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"Bella?"

"Make love to me, Edward," she repeated, cupping his face in her hands.

"I…" His face colored with fear. "I can't hurt you, Bella," he pleaded.

"You won't," she insisted.

"Are you still in pain?"

She shook her head 'no', vehemently.

He groaned softly. "I could just touch you, if that's what you need," he suggested.

Her brow furrowed. She pulled him closer and whispered against his lips, "I need you, Edward."

His breathing increased and his eyelids drooped slightly. "How do you need me?" he asked.

She blushed red. "I need you inside me," she whispered.

"Bella," he whispered as his hands drifted into her hair. "I can't hurt you," he whispered again. He feathered kisses down her neck. "I can't hurt you." He tightened his grip of her hair—pulling her head back gently to give him better access to her skin. "I can't."

She moaned softly, her hands coming up to his hair. She pulled it gently. The way his body automatically pressed into hers told her that he really liked it, so she pulled harder. He groaned as his kisses grew more intense – his tongue getting involved with slow languid movements.

"Edward," she whispered.

He stopped his movements and looked up at her. "You have to tell me if you need me to stop," he urged.

She nodded quickly and arched into him, urging him on. He unbuttoned his white dress shirt with shaking fingers. His breathing grew more and more labored when each inch of pale skin was revealed to him. She slipped her arms out of the shirt and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him down to kiss her.

He paused and held her body to his. His tongue drifted over her lips. She answered by opening her mouth. He captured her exhaled breath in his mouth and pressed his lips firmly against hers. He stroked the inside of her mouth with gentle, unrushed movements.

Her grip on his hair tightened as she pulled him closer, willing him to let go of all of his inhibitions. She just wanted him.

He stopped and pushed her up the bed before flipping them over so that she was on top of him. He sat with his back against the headboard as he stared into her blissfully dazed eyes. "You're in control," he said, his voice rough and his eyes wanton.

She nodded and pressed into him once more. Her lips were eager and near savage against his. Her fingers drifted down his stomach. She could feel the muscles of his abdomen twitching beneath her fingertips.

She had no idea she could affect him so. He was shuddering beneath her—trembling almost. His grip on the bed sheets beside him had his knuckles straining and stark white. She pulled at the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards. She leaned backwards to look at him.

She had never seen him shirtless before. She tore the shirt off of him quickly and gaped at his chest. His muscles were well defined and scorching hot beneath her hands. She could feel his thundering heart beat.

Looking up at him she saw his eyes were pitch black and hooded.

She leaned back to admire him. She had no idea that she aroused him so much. His breath quickened when her hands drifted down.

He could see the nervousness in her eyes. The fact that she was coy and demure as her hands tucked at the waistband of his boxer's made all the blood in his body rush to his groin.

She could see him growing large and hard beneath his boxers. She crawled off of him and sat with her hands on her lap. "Can you take them off?" she asked in a whisper.

He groaned as he tugged on his boxers. He pulled them off quickly and tossed them onto the floor before looking back at her.

The entire time, she had kept her eyes trained on his face. He held a hand out to her. She took it and crawled closer to him. He settled her on his lap. "Don't be afraid," he urged.

She took a deep breath and looked down at him. She gulped audibly. "You want that inside me?" she said without thinking. Her voice was nothing more than a nervous squeak.

He chuckled nervously. "You wanted it inside you, too, Bella," he reminded her.

She stared at him hard. He was uncircumcised. His foreskin was stretched tight around his swollen member. The head was leaking what she knew was pre-cum. She knew that if she were to wrap her hand around him there would be at least two inches of space between her fingers.

Her mouth was still gaping when she felt his hand on her cheek – pushing her jaw shut. He chuckled. "You're making me nervous."

Her skin flushed red as her gaze drifted up to his eyes once more. "Will it hurt?" she asked.

His eyes flashed. He pressed both of his palms to her cheeks. "Never think making love hurts Bella."

"What's it like?" she whispered.

He pressed his lips into a thin line. "I wouldn't know."

Her brow furrowed. "What about Tanya?"

He froze, wondering how she knew about Tanya. He shook his head. "We never made love Bella." He paused. "Everything she wanted was depraved…and not in a good way…like the way you make me feel."

She nodded her head. "I make you feel depraved?"

His breath shuddered when her fingers drifted over his chest. "Like I want to fucking crawl out of my skin, Bella," he admitted.

Her cheeks flamed and her eyes darkened. "I'm ready now," she whispered.

"You're sure?"

She nodded.

He pushed her backwards, settling her on the bed between his outstretched legs. His hands drifted down to her hips where her simple white lace panties hugged her flesh. "Is this okay?"

She nodded.

He tugged on them. She squirmed slightly, helping him pull them off.

Surprisingly, on her own, she crawled back into his lap.

Her head lolled to the side when she felt the familiar heating of her flesh and a low burning ache between her legs. His hands moved to the clasp of her bra. "Is this okay?" His voice was raspy.

It sent chills through her.

She nodded.

He unclasped her bra and slid her arms from the straps.

He tried not to stare too hard at her. "Let me love you," he begged.

"Yes," she breathed.

He pushed her backwards so that her head was laid down on the mattress at the foot of the bed. He hovered over her, careful not to make her feel claustrophobic or closed in.

He laid a light kiss on her neck, slowly moving down her body after laving attention on her skin. He moved his attentions lower and she pressed her thighs together when he was finally between her legs with his face right there.

She whimpered when she felt pressure against her knees. "It's okay," he assured her.

She nodded and let her legs fall apart.

"Fuck," he whispered.

She automatically went to close her legs. He held her still and looked up at her.

"You're beautiful…every part," he said.

She made a small noise in the back of her throat when his fingers pressed against the pale flesh of her most private parts. He ran his fingers over her smooth skin, over the layers of scars Felix made with his goddamned razor blade.

"You don't have to shave here," he said, imagining a light smattering of curly brown hair framing her womanhood. Nothing would be more tantalizing.

Her cheeks flamed as he fingered her skin. His eyes caught hers. He saw questions.

He crawled up her body. His muscles flexed enticingly – like he was a predator and she was the prey. She could feel the throb between her legs grow as his eyes scanned her body.

His breathing was labored and she could almost see his wildly pounding pulse at his neck. "I have to check if you're ready," he said.

Her brow furrowed. "I'm ready."

He shook his head and placed his palm against her thigh. "I meant if you're physically ready, love."

She swallowed and nodded.

He pulled her up and sat up against the headboard once more. Her chest pressed against his. He knew he should touch her first – all over, everywhere his hands could reach.

But he also knew that it would be too much for her. She wouldn't be able to handle all of it.

Again, he didn't want her to feel trapped against him if his hands roamed her body as he thrusted into her.

Slowly, his hands grazed down her body to the apex of her thighs. She clenched her eyes shut. No one had ever touched her most intimate parts without causing her pain. But when his fingers drifted over her heated wetness, she gasped and let her eyes roll back in her head.

He pulled his hand away and gulped. She was more than ready. She whimpered and opened her eyes into hooded slits. She watched as he brought his fingers to his lips and swiped his tongue over it quickly. Her brow furrowed in confusion. She wondered why he looked like he was savoring the taste of her core, but she asked, "Am I ready?"

He nodded his head. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. He paused. "I don't have a condom," he remembered.

Her eyes widened. "I don't want one."

She was almost begging him. He realized then that the scent of latex would probably trigger and unfortunate response from her. "We don't have to use one," he assured.

He positioned himself at her entrance and heard her breathing hitch. "I love you," he whispered – his eyes intense. "I love you so fucking much it hurts to breathe."

His eyes disappeared behind his lids when she sank down a little. She let out a small gasp and felt herself losing it quickly. His hands at her waist guided her down at an agonizing pace. She could feel him stretching her. Tiny pangs of pain shot through her but she didn't let it deter her. He stopped half-way down his member, knowing that not much more of him would fit.

"It fucking hurts to think," he continued.

Her nails dug into his shoulder. "More," she pleaded.

His brow furrowed, thinking she needed more of his words. "It hurts to move an inch away from you."

She shook her head, silencing him with a cry and a clench of her inner muscles.

He let out a low growl – his face was red and his breathing hard. His skin was glistening with a light layer of sweat.

"More," she repeated, pulling his hands from her hips and sinking down further, trying to quench the burning fire deep within her.

Her fingernails dug deep into the skin of his back and her free hand yanked roughly at his hair as she neared the base of his cock. His girth widened until she was sitting on his lap – his entire length stretching and filling her to completion.

He gaped at her, surprised. The only other person he had ever had sexual relations with was Tanya and she couldn't fit him inside her. He was dismayed to say that they had to stop their…activities more than once when he would plunge into her too deeply and hit her cervix – causing her to thrash in a pain she wished he would give her more often.

When made him uncomfortable was that she would want it. She would want him to continue hurting her. It was something he never understood. Purposefully hurting a woman? The thought disgusted him to the point where he stopped having sex with her.

He shook his head to clear it of other thoughts. She was close. So close she was gasping for air to fill her lungs. "Touch me, Edward," she begged. "Please touch me." Her words were bordering on primal. Her hot breaths puffed against his chest as his hands moved towards her clit.

A light burst before her eyes. She could feel herself soaring. It was unlike any of the other times he touched her flesh with his hands. She was infinitely more sensitive there.

She cried out and pressed her mouth to his neck. She didn't feel the sensation ebb. Instead, it grew as if building up to something monumentally better. He slid her up his length slowly, realizing that she was too far gone to be able to move herself.

He could hardly resist the urge to plunge into her. But he did, not wanting to ruin such a monumental step forward in her recovery.

He sank her down again and when she settled on his lap again, she screamed out as if she was being murdered. A gush of her juices spread across his thighs and her body twitched in his arms.

She whimpered when he began to move once more. Because she just came, she was even more sensitive. She came only seconds after her previous orgasm.

He slid in and out of her slowly – so completely removed from reality that he didn't know how much time had passed, only that Bella's body was vice like around him as she continued on in a state of orgasmic bliss.

Every breath that fell from her lips scorched his back. He could barely move inside her without making her cry out with another orgasm.

Her body shook with her efforts to stay grounded and not float off into another universe altogether.

He was groaning loudly against her skin.

She recognized it and yet she didn't.

It sounded like the noises the men at Volterra would make when they neared their disgusting climaxes inside her and yet…it sounded so worshipping of her, as if he was praising her bravery and her trust of him. As if he thought it was a privilege to be inside her. Being inside her was like something that had to be earned.

Her lips were at his ears quickly – urging him on like he had since the beginning.

"Come for me, love. I want to feel you inside me. I love you."

And he was gone.

He gripped her hips tightly; but not tight enough to leave a bruise. His mouth latching onto the side of her neck as he thrust into her quickly with three short thrusts. She could feel his spurting into her.

When his groans seemed to continue on forever, she realized just how much she affected him. He acted as if her body was a shrine that was meant to be worshipped and fawned over. She was perfection and he would never let her go.

He stilled inside of her and pulled her tight to his chest – his breathing hard. His fingers were trembling against her hips. He was waiting for her to make the first move.

She realized this and yet, she could think of nothing to say other than, "I love you." Her words were a pained whisper almost as if she thought they were meaningless compared to the magnitude of her feelings for him.

He sighed in relief. "I love you."

He stood with her still clinging tightly to him. Carefully, he slipped out of her. She whimpered in distress, never wanting the feeling of such utter completion to end.

He held her close and made his way to the bathroom. He completely avoided the bathtub altogether to keep her from any more anguish.

He set her down on the floor of the shower and slid the glass doors shut behind him. He reached around her and turned the water on, setting it on a comforting warm heat. She leaned heavily against him – her eyes threatened to close as exhaustion began to take over her.

She felt the heated water pummeling her back, like it was giving her a massage. Her muscles relaxed as the tips of his fingers twisted into pressure points he knew would make her knees go weak. She whimpered as his hands worked over her back and her shoulders. A warm feeling spread over her from the tips of her toes to the ends of each of her hairs.

She could feel herself flushing red and heating up. He took a step forward. She answered with a step back and she was directly below the spray of the water.

His hands were in her hair, making soapy suds out of his body wash. The white suds slid down her body as he moved his hands lower.

Pulling her to him he let his hands drift to her thighs. She shook, whimpering and arching into him as his hands got closer to the apex of her thighs. He lathered a thick layer of body wash onto his hands and let his fingers glide over her heat.

She grabbed his forearms and held herself up, holding her breath as his fingers trailed over her entrance. "Edward," she breathed.

He cupped her face with his free hand, pulling her in for a deep kiss. Her eyes flashed open in surprise when his fingers slid into her with ease. She gasped and let her head roll backwards.

She felt him growl in her ear when each shove of his fingers into her, made her stand on the tips of her toes before she fell backwards onto the flat of her feet.

His fingers moved faster and faster. She felt him stretch her even more with a third finger. Her fingernails dug into his biceps. He grunted as he lifted her up and pressed her against the tiled wall. He reached around and lowered the temperature of the water so that she would feel the contrast of the cold water around her and his hot skin against her.

She felt a coil tightening – the coil kept winding tighter and tighter, impossibly so until she could barely breath.

She exploded around his fingers in an inferno that made her clutch onto him to keep herself grounded. She felt as if she was flying. His fingers worked her until she was shuddering against him.

He pulled his fingers out of her slowly, his eyes dark and his breaths hot against her skin. "Bella," he whispered.

She looked up at him through the foggy daze of her orgasm. His face was pained and his top lip was curled over his teeth as if he was ready to snarl like a wild animal.

"Tell me no," he begged, looking down. She followed his line of vision. He was already positioned at her entrance. His eyes were wild and she couldn't deny him.

Pulling him closer, she whispered, "Yes."

He was fully sheathed inside her before she could even get the word out. He held still, waiting for her gasping breaths to calm somewhat before he slid out slowly and then back in. She shuddered as his gaze caught her.

He was holding back and all she wanted was for him to let go and feel what she was feeling. Her hand drifted into his wet hair. She tugged hard, bringing his head backwards. She leaned forward and licked his neck. She could feel his growl vibrate through them. "Bella," he warned. He panted against her skin as he slid out and then back in.

The position they were in made his pelvis press against her clit with each pass of his cock. She moaned into his neck before biting down, hard.

His growl grew louder. She sucked a large chuck of his flesh into her mouth, sucking on it, knowing it would make a mark.

He snarled into her ear, his hips moving infinitesimally faster. She released his neck with a 'pop', licking it clean of her saliva. She moved to another spot and bit down on him hard. He grunted and breathed deeply, feeling her getting wetter inside as his movements got faster and faster, harder and wilder.

She whimpered when he finally gave in. His hips arching up pushed her entire body up the tiled wall with the force of his thrusts.

Her body was still vice like around him as she tightened again and again each time she came, calling his name in a choked whisper.

The scents of their activities were a heady mixture of sweat, his body wash, and her arousal, dripping down both of their thighs and mixing with the thundering water around them. Her voice grew hoarse with her moans. She pressed her mouth to his neck and expressed her pleasure with bites and licks, knowing that his neck would be covered with marks the next day.

His thrusts became erratic as he near his release. Wanting her to cum hard one final time, he reached between their colliding bodies and pressed his thumb to her clit. She cried out hard as she felt him building up an intense release.

Capturing one of her breasts in his mouth and then sucking hard, he came as she did, hard and without warning. They exploded and clutched each other, their movements sporadic until they came down from their high.

"I love you," he whispered after washing her clean once more.

Her eyelids were drooping already and her fingers wouldn't let him go. He gathered her in his arms and made his way to the bedroom. He laid her down and pulled her to his chest. He heard her mumble, "I love you," before he drifted away.

OoO

Emmett wouldn't stop looking at him – as if he knew what had transpired between Bella and Edward the night before. His eyes were warning him not to hurt her. Edward understood Emmett's protectiveness of her, especially after the news they got that morning of three other murders of girls with similar features as Bella.

They were all sporadically over Seattle. Edward had no idea that Felix had so much pent up rage. There was no way that it was a copy cat, seeing as the details of the murder of the first girl hadn't been released to the public. The viciousness of the crimes had increased on so many levels. Felix had taken to ripping the girls' genitalia to shreds much like Jack the Ripper would've. The amount of blood on scene told them that the girls would've been alive when he tore them apart with that damn razorblade.

They would've felt everything he was doing to them.

The last victim had been the most gruesome. Not only did Felix mutilate her – cutting a deep gash from her uterus to her neck, but he had cut from her anal cavity up her spine.

Most serial killers did escalate the cruelty of their crimes but not over the course of a day.

Not one person saw him either. But analysis of the 911 tapes showed that Felix called in their murders. They matched his voice to the interrogation tapes.

Edward's leg wouldn't stop shaking and his hold on Bella hadn't lessened. It got tighter and tighter as he went over the pictures of the crimes scenes in his mind. His photographic memory kept every detail in perfect accuracy. Unfortunately, he knew that he would never be able to purge those images from his mind.

They would haunt him forever.

Rosalie sat on the window sill opposite them. Her icy blue eyes were red veined from crying.
She couldn't help but feel responsible for all that was happening…if only I didn't push him, she thought, remembering back to the interrogations.

She had been taken off the case by the Federal Courts. They cited that because she was a victim she couldn't prosecute the case. She was too close and emotionally charged.

Emmett stood by her, thinking that it was entirely his fault for stupidly bringing his gun into what he knew would be a long interrogation. It was an amateur mistake that cost four girls their lives.

They waited until Alec returned to his office, where they all were. He had gone to collect every piece of evidence pertinent to the case. He was certain that there was something in there that could tell them were Felix was hiding out.

The door flung open and standing there was Alec's disgruntled secretary. She gave Bella a dirty look before hauling one of the boxes onto Alec's desk. Alec followed behind her and set down two other boxes.

A techy from the evidence locker rolled the rest of the boxes in. He set them down and gave a sigh before leaving the office with Alec's secretary, who stared wide eyed at a black and blue mark right behind Edward's ear.

Bella smirked into Edward's chest.

"Let's get started," Alec said. "We know that Aro Volturi has a house somewhere in Chicago."

"Actually, it's somewhere around the city," Bella said. "It was a rural area so that no one could…hear us." Edward pressed his lips to her ear.

Alec nodded, "That narrows it down a little more." He was cut off from his next thought when a generic ring tone echoed through the room. Everyone became silent and stared at Edward. Bella looked confused, wondering why everyone was acting strangely.

Edward pulled out a cell phone from his pocket. It was a disposable cell phone with an untraceable number. He gave Bella an apologetic look before he flipped it open and answered, "Anthony Masen speaking."

A/N: And there you have it ;)

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