A/N: Thank you for the reviews they were really appreciated I'm really happy people are reading my story :) Well this chapter gets a bit lemony so enjoy ;)

I pummelled Edward's adamant arms, trying to force him to release me but he maintained his overpowering grasp. I watched helplessly from the sidelines in Edwards hold as my beloved friend was encountering his end.

Chapter 11

The gun violated the ground with an ear piercing collision when it was discarded from Carlisle's murderous hand. Carlisle had performed the most treacherous act possible, so I no longer had to remain silent for Jake's sake; he was beyond my help now. And I didn't care what torture Carlisle inflict pleasurably upon me, all of my focus was on the current loss of my best friend on account of execution.

'LET GO OF ME! LET ME GO!' I shrieked at Edward, who remained detached and frigid, even with my complete exertion. I desperately resorted to pelting him with my insignificant fists, when Carlisle intervened.

'Edward shut your bitch up now!' He roared as he restrained one of my wrists in his crushing grasp.

But Edward still preserved his emotionless face, why wouldn't he fight Carlisle? How could he let him get away with this unlawful evil? Amongst the silence after Carlisle's outburst I heard Jake expel his terminating breathe as he met his bitter end. Being restrained from my dying friend's side, unable to hear his last words ignited my temper so uncontrollably that I forgot my unwanted status.

'Why are you letting him do this? He tried to rape me, and he killed Jake with no justification! Fight for me Edward, prove to me that you love me the way Esme and Alice say you do!' I screamed at him, as I expelled all the feelings I'd bottled up in a moment of pure insanity.

Carlisle's control detonated and his uproar was released on my wrist as he crushed my bone. I wailed out agonized as Carlisle thrust me to the ground beside Jake's extinct form. He accurately redeemed the gun from its prior position and steered it in my direction, aiming ruthlessly for me.

'How dare you fucking speak my wife's name, and exploit me as a rapist, I don't want to hear another word from your blasphemous tongue, you fucking whore!' The slip of Carlisle's finger freed the trigger propelling the bullet, obliging it to pierce the air, aiming directly for me. I clenched my eyes shut recapturing memories of my life, before I too met my end. Electrifyingly an obstruction delivered me from the fire and confronted the bullet. I plunged backward remaining untouched by the pellet, but not from the merciless, raw surface. My saviour fell upon me because of the recoil; I caught of glimpse of his array of golden brown hair and was rendered unconscious.

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I was stirred by an icy caress on my cheek from an exquisite hand. My eyes fluttered open to meet the most beautiful face that I would never tire of. A faint smile was captured on his features, although his eyes remained pained. My head was established in his lap, and he was tenderly occupying himself with a tendril of my hair, and in my unconsciousness I felt he had bandaged my broken wrist. When he noticed me observing him, he arched her neck down to me and embraced my forehead with a compassionate kiss. This one simple gesture was so cherishing and loving, that no words could compare, and a tear of elation emerged from my eye.

Edward caught the tear delicately from my alabaster cheek and in response swaddled me in his arms and rocked my still grieving form in my favourite wintry arms. He hummed a lullaby smoothly into my hair, while I remained to his close to his sculpted chest. Edward rose off his bed and elevated me to an adjoining en suite in his domain. He carefully set me on the tiled floor, unwillingly releasing me from him with a kiss to my forehead, and turned his attention to the bathtub.

He twisted the tap effortlessly and let the water cascade serenely to the depths of the tub. I concentrated on the splaying water trying to take my mind off another affects from another blow to my skull. I was in such a deep trance that I hadn't realised Edward had began to disrobe my form. When he encountered my posterior he lifted me gently so my legs would adjust to my weight and carefully unravelled the bandage which defended my branded skin. He gazed upon the mark which he had inflicted upon my skin and grazed it with his lips smoothly, pulsing shivers up my spine, resulting in my body trembling urgently.

I had never felt this exposed or vulnerable, even when Carlisle had tried to defile me. This was true act of love, not misplaced passion, he was treasuring me the way a lover would, and this realisation made my heart thud like there was no tomorrow.

He recovered my body in his arms, cradling me once more. He lightly dipped his elbow into the tubs water confirming if the water was the appropriate temperature for me. He scrupulously lowered me in letting my pearly skin penetrate the water's surface nonchalantly. When I was submerged in the tub Edward attained a cloth and began to rub soothing circles on my back, as I bit my lip refusing to let a moan surpass. He then relaxed the cloth of the waters surfaces letting it sink down to the depths of the tub. He accessed a crystal jug confined on a nearby cabinet and immersed it in the bath, dispensing the water onto my scalp and trickling down my chocolaty locks.

He sensually massaged some shampoo into my hair, and if my senses were correct I believe it was strawberry. His expert fingers caressed my head with just the perfect amount of pressure to cause my nerve endings to rejoice in harmony. A stifled moan escaped through my lips which were clamped together by my teeth, and caused my skin to blush dangerously. Edward's hand's relieved themselves from masseuse duties and cupped my burning cheeks, letting out a content sigh for my warmth.

His hands abandoned my face leaving suds of the strawberry shampoo, and resumed his handy work on my scalp. He drowned the jug into the water once more letting it drench my shampooed scalp as he cleansed my hair, attempting to restore it to its former glory. When he was content with his work he reached softly under my arms and settled my back against the side of the tub. He released himself from the upper side of the tub shifting to the bottom to tend to my body.

He collected one of my knees raising it in a crook, and attained the cloth from the depth of the tub skimming my torso lightly in the process, sending jolts of electricity throughout my body. He laved the material upward my leg, halting just before my aching core. He imitated this technique on my other leg, leaving me internally pleading for more. He let the cloth glide over my torso and graze my breasts which retained my erect, nipples on his account, and as he skimmed them he let out a soft, needy groan.

That was when he decided to revisit my lower region which throbbed for vital attention that I was only willing to allow Edward to bestow upon me. He brushed the source of the ache attentively, and a hushed cry escaped my lips as I arched my neck in delight, he oscillated this movement several times but suddenly ceased cautiously. I turned my attention to him, my glassy orbs pleading with him to continue, and he responded with a nod, abandoning the material. He continued to caress my clit as two fingers slipped playfully inside of me and I let out a moan of ecstasy, when Edward placed one of his skilled fingers to my lips in an act to hush my pleasure. I aboded, but gently nipped at his finger and placed a delicate his on its tip. He proceeded with pleasuring my core, letting his elongated, proficient fingers work their magic. He drove them in and out of me while his thumb dealt pleasurably with my clit.

My release was so close as Edward continued to pump continuously into me. And as my hot juices erupted from my sex, a scream of unimaginable pleasure departed from my lips, only for it to be arrested by Edward's mighty hold. As I let the intense pleasure ripple throughout my being, I sunk further into the tub satisfied finally.

All that pent up sexual frustration had been finally released; this was the first time I had not been departed dissatisfied. But what I had also decided was that this was not going to be the last time Edward pleasured me, this was only the beginning. I had found a new addiction to indulge myself in, pleasure, at the hands of Edward Cullen.

A/N: Edward does have a tender side after all :) and Bella now knows better than anyone. I know there are a few things I haven't explained but I intend to later on :) Please Review xoxoxox