Love at First Sight
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Chapter 14
I woke up feeling blissful. I was lying across Edward's chest, I didn't open my eyes. I was too happy to change anything, no matter how small. His fingers softly trailed down the contours of my spine, and I knew that he knew I was awake. I kept my eyes shut and tightened my arms around his neck, holding myself closer to him.
He didn't speak; his fingers moved up and down my back, barely touching it as he lightly traced patterns on my skin.
I would have been happy to lie here forever, to never disturb this moment, but my body had other ideas. I laughed at my impatient stomach. It seemed sort of prosaic to be hungry after all that happened this morning, like being brought back down to earth from some great height. I wondered how long I was asleep, but I was too contented to really care.
"What's funny?" he murmured, still stroking my back. The sound of his voice, serious and husky, brought with it a deluge of memories from earlier and I felt a blush colored my face and neck.
To answer his question, my stomach growled. I laughed again.
"You just can't escape being human for very long."
"Good thing you're hungry. My family was in the kitchen cooking up until the time we came."
I opened my eyes; the first thing I saw was the pale, almost silvery skin of his throat, the arc of his chin above my face. His jaw was taut. I propped myself up on my elbow so I could see his face.
I studied his features. I thought through everything that had happened, but I couldn't find any sour note in the memory. It had all been simpler than I'd expected; we'd fit together like corresponding pieces, made to match up. Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him. I couldn't think of any part that would make him look like this. What had I missed?
His finger smoothed the worried lines on my forehead.
"What are you thinking?" he whispered.
"You look so serious. I don't understand."
His eyes tightened. "Are you hurt, Bella?"
"Hurt?" I repeated; my voice came out higher than usual because the word took me so by surprise.
I made a quick assessment, stretching my body automatically, tensing and flexing my muscles. There was stiffness and a lot of soreness, too, it was true, but mostly there was the odd sensation that my bones all had become unhinged at the joints, and I had changed halfway into the consistency of a jellyfish. It was not an unpleasant feeling.
"No, why? I've never been better than I am now."
So lightly that he was barely touching me, Edward placed his hand against the bruises on my arm, one at a time, matching his long fingers to the patterns.
" Oh," I said.
I tried to remember this—to remember pain—but I couldn't. I couldn't recall a moment when his hold had been too tight, his hands too hard against me. I only remembered wanting him to hold me tighter and being pleased when he did.
I brushed my fingers along his arm. "I think for a first time, not knowing what to expect, we did amazing. And this is really nothing, I bruise easily. With a little practice—"
He was quiet for so long that, finally, I had to look up. His face was softer now, thoughtful.
"I know most girls don't enjoy their first time so I definitely did not expect how… how… just wonderful and perfect it was." My voice dropped to a whisper, my eyes slipped from his face down to my hands. "I mean, I don't know how it was for you, but it was like that for me."
A cool finger pulled my chin back up.
"Is that what you're worried about?" he said. "That I didn't enjoy myself?"
My eyes stayed down. "I know it's not the same. You're not human. I was trying to explain that, for a human, well, I can't imagine that life gets any better than that."
He frowned. "I didn't dream that you would construe the way I feel to mean that this wasn't… well, the best experience of my existence but I don't want to think of it that way, not when I thought you were. . ."
My lips curved up a little at the edges. "Really? The best ever?" I asked in a small voice.
"Yes, definitely the best." He smiled. "I thought that after Thursday night, it was easier to control myself, maybe because I had a better idea of what to expect but I saw the bruises and I was worried."
"Edward, I've never been so happy in all my life—I wasn't this happy when you decided that you wanted my body more than you wanted to kill me, or the first morning I woke up and you were there waiting for me. Or the first time you said you loved me. Those are the happiest memories I have, and this is better than any of it."
"I didn't know what to expect either so I asked my brothers. They told me sex was a very great pleasure, second only to drinking human blood. I don't think they were wrong, really. Just that it was different for us. Something more."
This time his smile was more genuine.
"It was more. It was everything. All this angst for nothing. Now whose being silly." I slapped his chest playfully.
He crushed me to his chest and gave me a heated kiss. "You don't know relieved I am to hear that you are alright. I was lying here torturing myself while you slept."
We were in each other's arms again; reveling in the feeling of euphoria that settled over us. Once again, we've passed another hurdle. Each test brings us closer together. I hope this will be the last test to our relationship. I'm ready to just enjoy this feeling of happiness.
Now that I'd discovered exactly how good sex was or should I say sex with Edward, I added, "So I was thinking—you know what I was saying about practice before?"
He laughed. "Can you hold on to that thought? My family will be here any minute. Plus, you should have a bath the hot water will make you feel better."
"I'll be right back." He got up and rushed into what I guessed was the bathroom.
He thinks of everything. I've heard the girls talking in the locker room so I know this is not a normal teenage experience. I sat there remembering all the things he did to me and I felt desire building again. He said he didn't know what he did to deserve me; I could feel the same way but I've already decided to enjoy being with him and don't second guess or question why we're together. I'm just thankful that we found each other. We both deserve to be happy.
He came back, picked me up and carried me into the bathroom.
"It's beautiful!" I hugged him tighter and kissed his neck.
The bathroom was filled with candles and rose petals were scattered over every surface. A Jacuzzi tub was bubbling, light music was playing in the background and the scent was heavenly.
"I'll have to thank Alice for this later; she did this while I was picking you up. All I did was turn on the tub, the music and lit the candles. She also left you something in my closet."
At first I was embarrassed that someone knew what he had planned but I realized that his whole family probably knew what we were up to. I smiled and decided to enjoy the moment. I just had the happiest experience of my life; I have a sexy naked vampire and a nice romantic bath. What more could a girl ask for? He walked into the tub with me, settling me between his legs. I leaned into him, closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of the hot water and Edward's hard body pressed into my back. I wished we had more time alone. There is so much I'd like to do with naked, wet Edward.
We walked into the kitchen and I was assaulted by the aromas of great Italian food.
"Bella! We're making Italiano for you." Esme said, she sounded excited.
Carlisle smiled at me saying "It gives us an excuse to use the kitchen for the first time."
"I hope you're hungry."
"Yeah, absolutely!" Edward and I exchange knowing smiles.
Everyone seemed to be happy except Rosalie, who glared at me.
"Just ignore Rosalie. I do." Edward whispers.
"Yeah! Let's just keep pretending like this isn't dangerous for all of us."
"I would never tell anybody anything."
"She knows that." Carlisle tried to reassure me.
But she continued, "No, she should know. The entire family will be implicated if this ends badly."
"Badly as in... I become the meal." I don't know where this came from. How could I be so flippant about this?
Everyone but Rosalie was struggling not to laugh. She stomps out of the kitchen with Emmett following her. We carried the food to the table and I couldn't believe the amount of food they prepared. It could feed an army. I smiled at Carlisle and Esme and thanked them. Telling them it was far too much food for me. Esme promised to pack some for me to take home so I wouldn't have to cook for Charlie.
Alice and Jasper joined us at the table and they all encouraged me to sample everything. At first I was self-conscious to sit there eating while they all looked at me but I was enjoying the food and I know they were just happy to do something for me.
After I assured them that I couldn't eat another morsel. Edward offered me a tour.
"Do you want to see the rest of the house?"
"No coffins?" I verified, the sarcasm in my voice not entirely masking the slight but genuine anxiety I felt.
He laughed, taking my hand, leading me away from the table.
"No coffins," he promised. "No coffins, no piled skulls in the corners; I don't even think we have cobwebs…what a disappointment this must be for you," he continued slyly.
We walked up the massive staircase, my hand trailing along the satin-smooth rail. The long hall at the top of the stairs was paneled with a honey-colored wood, the same as the floorboards.
"So what was Carlisle telling you before?"
His eyebrows pulled together. "You noticed that, did you?"
I shrugged. "Of course."
He looked at me thoughtfully for a few seconds before answering. "He wanted to tell me some news — he didn't know if it was something I would share with you."
"Will you?"
"I have to, because I'm going to be a little… overbearingly protective over the next few days — or weeks — and I wouldn't want you to think I'm naturally a tyrant."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, exactly. Alice just sees some visitors coming soon. They know we're here, and they're curious."
"Visitors?"
"Yes… well, they aren't like us, of course — in their hunting habits, I mean. They probably won't come into town at all, but I'm certainly not going to let you out of my sight till they're gone."
I shivered.
"Finally, a rational response!" he murmured. "I was beginning to think you had no sense of self-preservation at all."
I let that one pass, looking away as we continued on.
"Rosalie and Emmett's room…Carlisle 's office…Alice 's room…" He gestured as he led me past the doors.
He would have continued, but I stopped dead at the end of the hall, staring incredulously at the ornament hanging on the wall above my head.
Edward chuckled at my bewildered expression.
"You can laugh," he said. "It is sort of ironic."
I didn't laugh. My hand raised automatically, one finger extended as if to touch the large wooden cross, its dark patina contrasting with the lighter tone of the wall. I didn't touch it, though I was curious if the aged wood would feel as silky as it looked.
"It must be very old," I guessed.
He shrugged. "Early sixteen-thirties, more or less."
I looked away from the cross to stare at him.
"Why do you keep this here?" I wondered.
"Nostalgia. It belonged to Carlisle 's father."
"He collected antiques?" I suggested doubtfully.
"No. He carved this himself. It hung on the wall above the pulpit in the vicarage where he preached."
I wasn't sure if my face betrayed my shock, but I returned to gazing at the simple, ancient cross, just in case. I quickly did the mental math; the cross was over three hundred and seventy years old. The silence stretched on as I struggled to wrap my mind around the concept of so many years.
"Are you all right?" He sounded worried.
"How old is Carlisle?" I asked quietly, ignoring his question, still staring up.
"He just celebrated his three hundred and sixty-second birthday," Edward said. I looked back at him, a million questions in my eyes.
He watched me carefully as he spoke.
"Carlisle was born in London, in the sixteen-forties, he believes." He went on to tell me about Carlisle and his father's campaign to kill all the vampires and werewolves in London. How Carlisle was bitten one night and he had to remain hidden because if his father found him, he would have killed him. He explained that Carlisle decided from the beginning not to live off human blood so he started drinking from animals and realized he could live off of that instead. He traveled over Europe looking for other vampires and gathering knowledge, and how he trained himself to work with humans, ignoring the call of their blood because he wanted to use his skills to serve humanity. I was flabbergasted.
I'm not sure what my face was revealing, but he suddenly broke off.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I assured him. And, though I bit my lip in hesitation, he must have seen the curiosity burning in my eyes.
He took me to Carlisle's study to show me their history. It was recorded through paintings. When he got to the point where Carlisle swam from England to France, I couldn't keep quiet anymore.
"He swam to France?"
"People swim the Channel all the time, Bella," he reminded me patiently.
"That's true, I guess. It just sounded funny in that context. Go on."
"Swimming is easy for us —"
"Everything is easy for you," I griped.
He waited, his expression amused.
"I won't interrupt again, I promise."
He chuckled darkly, and finished his sentence. "Because, technically, we don't need to breathe."
"You —"
"No, no, you promised." He laughed, putting his cold finger lightly to my lips. "Do you want to hear the story or not?"
"You can't spring something like that on me, and then expect me not to say anything," I mumbled against his finger.
He lifted his hand, moving it to rest against my neck. As usual, my heart rate increased from his touch, but I persisted.
"You don't have to breathe?" I demanded.
"No, it's not necessary. Just a habit." He shrugged.
"How long can you go… without breathing?"
"Indefinitely, I suppose; I don't know. It gets a bit uncomfortable — being without a sense of smell."
"A bit uncomfortable," I echoed.
I wasn't paying attention to my own expression, but something in it made him grow somber. His hand dropped to his side and he stood very still, his eyes intent on my face.
The silence lengthened. His features were immobile as stone.
"What is it?" I whispered, touching his frozen face.
His face softened under my hand, and he sighed. "I keep waiting for it to happen."
"For what to happen?"
"I know that at some point, something I tell you or something you see is going to be too much. And then you'll run away from me, screaming as you go."
"I'm not running anywhere," I promised.
He told me about the friends Carlisle made in Italy who were still around.
"Aro, Marcus, Caius," he said, indicating the other three, two black-haired, one snowy-white."
"What happened to them?" I wondered aloud, my fingertip hovering a centimeter from the figures on the canvas.
"They're still there." He shrugged. "As they have been for who knows how many millennia. Carlisle stayed with them only for a short time, just a few decades.
The ages of these vampires seem mindboggling. He spoke of decades the way I'd speak of weeks, months. It was so much to grasp but utterly fascinating. I don't think I'd ever get tired listening to these stories.
Then he told me how Carlisle was working in the same hospital he and his parents were in. His father died first and before his mother died she made Carlisle promise to save Edward so he wouldn't die. After Edward's mother died, Carlisle honored his promise and changed Edward.
I waited quietly.
When he turned back to me, a gentle angel's smile lit his expression.
"And so we've come full circle," he concluded.
"Have you always stayed with Carlisle, then?" I wondered.
"Almost always." He put his hand lightly on my waist and pulled me with him as he walked through the door. I stared back at the wall of pictures, wondering if I would ever get to hear the other stories.
Edward didn't say any more as we walked down the hall, so I asked, "Almost?"
He told me about ten years after he was created he rebelled against Carlisle's way of life. He started to resent Carlisle for keeping him away from what he thought was natural for vampires so he struck out on his own.
"Really?" I was intrigued, rather than frightened as I should have been.
He could tell. I vaguely realized that we were headed up the next flight of stairs, but I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings.
"That doesn't repulse you?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I guess… it sounds reasonable."
He barked a laugh, more loudly than before. We were at the top of the stairs now, in another paneled hallway.
He went on to explain that because he could read minds, he didn't feed on innocents but only on humans who were evil. He told himself that if he could save a girl from being raped or murdered than he was doing something good but eventually his conscience started to bother him because even if he lived off evil humans, he was still taking lives.
I shivered, imagining only too clearly what he described — the alley at night, the frightened girl, the dark man behind her. And Edward, Edward as he hunted, terrible and glorious as a young god, unstoppable. Would she have been grateful, that girl, or more frightened than before?
"But as time went on, I began to see the monster in my eyes. I couldn't escape the debt of so much human life taken, no matter how justified. And I went back to Carlisle and Esme. They welcomed me back like the prodigal son. It was more than I deserved."
We made it back to his room. I didn't get a chance to see much of it earlier so I took my time looking around.
We were cuddling on his couch listening to music and talking. We couldn't keep our hands off each other but his family was in the house and Edward explained about vampire hearing, so we were trying to restrain ourselves. Settling for soft caresses and light kisses.
"Can we come in?" a soft voice sounded from the hall.
Alice seemed to find nothing unusual in our embrace; she walked — almost danced, her movements were so graceful — to the center of the room, where she folded herself sinuously onto the floor. Jasper, however, paused at the door, his expression a trifle shocked. He stared at Edward's face, and I wondered if he was tasting the atmosphere with his unusual sensitivity.
"Actually," Jasper said, smiling despite himself as he walked into the room, "Alice says there's going to be a real storm tomorrow and Emmett wants to play ball. Are you game?"
The words were all common enough, but the context confused me. I gathered that Alice was a bit more reliable than the weatherman, though.
Edward's eyes lit up, but he hesitated.
"Of course you should bring Bella," Alice chirped. I thought I saw Jasper throw a quick glance at her.
"Do you want to go?" Edward asked me, excited, his expression vivid.
"Sure." I couldn't disappoint such a face. "Um, where are we going?"
"We have to wait for thunder to play ball — you'll see why," he promised.
"Will I need an umbrella?"
They all three laughed aloud.
"Will she?" Jasper asked Alice.
"No." She was positive. "The storm will hit over town. It should be dry enough in the clearing."
"Good, then." The enthusiasm in Jasper's voice was catching. They went off to see if Carlisle could get the day off tomorrow.
Then he offered to take me home so Charlie wouldn't get worried about me.
We were sitting in the kitchen talking, while I heated up my dinner. He told me his parents really liked me.
"They're happy to see me happy. Actually, Esme wouldn't care if you had a third eye and webbed feet. All this time she's been worried about me, afraid that there was something missing from my essential makeup, that I was too young when Carlisle changed me… She's ecstatic; every time I touch you, she just about chokes with satisfaction."
I sighed. "They like me. But Rosalie and Emmett…" I trailed off, not sure how to express my doubts.
He frowned. "Don't worry about Rosalie," he said his eyes wide and persuasive. "She'll come around."
I pursed my lips skeptically. "Emmett?"
"Well, he thinks I'm a lunatic, it's true, but he doesn't have a problem with you. He's trying to reason with Rosalie."
"What is it that upsets her?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer.
He sighed deeply. "Rosalie struggles the most with what we are. It's hard for her to have someone on the outside know the truth. And she's a little jealous."
"Rosalie is jealous of me?" I asked incredulously. I tried to imagine a universe in which someone as breathtaking as Rosalie would have any possible reason to feel jealous of someone like me.
"You're human." He shrugged. "She wishes that she were, too." I thought about the reason for that and shuddered.
I continued quickly, to keep him from noticing.
"Alice seems very… enthusiastic."
"Alice has her own way of looking at things," he said through tight lips.
"And you're not going to explain that, are you?"
A moment of wordless communication passed between us. He realized that I knew he was keeping something from me. I realized that he wasn't going to give anything away. I decided to leave it for tonight. I was about to ask him about the baseball game tomorrow, when we heard Charlie's car in the driveway.
"Do you want your father to know I'm here?" he asked.
"I'm not sure…" I tried to think it through quickly. After the gun cleaning incident this morning, I'm not ready for more of that.
"Another time then…"
And I was alone.
"Edward!" I hissed.
I heard a ghostly chuckle, then nothing else.
My father's key turned in the door.
"Bella?" he called. It had bothered me before; who else would it be? Suddenly he didn't seem so far off base.
"In here." I hoped he couldn't hear the hysterical edge to my voice. I grabbed my dinner from the microwave and sat at the table as he walked in. His footsteps sounded so noisy after my day with Edward.
"Can you get me some of that? I'm bushed." He stepped on the heels of his boots to take them off, holding the back of Edward's chair for support.
I took my food with me, scarfing it down as I got his dinner. We briefly talked about our day, while I gobbled down my dinner.
Charlie noticed I was rushing through dinner and got suspicious. He wanted to know if I had plans.
"I think I'll go to bed early."
"It's Saturday," he mused.
I didn't respond.
"No plans tonight?" he asked suddenly.
"No, Dad, I just want to get some sleep."
"'Night, honey," he called after me. No doubt he would be listening carefully all evening, waiting for me to try to sneak out.
"See you in the morning, Dad." See you creeping into my room tonight at midnight to check on me.
I worked to make my tread sound slow and tired as I walked up the stairs to my room. I shut the door loud enough for him to hear, and then sprinted on my tiptoes to the window.
I threw it open and leaned out into the night. My eyes scanned the darkness, the impenetrable shadows of the trees.
"Edward?" I whispered, feeling completely idiotic.
The quiet, laughing response came from behind me. "Yes?"
I whirled, one hand flying to my throat in surprise.
He lay, smiling hugely, across my bed, his hands behind his head, his feet dangling off the end, the picture of ease.
"Oh!" I breathed, sinking unsteadily to the floor.
"I'm sorry." He pressed his lips together, trying to hide his amusement.
"Just give me a minute to restart my heart."
He sat up slowly, so as not to startle me again. Then he leaned forward and reached out with his long arms to pick me up, gripping the tops of my arms like I was a toddler. He sat me on the bed beside him.
"Why don't you sit with me," he suggested, putting a cold hand on mine. "How's the heart?"
"You tell me — I'm sure you hear it better than I do." I felt his quiet laughter shake the bed.
I left him there and went to the bathroom. I already had a bath at Edward's but I had to go through my regular routine for Charlie. I turned on the shower, brushed my teeth and changed into an old ratty t shirt and sweats. Before I left the bathroom, I stuck my head under the water and dabbed it with a towel. I dashed down the stairs so Charlie could see that I was in my pajamas, with wet hair.
"Night, Dad."
"Night, Bella." He did look startled by my appearance. Maybe that would keep him from checking on me tonight. Anyway, with Edward's enhanced hearing and his mind reading, we'll be safe. We've put his skills to the test before and Charlie was completely clueless.
I took the stairs two at a time, trying to be quiet, and flew into my room, closing the door tightly behind me.
Edward hadn't moved a fraction of an inch, a carving of Adonis perched on my faded quilt. I smiled, and his lips twitched, the statue coming to life. His eyes appraised me, taking in the damp hair, the tattered shirt. He raised one eyebrow.
I went back to his side, sitting cross-legged beside him.
"What was all that for?"
"Charlie thinks I'm sneaking out."
"Oh." He contemplated that.
"Why?" As if he couldn't know Charlie's mind much more clearly than I could guess.
"Apparently, I look a little overexcited."
He lifted my chin, examining my face.
"You look very warm, actually."
He bent his face slowly to mine, laying his cool cheek against my skin.
"Mmmmmm…" he breathed.
I felt his hand, lighter than a moth's wing, brushing my damp hair back, so that his lips could touch the hollow beneath my ear. His fingers were slowly tracing my collarbone, and I lost my train of thought. I felt his breath on my neck as he laughed. I pulled back and his expression became puzzled.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No — the opposite. You're driving me crazy," I explained.
He considered that briefly, and when he spoke, he sounded pleased.
"Really?" A triumphant smile slowly lit his face.
"Would you like a round of applause?" I asked sarcastically.
He grinned. "I'm just pleasantly surprised," he clarified. "In the last hundred years or so," his voice was teasing, "I never imagined anything like this. I didn't believe I would ever find someone I wanted to be with… in another way than my brothers and sisters. And then to find, even though it's all new to me, that I'm good at it… at being with you…"
"You're good at everything," I pointed out.
He shrugged, allowing that, and we both laughed softly.
"What —" I started to ask, when his body became alert. I froze, but he suddenly released my hands, and disappeared. I narrowly avoided falling on my face.
"Lie down!" he hissed.
I couldn't tell where he spoke from in the darkness.
I rolled under my quilt, balling up on my side, the way I usually slept. I heard the door crack open, as Charlie peeked in to make sure I was where I was supposed to be. I breathed evenly, exaggerating the movement. A long minute passed. I listened, not sure if I'd heard the door close. Then Edward's cool arm was around me, under the covers, his lips at my ear.
"You are a terrible actress — I'd say that career path is out for you."
"Darn it," I muttered. My heart was crashing in my chest.
He was silent for a moment, probably listening to the suddenly uneven pounding of my heart.
"Just now, when Charlie asked you if you had any plans tonight, I thought about that vile Mike Newton asking you to the dance. I remembered how jealous I was. I've read about it a hundred thousand times, seen actors portray it in a thousand different plays and movies. I believed I understood that one pretty clearly. But it shocked me…" He grimaced. "Jealousy… it's a strange thing, so much more powerful than I would have thought; And irrational!" He shook his head.
"I should have known you'd be listening," I groaned.
"Of course."
I sat up, "That made you feel jealous, though, really?"
"Bella, even while I wasn't talking to you – telling myself that it was best for you – I knew that someday you would say yes to Mike, or someone like him and the thought of anyone other than me having you caused me so much pain. You have no idea how much it means to me that you're mine. Now none of the boys in school could dare ask you out again. I'm the only one who will take you on dates, kiss those luscious lips, see you naked, suck your delectable nipples, the only one who will lick your pussy, fuck you day after day and watch your whole body flush as you climax. I like knowing that my cock will be the only cock you will see, touch, lick and suck."
"Oh God." I dropped on the bed.
"Even now, just talking about Mike and all those boys, makes me want to take you to the dance and show them that you're mine. Then bring you back to my bed and fuck you over and over again; possessing every part of you; making you scream my name until you lose your voice. I want to leave my mark on you so everyone knows who you belong to. I know I sound like a cave man but you incite such strong emotions in me." He stopped to gently kiss my lips.
I'm going to die. My heart is pounding and I'm really close to jumping him and having my wicked way with him. I have never been this aroused.
"Edward, are you trying to kill me? You can't say things like that to me. Sometimes I can't believe that this is new to you." I was having trouble breathing again.
He laughed his quiet, musical laugh — he'd laughed more today than I'd ever heard in all the time I'd spent with him — then he kissed me again.
"Years of mind reading and studying love and you're bringing out the human in me." He continued like the floodgates were opened and he had to get all his feeling out.
"Now that I know I could fuck you and control myself, I can hardly wait till tomorrow to make love to you again. The only thing holding me back right now is the thought that you may be sore. I can't even think of eating it because I wouldn't be responsible for what will happen next."
I was so close to having an orgasm just from his words. Knowing that he wants me so much, is such a turn on and having him say I'm his is turning my insides into mush.
He attacked my mouth; his fingers braided themselves into my hair, securing my face to his. My arms locked behind his neck. One hand slid down my back, pressing me tighter against his stone chest. He pulled me closer to him, his knee was against my crotch and I shamelessly rubbed myself against it, trying to get some friction to relieve the ache I was feeling deep inside. I crushed myself closer, molding myself to him. My nipples were squished against his cold chest. The tip of my tongue traced the curve of his lower lip; it was as flawlessly smooth as if it had been polished, and the taste – I could never get enough of the taste of his sweet lips. He started kissing me hungrily. I was kissing him back, ravishing his mouth, rubbing myself against him. It was a hard demanding kiss. I felt the coil in my stomach come undone making me shiver – it was a shiver of pleasure, of happiness. His hands began to loosen and he pulled my face away from his.
He chuckled once, a low, throaty sound. His eyes were bright with the excitement he so rigidly disciplined.
"Ah, Bella." He sighed.
"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not."
"And I should feel sorry that you're not sorry, but I don't. Maybe I should go sit on the chair."
I exhaled a little dizzily. "If you think that's necessary, but I promise to behave for the rest of the night."
We both laughed.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, I returned to his arms. I was feeling tired so I snuggled into his chest and settled down for the night as he hummed my lullaby. Who knew having orgasms could be so exhausting?