder, almost there myself.
"Yes, it's the one thing I want for, that money can not buy. Bite. Me!"
"No, please Izzy, don't ask me to do that," I roar
"You want it, I want it. Do it. Fucking bite me, Edward." Her chin tips up and falls to the side. I can see her artery throbbing there. "Now, while I'm-" her words turn into a gurgle when her blood flows into my mouth. My cock is throbbing, in time with her heart, and my stomach tightens. "Fuck," I mutter into her blood drenched neck, as I explode in her. Finally relief. I keep thrusting into her, and pulling the blood down my throat.
"The sweetest death," she mumbles, and then she screams.
"Edward! Edward!"
What? I think, as Alice's voice invades my ecstasy.
"Edward! Where the hell are you?"
Right fucking here! I can't pull off of Izzy's throat to answer her.