You are mine, Isabella Swan. Forever

By LilyAurora

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Chapter 25

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The moan that escaped my mouth jolted me awake. The wonderful sensations spreading through my body told me Paul was taking full advantage of my sleeping form and waking me in the best way possible. With him between my legs.

"Paul," I breathed out, as my body convulsed as his magical tongue worked deep inside me.

"Shhh baby," he cooed lifting his head from between my legs to send a knowing smirk at me. "Let me taste you." He lowered his head, working his tongue back inside me.

My fingers twisted in the sheets as the approaching orgasm was sending tingles throughout my whole body.

"Oh god."

He rubbed his face against me then, nose nudging my clit as my back arched, he held onto my hips as I thrashed against him.

But he didn't stop. He held me tight as he continued to tease me.

"Paul, please... I-I can't"

But he ignored my pleas.

"Oh god, oh... fuck!" I screamed as another orgasm ripped through me. I was so sensitive. Every lick, every touching was too much.

My nails dug in to his scalp, twisting and pulling at his short locks. But he just grunted and continued.

Oh god I was going to die. This... it was too much. I couldn't breath. Couldn't think.

Then his fingers were inside me. Long and thick, moving faster, feeling for something searching. Then he hit it and my breath stopped.

"Relax baby."

His warm breath was against my thigh.

"Paul."

"Just let go," he whispered.

I relaxed my fingers, moving them from his hair to the sheets once again. My breathing slowed down, as I let myself go. The feel of Paul's fingers inside me had me moaning.

"You can do better than that Isabella." He whispered.

"I..."

"Just let go," he purred.

I relaxed even more, my thighs parted further as my body succumbed to Paul's wishes and my own. Every thrust of his fingers had me moaning in pleasure. I could hear how wet I was as he moved inside of me.

"Fuck," Paul hissed as my inner walls began to tighten around him.

My head thrashed from side to side as I searched for my release. Paul had manoeuvred from between my legs to next to me. Fingers still deep inside, searching for something. Then pressure, his other hand was now pressing down on my pelvis.

"Paul?"

"Trust me," he whispered.

He pushed harder on my pelvis as he thrust his fingers inside of me.

"Oh god." The sensations were too much. "I can't."

"Shhh you can, it's ok baby."

My legs parted wanting him to thrust deeper to push me over that edge.

"I can't... I need."

Then he twisted his fingers, hitting something and I screamed.

My whole body arched of the bed as a pressure pushed at me.

"Feels weird," I cried out.

"Breath baby, just breath."

As soon as I relaxed and took my first calming breath, my body shook. Fire shot through me as that pressure grew stronger. I could hear Paul's voice as he spoke to me, encouraging words. But it didn't matter I was so lost in the feeling that was coursing through me, it was too much and not enough all at the same time. I wanted to embrace it but I was scared. I didn't know what it was or why I felt like this but I knew I could trust Paul.

My breath was heavy as I panted, mewling and thrashing beneath him, his warm hard body held me in place as he whispered words to me, his lips soft as they traced me skin. Mouth warm and wet as it travelled slowly across my naked chest. Then his nose nudged my breast, his tongue flicked against my nipple.

I cried out from need.

Then his wonderful mouth was exactly where I need it and I exploded. The building pressure escaped through cries of pleasure.

"Fuck me," Paul whispered.

"Oh god," my legs thrashed as my back arched, hips moving against his hand. I could feel wetness a lot of wetness as my legs finally stopped moving and relaxed on the bed.

"Paul?"

"God damn baby," he was hovering above me then eyes sparking as he kissed me. "That was fucking amazing."

I was confused. "What was?"

"You squirted,"

"I... it was wet."

He smiled at me then, brushing the hair from my face.

"Yes it was and very fucking sexy, Jesus I wanna be buried deep inside you when you do that again."

I blushed at his words.

He kissed me then hard and passionate, tongue thrusting deep inside my mouth as I moaned. Wanting him closer needing him. I could feel his hard length pressing against my thigh, I swallowed thickly. Fingers tracing against his soft warm skin as I made my move. I ran them across his pelvis just feeling the coarse hair that surrounded his manhood. Paul's kissing faltered just for a moment, then he was thrusting his tongue deep in my mouth again. He new exactly what I was about to do but let me carry on, let me do this at my own pace. My hand slowly wrapped around his hard length. I loved the feel of him; soft and hard a combination that puzzled and excited me all at the same time. Paul moaned against my mouth, breath hard as he panted eyes closed as I stroked him. The position wasn't the best, somehow it never was with us, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel him needed to. He always brought me so much pleasure, never asking for anything in return to satisfy his own needs, never asking me too but I wanted to touch him. Feel him, watch him as he lost control.

"Bella," his voice a whisper, pleading.

I kissed him then, wrapping my free hand around his neck pulling him towards my eager mouth. I swallowed his moan as we kissed.

My thumb brushed against his sensitive head and his whole body jerked.

"Fuck," he panted.

Nudging him with my knee I wanted him on his back he complied turning so we had now switched positions. I sat back on his thick thighs his hard length stood proud in front of me the glistening head called to me, teasing me. Slowly leaning forward I swiped my tongue against his wetness, tasting him.

"Isabella," he called. It was his turn to fist the sheets, his turn to arch beneath me as I took him deeper.

"Jesus Christ," he hissed as I stroked his length. Finally finding a rhythm I was comfortable with, I couldn't take him all the way but he didn't sound like he minded.

My tongue flicked his slit as I twisted my hand on a downward stroke.

"Again," he panted so I did.

"Fuck!"

I moaned around him he felt so good in my mouth, tasted so good.

"So close," he moaned. "Can't hold on much longer." His hips thrust upwards I gagged slightly but carried on. I wanted him to lose control.

"Gonna cum," he warned me. But I just took him further, I felt him stiffen beneath me his hips lift off from the bed as he roared his release, his cum filling my mouth as I swallowed the taste of him down greedily. Salty was the first thing I thought but not overly so, just different. I waited until he collapsed on the bed before giving him a final lick and pulling away. Paul was watching me with half lidded eyes as I licked my lips.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he laughed. "You're going to god damn kill me woman." He said pulling me to him.

I shrugged. "You're always making sure I'm happy. I just wanted to return the favour."

"Oh you can return the favour any time," he smiled kissing my lips. We moaned as we tasted each other.

"So fucking hot," he laughed wrapping his arms around me.

I nuzzled his chest listening to his steady heartbeat.

Paul woke me a few hours later.

"Jakes back with the truck," he whispered kissing me and walking out of the bedroom. I groaned covering my head with the blanket. I didn't want to get up. Wanted to stay here in Paul's bed surrounded by his smell forever.

"Bella you can't stay in there forever." Paul called laughing.

"Wanna bet," I replied snuggling deeper into the mattress.

"Come on bells," Jake called out. "I need to speak too you."

"You better not have marked her Jacob Black!" I shouted kicking the blankets from my body.

Walking into the kitchen I was met by the visual goodness of Paul leaning against the counter holding out a cup of coffee for me. Smiling I kissed his cheek before sitting on the table opposite Jake.

I watched him carefully.

"I didn't mark her Bells," he rolled his eyes.

My shoulders relaxed. "Really?"

"Yes, really." He smiled.

"So, what did you talk about."

"Not a lot to be honest. She asked a few questions, said she would be down this afternoon to see you and that was it." He shrugged.

"Oh, ok."

"See babe, I told you he had more control than me." Paul chuckled kissing me head as he sat down next to me.

"I know you did," I smiled softly. "But I can still worry."

"Of course you can," Paul answered placing his arm on the back of my chair.

"Did she say what time she was coming down Jake?"

He shook his head. "No, just that she would be down later. And something about journals?"

"Ah," I nodded.

"She coming to help with the research?" Paul questioned sipping on his own coffee.

"Seems like it, she did mention yesterday that she wanted to help."

"Journals?" Jake asked.

I nodded.

"Dad has some old journals in his room. Found them when I was clearing some things out." Paul filled in.

"So you're looking for what exactly?" Jake asked.

"Anything about marking," I replied. "We don't know anything."

"The council know fuck all either. It's all hit and miss with them. I for one would like to know more about our heritage than they allow us to know. It would have been so much better, easier if people from the bloodline of the previous pack had been warned about the possibility of phasing. Then at least we wouldn't have be blind sided when it fucking happened." Paul growled.

Jake nodded. "I agree. Even my own father didn't tell me and he knew. Knew I was going to phase, as soon as Sam had. That was the green light for the rest of us. Maybe they were hoping we wouldn't, who knows." He shrugged his massive shoulders." But I agree, they should have told us. Even if it was only when the heat started, as soon as we all had that there was no doubt in the councils mind of who was going to phase."

Paul was nodding along with Jake's words.

"So what should we do?" I asked quietly.

"Carrying on looking through my dads journals. Jake your good with Quileute right, like you can read it?"

"Yeah, dad taught me. Why?"

"Well some of the journals are written in Quileute, and I was going to ask your father to translate them for us." I answered

"But you're not sure if he will tell you the truth about everything?" He offered.

I nodded. "Yeah, sorry."

"Don't be. I agree I'm not sure if they think keeping things from us is protecting us, but so far they've haven't done the best job."

Jake was quiet for a moment just thinking. Then he was standing and walking towards the door.

"I'll be back later," he called out. "When Angela' here I'll be back." Then he was gone out the door, jogging to god knows where.

"What the hell was that?" I asked Paul,who looked just as confused as I did.

"Not a clue, but I'm sure we will find out later." He said fingers toying with the bottom of my hair.

"I have to go home." I grumbled, tilting my head towards Paul.

He chuckled shifting, so I rested against his shoulder. "Just think," he whispered against my ear. "The sooner you go home. The sooner you can come back."

I groaned closing my eyes. I knew he was right buy I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay right here with him. Never leaving the house again.

"Fine, I know you're right." I stood stretching, revealing just a slip of my skin across my stomach. Paul growled, pulling me onto his lap.

"Do you know how fucking hot you look in our clothes," he purred against my neck. I smiled at his words. I didn't even realise what I had picked up from the bedroom floor but it seems I had put on one of Paul's t'shirt's and he liked me in his clothes. Very much. So did his wolf.

"But, you look so much better out of them." His tongue trailed across my skin as he pulled the neck of his t'shirt open.

"You're stretching it."

"Don't care," came his muffled reply.

I laughed as his breath tickled my skin, but then I was moaning. Panting, as his mouth sucked on my flesh. Leaving well placed marks, visible for all to see.

"Paul," I moaned pushing at him. He just chuckled, kissed me on my lips, depositing me on my unsteady legs.

"Whoa," I laughed grabbing hold of him.

"Yeah, I think you should wait at least an hour before driving home. Isn't it dangerous to drive whilst under the influence." He laughed.

"Of alcohol Paul, not sexual tension."

"Sexual tension," he purred crowding me. "Well I can't have my girl all tense now can I?" He said before throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me back to his room. Where we did spend a wonderful hour easing our tension.