A/N
All that Twilight jazz ain't mine, it's Stephenie Meyer's funny valentine. When she was doing the cell block tango, I gave Edward the old razzle dazzle.
Chicago much?
Lambcullen sends me dirty Rob texts when I'm low, and that's why I love her. She also kindly beta's this demon, much to my delight. And his.
Thanks to snshyne who died again and again while pre-reading. Services are to be confirmed, knickers may be donated to the Snshyne Memorial Fund. Xo
Snshyne says there should be a warning. Demonic lemons, dead ahead…
Songs for this chapter:
La Misere du Viellissement, Christopher Smith (this is what Edward is playing at the beginning of this chapter)
Anytime, Anyplace: Janet Jackson
Am I Demon: Danzig
Black Magic Woman: Carlos Santana
Your Congratulations: Alanis Morrisette
'It is the beast that dwells in man's soul.'
From Creditors, a play by August Strindberg
EPOV
My fingers caressed over the keys, the notes quietly lamenting in the predawn gloom. A somber disjointed waltz, to move almost in time with the metronome of her heart in the next room. Her breathing a soft percussion accompaniment to the strange band of emotions that had been unleashed within me.
Yes. The beast was satisfied.
Both of us were. I have been with human females, and immortal females as well. It was a part of me, a constant pull to possess, to dominate, to claim. Time and again, drinking and sex were a part of my fiber, my being. It was my place in the world that kept my sanity steady.
Bella, she was more for some reason, and I still didn't know how to acknowledge it.
Acknowledge her.
When she had collapsed, her body sated, her neck was in easy reach, a perfect angle. I had licked the innocent sweat, a small gratification, her taste diluted.
The beast growled, and I knew when she tensed, that he had been overly vocal in his want. My knife was nowhere near, and I knew that I would not be able to take steel to her skin. No, she was mine. No other weapon but mine would do.
"Bella."
She purred against me, her arms wrapping around me, her breasts pressing firmer against my chest. My cock was still deep inside her, and she pulsed around me, lending her unique rhythms to my quiet flesh.
The internal door rattled so violently, it became unhinged, and the beast was barely tethered inside my soul.
"Bella, close your eyes. If you do nothing else in this life, close your eyes and remain still. Breathe, only if you must. I cannot hold back any longer."
I stood up, her legs instinctively wrapped around me. I held her against me, still inside and fell to the floor, laying her down on the rug. My razor sharp teeth brushed against her flesh, and she moaned. I moved inside her once, her gasp whisper soft in my ear. Her body tightened itself around me, her thighs holding me. I panted in her ear, abusing the small tender thread of control I had left, as I drank her scent in.
I growled, low in my throat.
The small taste the other night was not even an appropriate aperitif. I closed my eyes, and reached between us to stroke her, finding her wet, slippery, and hot with my fingers. She bucked beneath me, and I smoothed my fingers in circles, bringing her close to her own brink. Her breathing became labored, her heart sloshed blood through her veins. Just as she began to orgasm, I could not bear it any longer.
I licked her again and this time, my teeth found their mark. Her blood, warm and sweet, flowed into my mouth. She cried out in my arms, and I moved my hips, my cock finding a sensitive place deep inside her, she arched against me.
"Edward…"
I was still wholly unprepared for her taste. I tried to hold back the frenzied instinct to drink her dry, desperately trying to convince every part of myself that I was more than predator.
I closed my eyes, her dark flavor unlike anything else. I was euphoric, and for the first time in an entire century, I felt a small inner peace.
My mind brought me back to the present. I had licked her wound closed, making sure to suck my own venom out as well. She was weak, even though I had not even begun to drink my fill. I had taken enough to make sure I would not be so hungry, but not enough to entirely satisfy me.
How much would be enough?
She had begun shivering in the night, and I had turned the fire on in the fireplace. I could not offer her warmth, my own warmth stolen a long time ago. I covered her as best as I could, wrapping her naked body in the fur. I paused by a mirror that was in the hall, noting my face had a slight flush to it, and it was because of her. I could not meet my own eyes, knowing exactly what would be staring back at me.
As I continued to play, the sun began her lazy ascent behind a duvet of thick cloud.
I did not keep food in the house, and vaguely wondered if this is something I should consider.
***
BPOV
I woke the next morning, and felt like I'd been hit by a fucking freight train. My head, surprisingly, was not sore, but the rest of me was aching. But it was a good ache, an ache I'd never experienced before. I felt oddly satisfied.
My mind replayed last nights events. It felt surreal, like it wasn't me. I had never done anything like that before in my life. I covered my face with my hands, a little embarrassed.
What if he thought I was this total danger slut, now?
And how do I classify this in my mind? There were no labels. Applying boyfriend to Edward seemed fucking laughable. Calling him my lover was overly dramatic. Were we even friends?
I was distracted by the quiet piano music that flowed softly through the house from somewhere. I stretched, and realized I was lying on the rug, naked. I felt myself blush and sat up slowly. My head swam slightly, and it took me a moment for the room to stop spinning. I moaned, shutting my eyes.
The piano music paused.
I don't even remember being on the rug. I tried to remember, and vague flashes of us on the couch, then him growling. Then his whispered plea in my ear, Close your eyes Bella…
And then I'd had the most erotic experience of my life. The pleasure, the way he had moved in me, filling me. His teeth at my neck, and as a part of me stared at myself in horror, the way he had licked and sucked from my neck, while he moved his fingers between my legs, his hips thrusting. I closed my eyes, feeling my nipples tighten again, needing more, wanting him again. My hand drifted to my neck, and I felt no wound. He didn't have fangs, but I thought there would be something, at least.
The music continued, filling the silence again, the same sorrowful notes.
I found my t-shirt near the couch and crawled towards it. I put it on, and retrieved my yoga pants from underneath the couch. I stood up slowly, and pulled them on. My head swam, and the room tilted. I braced myself on the side of the couch. I breathed slowly for an instant.
The piano music paused again, briefly. The silence stretched, heavy, and then dissipated, the notes continuing.
My muscles were so stiff, and I was dying for a fucking cigarette.
I braced myself on the couch and then moved away from it, trying to take it slow, so I didn't fall on my ass. It felt like I'd had a four hour workout without stretching out afterwards, I was so stiff. My steps were small as I made my way into the foyer. When I saw him in the open doorway of the room across the foyer, I paused.
I didn't think there were moments in life that actually took your breath away, that made you forget to breathe. That shit was for movies with dramatic lighting and perfectly blocked lines and dialogue.
But seeing him there, watching him, was like watching a moving piece of art.
He had pulled his jeans on, but not fastened them, they were loose and low on his hips. He sat at the piano bench, his perfect back naked. He was toned, his muscles bunching and flexing, his posture straight and proud. The dent of his spine tapered into his jeans but moved in perfect symmetry as he played. I watched his shoulder blades move gracefully, the artful movement begging for my fingertips. I wanted to trace every flawless inch of him with my hands, my lips.
His hair was slightly mussed, and I blushed, knowing it was from my own fingers. I felt slightly possessive, knowing that I had done it, and that he had not cared to straighten it.
I entered the room, a floorboard creaking under my foot, but he did not stop playing. I bit my lip, I wanted him again, and watching him at that big black piano was not helping. The room was all black, the dark flooring, the black curtains covering the windows, only light seeping in was early morning grays. There were no pictures, and even the walls were black, a strip of white molding running around them.
He was the only color in the room, the only thing remotely alive, barring the piano.
I was close enough to touch him now, to smell him, to kiss the side of his neck. I tried to resist, but my hands weren't my own anymore, and like metal to a magnet, I reached out. My fingers shook, as I touched the band of steely muscle over his shoulder. His fingers continued over the piano, and I moved my fingers over his beautiful skin.
Jake had never allowed me touch him this way.
I was fascinated by Edward's form. I laid my palms on his shoulders, feeling the work of tendon and bone. Touching him while his music radiated around the room, engulfing us both, made me feel attached, involved, and part of the music itself. I could feel myself pulsing, electrical currents moving from my chest to between my legs.
I felt bold and I licked my lips. I kissed the side of his neck. He did not pause, his fingers didn't miss a note. But I heard him inhale roughly.
I sucked his earlobe into my mouth, while my hands rested gently on his shoulders.
"Edward…" I breathed into his ear and this time, he paused, his long fingers hovering over keys.
I noticed his eyes were shut, as I kissed along his jaw. I sat down on the bench beside him. He wouldn't look at me.
"Edward?"
He turned his face away.
I tried to stifle the gasp that crawled from my throat. I remembered that gesture, had thought I was over the pain of rejection.
But here it was again.
I got up and tried to straighten my spine, preparing myself for the walk of shame back to my house. At least there were cigarettes over there. And clean clothes.
I was at the door when his voice, all sex and caressing, said my name.
"Bella. Wait."
I clenched my teeth but jumped when he was beside me too quickly. His eyes were still closed but the back of his fingers caressed my cheek.
"It's not you, Bella. It's m-"
"Don't even fucking go there!" I hissed at him.
He leaned in, so his lips were at my ear, and I couldn't see his face. His hands settled on my shoulders, then trailed over my arms. My skin tingled everywhere he touched, and I shivered as his hands settled at my waist, holding me to him.
"I don't want you to see me this way," he whispered.
I pulled back from him, but his eyes were still shut.
"What do you mean? Why won't you open your eyes?"
"I can't." His voice was strained. His fingers found my skin, where my shirt had risen slightly at my back. His nose ghosted over my cheek again and the cool morning air seeped in from the open door, settling around us like a shroud.
My voice wasn't as strong this time, and I leaned toward him when he abruptly pulled away, "What do you mean you can't? What are you hiding?"
He sighed, and his breath washed over me."Very well, Bella. Just remember, you asked for this."
The long lashes that rested on his perfect cheek fluttered, and his eyes opened slowly, the pupils regarding me it was the irises, those frightening irises that choked me. Their color reminded me of things I had hoped would stay inside my were beautiful though, even though they scared the living breath right out of me.
Their color, an odd vibrant red that I couldn't look away from. It reminded me of these shoes I'd had when I was a little girl. I had wanted to be Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz so bad. Mom had bought me ruby red slippers, and I wore them until the little red bows fell off and soles wore down.
But they were that bright red glitter that I now saw in Edward's eyes.
"Why?" I asked, before I could restrain myself.
"Why are they red?" he reaffirmed.
I nodded, mute.
"Because when I feed, the irises turn color."
"Oh."
I continued to stare into his eyes but then I was distracted by his eyelashes. They were so long. I'd never noticed them before. The small feature, which you didn't see unless you were close, made his strong face, his angular jaw, and even his frightening eyes vulnerable somehow.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he said lowly.
"You have long eyelashes," I blurted out. I bit my lip and looked down.
His hand was at my chin and he nudged it up until I was looking into his eyes again. They were kinda starting to grow on me.
One of his brows quirked up, and his mouth kicked up on one side in a small grin, "Long eyelashes?"
I nodded, licking my lips. His eyes followed the motion and I felt my body kick into gear again, wanting him. His nostrils flared slightly, and before I could take another breath, his lips swooped down to mine.
His hand shut the door behind me, the sound barely noticeable. His arm trapped me on one side, his palm flat against the wood. My hands settled on his bare chest, ghosting over the muscle, and slight dusting of hair on his torso. His skin was almost lukewarm under my fingertips. I wanted to touch him all over, see what his skin tasted like. He smelled amazing, like fresh linen, sandalwood, and something distinctly male.
His hand cupped my breast, his thumb running over the nipple, and I moaned into his mouth. He pressed against me, and the door dug into my back. I didn't care, I was more interested in the hard arousal pressing against me from his unbuttoned jeans.
One of the hands on his chest slid down, over his stomach, tickling over his navel, to the trail of fine hair that disappeared into his jeans. I wrapped my hand around him, making him hiss into my mouth. I flexed my fingers, squeezing him. His mouth became more insistent on mine, more demanding. Rougher. I could feel my lips bruising, but I didn't give a fuck at this point. I wanted to devour him and be devoured.
His hand moved from the door to my ass, and he squeezed me, as his tongue delved into mouth caressing me. I whimpered into his mouth, and he broke the kiss. He ran his tongue over my lower lip, as I opened my eyes to look into his.
The crimson of his irises sent a thrill through me, whether it was fear or lust, I had no idea. But I liked it, loved the delicate shiver that ran through me.
I squeezed him, running my thumb along the underside of the head of his hard arousal, and he shuddered. His mouth moved to my throat and I tensed.
He laughed darkly, "I'm not going to bite you, Bella. Relax."
I felt his nose along my neck as his lips kissed the hollow of my throat. I squeezed him again, moving my hand up, and then back down. He groaned. I felt emboldened by him, knowing he allowed me to touch him this way.
His hands moved inside my pants, sliding over my hip. I closed my eyes when his fingers moved against me, separating, delving. His mouth rested against mine, I felt his lips brush against mine as my hips moved against him. His fingers circled, swirled, as I ran my hand up and down his shaft. I bit my lip as he slipped a finger inside me.
"Edward…"
My knees felt like they wouldn't support me, they started to shake as he moved his finger in and out of me, his thumb moving over my clit.
"Edward, I can't…"
"You can. You will."
I opened my eyes, and his were intense, watching me. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples tingled, and my abdomen tightened, coiling like a wound spring.
Our hands moved in unison, my breathing faster, and I felt like I was running to catch up, my whole body alive, thriving. He groaned against my lips as he thrust into my hand. I wanted more, needed more, even though I felt myself start to spiral out of control.
His thumb moved in fast little strokes over me, and I felt the rush, from my toes, running up the inside of my legs and finally pulsing inside of me. I cried out, my hips flexing against him when I felt my body let go. I burned hotly and his fingers slowed as my eyes closed.
As I came back down from my high, I realized his arm was supporting me, and that I still had my hand around him, and he was still very hard.
My eyes met his, "I'm sorry."
He smirked, "For what?"
"Because I didn't…because you didn't." I could feel myself blushing.
His free hand moved between us and wrapped around the one I had in his jeans. He squeezed and I throbbed.
"I'm sure if we give it enough thought, we can find an agreeable conclusion together, Bella."
He smiled darkly at me, and I blushed deeper.
He moved my hand again, and dragged it slowly from his jeans. He turned, my hand still in his, and led me towards his kitchen.
If this were a normal morning, it would be cigarettes, caffeine, shower. It would be a bowl of kid's cereal, just my grumpy face and Toucan fucking Sam.
But this wasn't a normal morning. I was starting to get the feeling that my mornings were not ever going to be normal again. And I watched the heated look in his eyes as he led me forward. I was so busy paying attention to him that I nearly tripped over my own foot, stubbing my toe on the floor. Before I could swear, I was in his arms, pressed to his chest.
We were moving too fast, the air moving past my cheek, but it was over before I could fully register what was happening. I blinked, and we moved from the hallway entrance and into the long kitchen. I was sitting on the edge of a large, dark-stained wooden table. My t-shirt was over my head, and his hands were on my skin, smoothing over my navel, cupping my breasts. He bent his head to my nipples, his mouth sucking deeply, biting gently. I moaned, arching my back, my fingers curling over the edge of the table.
He released, blowing icy breath over my wet skin and my center pulsed. I felt alive, so fucking alive and awake for the first time in a long time. I wanted him, wanted whatever was between us to keep going forever.
"Please Edward…"
He helped me pull my yoga pants off, and then shoved his jeans down. He was beautiful, if a man can be called that. I stared at him, biting my lip again, and I thought I would explode. His red irises met mine, and I was lost in them, the sensual darkness of his dilated pupils pulled me in, as he positioned himself at my entrance. He entered me, and I gasped as he filled me, his face above mine and I lay back on the table.
His posture was dominant against mine, and I welcomed him as he moved his hips back, sliding out and then slamming back in, both of us moaning. The table trembled beneath me as he slid home, again and again, my mind obliterating quickly. I vaguely heard him groan, his hands on my hips, as his snarl filled my ear, as he found his own release.
I lay panting beneath him, unable to define anything but him.
Somehow, I was dressed, and floated back across the street. There were no kisses goodbye, just promising looks and my body screamed at me to turn around.
When I walked in the door, it was familiarity that greeted me. But there was something missing. I settled into cigarettes, ashtrays, and pressing the on button for the coffee machine. The familiar aroma filled the air, as my mind replayed every action, word, moan, growl, and piano note of the last few hours.
Caffeine filled my bloodstream, racing with the nicotine, but my body was already awake. Later, in the shower, my hands on my body weren't enough. I wanted his hands, his touch, until I was nearly bent over.
Toucan Sam eyed me wearily from the front of the cereal box. Somehow, even he knew he wasn't enough.
***
EPOV
I was reeling.
The burn in my throat was somewhat sated, the door to my baser instincts locked tightly shut.
Bella had unlocked something else though, something I was very unsure of. When she had left this morning, her eyes had asked me for something, and not being able to read her mind, I was unable to give.
The house was too quiet without her soft breaths, her steady heart. I thought of her, her cream skin, her scent, her taste.
I dressed, changing into black jeans, black sweater. I was mentally tracing every inch of her with my mind, when I remembered one of the errands I needed to make today. And it would have to be today.
I looked out the window, the sound of her motorcycle speeding down her drive. Her legs clutched around the metal and steel, her leather jacket tight on her body.
I grabbed keys and black sunglasses from the table in the hall. It was overcast, but it looked and smelled as though it would stay dry for the better part of the day. I headed stealthily towards the city, my intentions clear.
I arrived quicker than I thought. I could smell her vaguely inside, but I wasn't looking for Bella.
I waited outside, waited all day, quietly. The alley was dark and I was motionless, and out of sight of the passing people, their day to day issues and responsibilities at the forefront of their minds. My throat burned, but not as painfully after last night.
Finally, I did not have much longer to wait. The scent heightened, and I could hear the internal murmurings of the narcissistic mind that went with the scent. He passed by me and I struck, a viper, coiled and ready.
He made no sound, but there was a low growl in my throat. We were deep in the alley, the evening draping the narrow dankness, choking any light from the corner where we stood.
I twisted his arm, listening to muscle pulling, stretching, his blood pumping, adrenal fear rising from his skin. I stood behind him, and he could not see my face.
"Make any noise, and they will find your body mangled here tomorrow morning."
"I swear I won't talk. My wallet is in my back pocket. I think there's a hundred bucks in there. Take it."
I growled again and he flinched, "Now James, that sounds like noise. You wouldn't be stupid enough to make noise after I've asked you so nicely to keep your fucking mouth shut, would you?"
He was quiet and I waited.
"Good. You will listen to me, and listen very carefully. I hate repeating myself. Ready? Nod if you're ready."
He nodded.
Lowly, I snarled, "You do not put your hands on any woman. You will make sure you keep them off of Bella and if I find out."
At the mention of her name, his thoughts showed me exactly how she had acquired those bruises, and that she had deftly defended herself. Then he showed me another scene, another time he had touched her.
"Ah, James. What are we going to do with you? What is the phrase? No means no. Perhaps you need more than just words."
Yes. Drink. Kill.
I resisted both urges.
However, the satisfying crunch of his skull off of the dirty brick brought some relief. His thoughts quieted, and he slipped into an unconscious stream of blurred images. I fished into his pocket and took his wallet, throwing it into the dumpster on my way out of the alley.
I could smell blood from an open wound, but I walked quickly away from him, his smell disgusting me.
***
BPOV
It was final run-throughs, there wasn't much to do but moving set pieces on and off. Dress rehearsals were hellish, people stressed about little details. Small squabbles usually broke out as egos clashed, collided.
I was outside of it all though, blowing smoke rings into the evening air. And smiling like a goddam idiot.
The door opened abruptly, and Angela stepped out, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Jesus, Bella. It is so cold," she shivered, "How can you stand out here and do that?" She chafed her arms, pulling her sweater over her hands.
I smiled at her and stubbed out my cigarette. We didn't say anything, just watched the cars slowly pass us by.
Angela cut into the silence with a huff, "Right, I'm just gonna say it. Why the fuck have you been so smiley today? If I didn't know any better, that's gotta be a post O-Face smile."
I glanced at her, and raised an eyebrow.
Her face dropped, "Shut the fuck up, Bella Swan. I'm gonna need details! Dates, times, positions, numbers."
I nibbled on my bottom lip, contemplating how to explain, "Well, do you remember that guy I brought to Inferno?"
"Um, the hot guy with the sex hair and dark eyes. Edward, wasn't it?"
Over her shoulder, there was movement. It was someone walking up the street, but there was a streetlight out, and normally, I wouldn't have been able to tell from so far away who it was.
But I knew that stride, the slow easy movement of those legs. Those legs that moved purposeful, the stalk of a hunter. He passed under a streetlight finally, and I felt his eyes on me. He wore tinted glasses, his ruby irises hidden.
He was like some demon appearing out of nowhere, dressed all in black. I realized Angela was waving a hand in front of my face.
"Hellooo? Earth to Bella."
"Yeah. Edward," I muttered.
Fuck, was that my voice all floaty and breathless?!
He was close enough now, that when Angela turned around, she recognized him.
"Oh hi. Edward? We were just talking about you." She smiled at him but elbowed me in the ribs.
His perfect mouth kicked up in that smirk that did crazy things to my insides.
"Were you?" he answered, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel a slow burn running through me at the sound of his voice, despite the evening chill.
"We were. I guess I better get back in there. I have to finish organizing and color coding hangers. See you later Bella!"
I didn't look away from Edward as I muttered a totally unintelligible response to Angela. I licked my lips though, and looked at him from beneath my lashes.
God, it couldn't be right to want something so bad.
"What are you doing here?" Oh smooth, Swan. Real fucking smooth.
His glasses slipped a little down his nose, revealing his heated eyes, "Looking for you."
"Oh." I leaned back against the door as he stood right in front of me. He was close, so fucking close, and I wanted his hands on me, everywhere.
"What time do you finish?"
"I-um. I was gonna stay late, but I could go now, if you want."
His lips touched mine, lightly, "I want."
"I brought the bike. I'll need to come back later for it."
He kissed me this time, his lips firmer, "You can take your bike. I came in on foot."
That surprised me, "Foot? All the way from the house?"
He nodded as his hand slid under my leather jacket, his icy skin finding my warm back.
Shivering, I licked my lips again, my tongue inadvertently touching his lips as well, "Is that a um…thing. That you can…do?" I was trying to skirt around saying the word vampire out loud again.
"Yes."
I drew in a breath, "So what, like super speed and strength?"
Again, he nodded while his fingers explored up my spine, "Yes, Bella, but I'm no superhero."
"I hope not, Edward. I prefer bad guys. They're a lot more fun, I've heard."
He chuckled lowly, as he pressed against me, and I could feel him hard against my thigh, "Fun is foreign to me. Fun is for children. This," his hand moved down my back, arching me against him, "this is not something I would define as fun."
I inhaled sharply as my body reacted to his actions and words, "What would you call it?"
"Want." He kissed me roughly.
"Need."
Kiss.
"Desire."
Kiss.
"Erotica."
Kiss.
"Lust."
Kiss.
"Sex."
This time when he kissed me, it was longer, harder, his tongue searching for mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair.
"Shall we go?"
I exhaled and his arms tightened around me, "I need to get my helmet, my boots. Come inside with me."
I didn't want to be away from him, not when my body was humming so loudly I could almost audibly hear it.
I took his hand as he stepped back from me and opened the door. My eyes adjusted to the backstage darkness, as he followed me inside. I led him back towards the locker area, and he stood quietly, watching me change. I grabbed my helmet from on top of the lockers.
"I know this is probably not something you're used to, but I've got a spare helmet, and you should probably wear it. I really don't want the cops to have any excuse to pull us over."
"If I must."
I opened my locker and pulled out the spare black helmet, handing it to him.
I slung my book bag over my shoulder and took his hand. Just as we were turning to leave, Mike came running in, his face frantic. He stopped when he saw Edward. I watched him size Edward up, and had to swallow back a snicker.
Oh Mike, you have no idea.
His eyes left Edward, swiveling to mine, "Bella! Have you heard? They just found James in the alleyway by the theater!"
"Oh my God! Is he ok?" As much as I hated James, as much as he is a total prick, I wouldn't wish any harm on him. Unless it was me inflicting it, I amended.
"An ambulance just took him away, apparently he had a really nasty bump on the head."
"No shit. Will you keep me updated if you hear anything before I do?"
Mike nodded and rushed off.
I quickly explained to Edward, "James is our theater manager. He kinda owns the place, and is King Douche around here."
"I see."
Pregnant silence stretched between us, to the point where it was almost awkward.
"Let's go?" I finally asked.
"Yes."
We walked back through backstage and out the door. He followed me around to where I had the bike parked.
I shoved my helmet on, kicked up the stand, and straddled the bike. Edward did the same, the helmet hiding all that sex hair. The realization hit me then, and I nearly whimpered.
Edward was going to ride the bike with me.
I trembled, as he climbed on behind me, his arms moving around me. I felt my nipples tighten, felt every vibration pulse against me, as I kicked the bike into life. The revs nearly had me falling off. I pushed off, the bike growling beneath me. His weight shifted with mine, pressing against my back.
He took each turn with me gracefully, his body molding to mine. There was the power of steel and engine beneath me. Behind me, was something entirely different.
His arms were around me, his hands splayed, and I swear when we took turns, he knew that his thumbs touched the underside of my breasts through the leather. Even though I wore a jacket and two layers of clothing underneath, his touch seared me.
I was too aware of my ass pressed firmly against him, and at a stop light I shifted back against him suggestively. He moved forward slightly and I swear if there had been people on the street, they would have been treated to the sexiest dry hump I've ever had in my life.
I used to think that red light was too long.
I blinked, and it was green too quickly.
We were pulling up the drive all too soon, and I opened the garage door with the remote I kept in my zippered pocket. I rode in and clicked the button, shutting the door behind us. I turned off the bike and shoved the keys in my pocket.
Edward dismounted first and I followed, kicking the stand down and settling the bike. We pulled our helmets off and I nodded towards the wooden work bench at the back of the garage.
"Put it there if you want."
He placed it on the bench, as I unzipped my jacket. My hands were shaking, as I unlocked the door, aware that he was right behind me.
We entered into the kitchen, the clock reading ten minutes till midnight. I flung my jacket over the counter.
The air seemed full of electric as the door shut behind him. I knew he was still behind me, and his hands pulled my hips against him. I gasped loudly, feeling his hard length pressing against my ass.
Edward unfastened my jeans, sliding the zipper down, the dull buzz of the teeth adding to the tension. He yanked them down, my thong following. He pulled the long sleeved t-shirt over my head, leaving my black tank on.
His hands left me, and I heard the rustle of fabric and the dull thud of his trousers hitting the floor. His hands grabbed my hips and I felt him, hard and ready, pressing against me. One of his fingers dipped inside me and I moaned, needing more.
"Yes. You're as bad as I am."
His fingers swiftly moved back to my hips, and in one deft motion, he was inside me, moving deeply and I groaned.
Oh fuck.
This.
This is what I had wanted all day. I had been caught staring at nothing, day dreaming about this moment for hours.
Him. Deep inside me. My ass slapped his thighs as he moved, and I flexed my hips moving back against him, whimpering when it created more friction.
He leaned over me as I clutched the counter. His hands moved under my tank, stroking my nipples, cupping and squeezing my breasts. He bit my shoulder lightly, and I convulsed around him.
It didn't take long until I was breaking, shattering, and he held onto me, riding it out. He thrust a final time, and his wild groan was all male in my ear.
I panted, leaning across the counter.
Later, much later, he held me in my bed, as I watched the clock turn over to three AM. Sleep was starting to settle over me, and his hands, his fingers running along my skin raised goose bumps where they touched. It was oddly soothing.
My last thought before I fell asleep was barely coherent, and I tucked it away before it kept me awake.
I had left myself open and vulnerable to Jake on so many occasions, that it had shattered me. I'd had enough problems picking up the shards while still bleeding.
Was I leaving myself too vulnerable again?
A/N
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Small note to say thanks to Roselover24 for interviewing me at the SYTYCW blog. And also to Cryptthing, who is probably my only male reader, and a total kewl guy as well. He recommended my demon and me to his lovely wife. You two are hilarious and keep me smiling. Thanks. xo
A link to this interview will be on my profile for a wee while, then I'll move it to the blog. Be warned, I'm a major dork. Srsly.