A/N: I'm really sorry about not updating for so long again my birthdays coming up and I've been arranging things for prom so I've scarcely had time to do any writing. I've also started a new story so I would like it if you took a look and told me what you think. This chapter gets lemony and is Edward and Bella orientated so enjoy :D

'Thank you both of you, you don't know how much it means, now both of you be safe.' I insisted still smiling warmly on account of their generosity. And with that final request they both nodded and regained resumed collection with their fellow comrades.

Chapter 14

Time elapsed uncontrollably the next few days, which I had devoted in Edward's bed. He had expressed firmly his thoughts that I should reside here for a period of mourning. Personally I thought it was rather excessive, but I knew he had damage control to tend to, and he couldn't fathom the idea of me roaming around unprotected. Alice visited me in my time of solitude and informed me of the current occurrences involving Edward and their relatives. Edward had been devoting his time to Esme in her own state of grief. Her repressed emotions and suffering within her marriage had finally surfaced, and because now Carlisle was out of the picture she felt able to impart her confessions. Emmet and Rosalie had seemed convincingly shocked when they were informed of Carlisle's immorality according to Alice but she been aware all along. Jasper's whereabouts was unknown to the group, but Alice believed he had fled in search of solitude also; he was rather fond of Carlisle and needed time to mourn. It aggravated me how Carlisle could cause Edward's family adversity even when he was deceased. But I solemnly felt I had played quite a major role in this affliction. The duration of the day seemed rather lonely after Alice's departure until someone unexpected arrived.

Edward slumped on the edge of the bed with exhaustion, I could tell caring for his families affairs was more draining than it seemed. He was shirtless and I could see the sculpted muscles in his biceps as he held his head in his hands. I crawled across the expensive sheets wearing only one of Edward's shirts and a pair of panties .I constricted my long legs around his waist tenderly and firmly began to massage his shoulders, he was so tense. His head fell backward onto my shoulder, and his array of hair made contact with my neck creating a tickling sensation. He let out a soft moan, and that was all I needed to spur me on. I rose from the bed straddling myself in his lap. I kissed him passionately and nipped his lip lustfully, playing with his tongue. While I preoccupied his mouth I unbuttoned my shirt carefully with quivering fingers due to the excitement of this spontaneity and my first time nerves. I forced him onto his back and began to thrust into him still clothed, taking control for once and let my now freed breasts bounce tempestuously. He let out a long groan as my fingers crept up his tantalizing chest, his eyes closed and his face masked with pure pleasure. I arched my back needing him, I had waiting too long for him, and now he was being dominated by me and I felt all too powerful. I reached down to free something even more glorious by the zipper of his trousers but his grappled my hips and removed my aching body from him, in an unreasonable change of mood.

'Isabella this isn't the time. I have more important things to attend to now other than your lust.' He announced bitterly.

Anger overwhelmed me causing tears to harass my eyes, it was utterly frustrating that my anger caused me to cry, and it wasn't helpful that I had quite a temper the majority of the time too.

'Well why did you come in here dressed like that if sex wasn't your intent then?' I interrogated him, fighting the tears with every word.

He glanced down at his shirtless form and sighed, he raised leaving me abandoned and rejected and all too willing on his bed, abruptly leaving the room.

I hurled under the covers and fastened up the shirt I had so keenly opened. I felt ashamed, like an easy whore, who would just roll over at any mans beck and call. Next time Edward wanted anything from me I wouldn't be so accommodating, in fact I may not give into him at all.

Sleep didn't take me so readily that night, dreams of Edward aroused in me. That was the first night I had dreamt of Edward Cullen:

We were roaming through the lush green forests of Forks above the ground, only to be intercepted by another female. Her beauty matched Edward's, but she had a poisonous expression that I found unsettling to say the least. Her strawberry blonde ringlets were blowing gracefully in the breeze and she looked that any mans sultry desire, out of any league of mine. Her eyes were the same bloody red as Edward's but held dark significance. When Edwards and her eyes greeted she purred seductively, motioning for him to adhere with her. He all too zealously disappeared from my side and bound over to this strawberry blonde menace to join her cause. She grasped him, fiercely lip locking, an all too rehearsed act, in order to enrage me. Once Edward pulled away their eyes met and an evil glint infested both pairs and they officially united. Edward and the strawberry blond pounced at me, their teeth inches from my neck, with ravenous blooded eyes.

'I'll let you do the honours, Tanya.' He purred hellishly.

I awoke panting in a cold sweat, the room was pitch black and I was hallucinating, still seeing those evil red eyes in the midst of the darkness. I pulled the covers over my head inhaling Edward's scent relaxing me, but my heart still raced at the thought of Edward's glory. I raised my concealed head to peek out into the darkness again when those same were now edging closer and closer. I prepared my lungs to scream when a hand overpowered my mouth, I bit into the cold flesh with all the strength I had, but it remained unyielding. A familiar chuckle brought music to my ears and I knew this was no menacing intruder. He released his hand from my face and scooped me up into his arms cradling me to his modeled chest.

'Edward' I exhaustedly gasped.

'I heard screaming coming from my room and you were crying out my name. I was so afraid Bella, I thought someone had hurt you; I couldn't ever comprehend the thought of loosing you. You are my life now.' He confessed urgently stroking my hair in a gesture of comfort.

He arranged me back in his bed and kissed my head in a way that was filled with complete love. 'Goodnight my Bella.' He whispered gently into my ear, I shivered at his cool breathe of at the words he had just verbalised, 'my Bella.' I had always firmly stated that I belonged to no one, I was my own person. But when Edward expressed it I wanted it to be true, I wanted to be his more than anyone else's.

He removed himself from my side to leave but I clung helplessly to his now shirted chest. 'Edward please lie with me.' I let my eyes overflow with innocence and glisten with my helplessness.

'Isabella..' I refused to let him finish the rest of that sentence. 'Edward I only want you to stay with me while I'm asleep. I would prefer greatly not to wake up alone if I have another nightmare.'

He nodded obediently and slid his perfect form next to mine. I ran my hands cautiously up and down his chest, not wanting this action to cause him to depart me again.

'Isabella, I will stay with you but that does not mean you have all body access at you service.' He informed me with a wink.

I blushed abundantly, lowering my ashamed face letting my hair hide me from his undoubtedly mocking expression, but he deliberately pulled me securely into his arms and I fell into a deep slumber instantly.

The bed felt rather empty as I stirred from my sleep that morning and I realised that Edward had absconded me. Hurt washed over me as I considered all the reasons which caused him to leave: perhaps I had said something unruly in my sleep, or maybe he had caught sight of my wild, tangled hair. I decided it would be in my best interests to banish myself from Edward's bed today, I had to distract myself during Edward's absence. When I removed myself from the beds hold I noticed something placed on the Cimmerian dresser, an inviting bowl of all varieties of fruit and some delectable pastries, besides it lay a note.

Bella I'm sorry I left before you awoke this morning, but please take care of my heart I left it with you. All of my love Edward.

My heart instantly pounded when I viewed the last line; Edward and love in the same sentence was almost too wonderful to be true. A smile spread conquered my lips in bliss, I was no longer just an insignificant slave, and I was one that was loved by Edward.

I assembled myself on the seat of Edward's dresser, when I realised how famished I was, I devoured nearly all of the food immediately. When my hunger was satisfied I let my eyes scope the room, in a hope of finding something else to occupy me; when they stumbled upon a small library in an allotted space on the other side of the room. I considered the fact that maybe Edward was a fan of classics too, I mean he had been around an awfully long time and I was positive that reading many books would have been the essential to passing it. I stumbled over to the other side of the room, moving that far solo without tripping was a bit of a push. The petit library was considerably dusty, which added to its antique demeanour. I let my fingers scan across the books, which were in alphabetical order, and briskly found what I had set out for; a copy of Wuthering Heights, now I felt true bliss. This was a much earlier copy than my own, but its condition remained immaculate, so much so that I didn't want to use it. My copy at home had been read countless times, so the spine was no longer intact and the cover rather deteriorated but I loved it all the same. I opened Edward's copy and inhaled the scent, one of my favourites; the smell of old literature. I flicked through the book cautiously until I was met by one of my favourite parts of the book; the final meeting, where Heathcliff meets Catherine a final time before she dies.

As I spoke, I observed a large dog lying on the sunny grass beneath raise its ears as if about to bark, and then smoothing them back, announce, by a wag of the tail, that some one approached whom it did not consider a stranger. Mrs. Linton bent forward, and listened breathlessly. The minute after a step traversed the hall; the open house was too tempting for Heathcliff to resist walking in: most likely he supposed that I was inclined to shirk my promise, and so resolved to trust to his own audacity. With straining eagerness Catherine gazed towards the entrance of her chamber. He did not hit the right room directly: she motioned me to admit him, but he found it out ere I could reach the door, and in a stride or two was at her side, and had her grasped in his arms.

He neither spoke nor loosed his hold for some five minutes, during which pe he bestowed more kisses than ever he gave in his life before, I daresay: but then my mistress had kissed him first, and I plainly saw that he could hardly bear, for downright agony, to look into her face! The same conviction had stricken him as me, from the instant he beheld her, that there was no prospect of ultimate recovery there—she was fated, sure to die.

'Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?' The most audibly desirable voice possible spoke into my ear.

I gasped and the book escaped my hands, tumbling to the wooden floorboards. But I was too concerned about this velvet voice to care about the books current condition. A low growl disorderly evaded his lips, which made me wetter than I'd imagined. He pressed himself against my back; I could feel his hard length harassing me. I considered leaving him unsatisfied this time but the total arousal that overwhelmed me, and my body decided otherwise.

'Do exactly as I say, do not question me. Do you understand?' He purred too seductively for my own good. I nodded trembling with excitement and fear of the unknown, as butterflies invaded my stomach.

'Unbutton your shirt.' He ordered dominantly, and I rushed fumbling with the buttons in order to fulfil his request, I needed to have what I wanted.

'No.' He growled angrily, 'do it slowly, I want to enjoy watching this.' He spun my quivering form around to face him, his eyes pervaded with lust, and an indecent smile played on his luscious lips, as he made the distance between us too far.

I obliged him and slowly freed the buttons stroking the curve of my breasts, and tendrils of my curls overlapping my face in the process. Only three more buttons to go and Edward intervened, 'Stop!'

I halted at his order my hands shaking unbearable, the cocktail of sexual tension and excitement was superfluous.

'Arch your back and throw back your head, I want to admire your exquisiteness fully.'

I allowed my chocolaty locks to abandon my face, and let my back curve. Unexpectedly one of my bosoms relieved itself from the security of my shirt into the range of Edwards stare.

He gasped out in pure indulgence of the sight,

'The swell of your breast, their so round and plump.' He initiated. I withheld my stance awaiting him, hoping the view had pushed him over the edge and he would take me. But my hopes were denied as Edward remained fixed as ever in his position. I had to attend to myself in some way; I was in desperation for some friction to my lower region, so I located my hand to revel in enjoyment.

'Keep your hands at your side. You will not touch yourself!' He thundered gruffly, with a hint of uncovered craving.

'Remove your shirt now.'

I released the last few buttons, letting it slide from my shoulders landing in a muddled heap on the floor, much like my physical and mental state currently.

'Come here.' He gestured toward his own form. I tried to walk as seductively as possible for a girl uncoordinated as me, but only prevailed in tripping, clasping Edward's waist for support.

That was when I was encountered by my biggest challenge yet, I was face to face by his hefty immeasurable length. I gulped, how was I going to handle that?

Edward's face glared intently down on me, conquering my attention, as my erect nipples were condensed against the form of his thigh.

'Unfasten my trousers.' He instructed. I permitted my hands to slide down the zipper, letting a stray finger slide down the length of his erect manhood, causing him to shake with pleasure. Which gave him the same goose bumps that had just inhabited my skin.

"Pull my pants off, but do not remove my underwear."

He lifted up his hips cautiously, allowing me to glide his trousers out from under his body, and down his legs, whilst skimming tenderly some of his exposed skin; raising more goose bumps. I helped him attentively as I freed them from his feet, and I mindlessly tossed them athwart the room, to accompany my shirt. His muscles relaxed, and my eyes inevitably came to rest on his now unconcealed glory.

'Withdraw your eyes. You will not look there yet.'

A blush engaged my face as I bit severely on my lip, Edwards eyes met mine with a smile playing behind them.

'Stand up and turn away from me.'

I rose from my now unstable knees, ready to buckle and pivoted with my back to him. I desperately desired more contact than I was receiving, but I knew that was his strategy. His hands skimmed gently oscillating my sides; He dotingly occupied himself with my scoops of flesh massaging them equally. A roaming hand ventured to my ravenously burning sex, cupping me, and instantly my head collapsed back onto his cool shoulder. His member was now prominently intruding on my lower back ready for me. He firmly tweaked my nipples and guided me back to my prior position, upon my knees. He raised his hips once more, implying I was able to remove his underwear, and I did so instantly. I was silenced in awe, his manhood was far more magnificent, my imagination didn't do it credit. I wrapped my hand curiously around it; I gently stroked its firmness. My free hand discretely slipped delicately to his sac, I caressed and fondled it, and an immense groan from Edward urged me to continue. I moved in to engulf him fully, but He reach down possessively to refrain me.

'No, I don't want to claim your mouth flame.' He purred honestly, 'but I'm going to rip your knickers off and fuck you.' I gulped, the prize was so close

He lovingly tucked his arms under my legs and abdomen, transferring me bridal style to the bed which was about to be christened. His lips claimed my heated body passionately, pecking his way down my form until he approached my drenched panties. His teeth seized my panties from my soaking sex and ripped them from me, down my trembling legs.

He lay carefully atop of me, evenly distributing his weight, and his lips met mine with a lustful kiss, and our tongues participated in a mating dance of their own. He parted from my swelled pink lips and he inhaled deeply, blowing a cool gust of air between the valley of my breast causing a ripples of pleasure to pulse up my spine. My breast heaved up and down making light contact with Edward's chest, causing them to hold his attention. He left a trail of feathered kisses along my collar bone and with eyes came to admire the curve of my bosom. I arched my back lessening the distance between him and my rosy nipples, in the hope of showing him physically what I wanted, but the act alone wasn't successful.

'What do you want flame?' He questioned with impatient lust overflowing in his velvet voice.

'You, all I want is you, do whatever you please with me. What's mine is yours, I am your slave.' I uttered the words desperately which he had spoken to me upon our first encounter.

'As you wish flame.' He purred rejoicing; he seemed to accept my small speech.

He tucked into one of my rosy erect nipples ravenously, but savouring it too. He didn't leave the other a neglected either as his firmly tugged and nipped it between his authoritative fingers. I writhed breathlessly at his touches, they were gratifying but still not enough, my lower region was being denied the same unyielding attention.

'More I need more.' I moaned crying out crucially.

He ceased occupying my breast and gazed into my eyes deliberately, his orbs were rimmed with concern.

'Flame you know when I start, I won't be able to stop.'

I inhaled anticipating what waited.

'Who needs a hymen anyway?' I announced, considering it to be the boldest thing possible that would ease the tension.

'Bella that was hardly romantic,' he chuckled letting his own personal cool breeze calm me, as I inhaled his delicious scent.

He reclaimed my lips kissing me passionately and assumed my entrance which had always belonged to him. I gasped during our kiss as a shooting pain broke my hymen, and I sternly bit Edwards lip and etched his back with my nails. The pain dulled and was dismissed by the mighty pleasure of Edward's paced thrusts. I constricted my legs tightly around his waist; I concentrated on pushing my feet down onto his buttocks, needing to drive him deeper inside of me. An inevitable moan with joy escaped my tender lips; when he began to thrust, faster and deeper. He pounded me with all the strength he could inflict on a human.

The end was closer than I requested as a knot formed inflexibly in my stomach, Edward's heat was lunged into me once more and I had met my match. I soaked up the waves of pleasure, wanting them to linger within me for as long of possible. I sensed a spasm inside of me and Edward's release was rapidly followed with one more unthinkably deep drive. I appreciated the warmth of his seed filling me. We were both spent panting, the victims of pleasure, but he prolonged our connection as he remained hovering carefully over me. His face looked renewed, and fresh like he'd taken care of some long overdue business and now he'd been freed from its burden. He rolled us over still united by our love, and embraced me in his arms kissing my sweat consumed forehead affectionately.

'Bella Swan, you are the love of my life.' He whispered adoringly in my ear as he caressed my lower back with his exquisite fingers.

A/N: I hope you like my lemon and extra long chapter :) Please review and let me know your thoughts about the chapter thanks xoxox