A/N: I hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving and successful Black Friday.
This chapter is my Christmas gift to all my readers and followers of CAM. You've stuck with me through slow updates, no updates, and fears that Bella would leave with Paul. You deserve this chapter for your perseverance. As an added bonus it's 5800 words!
Thanks go out to MarchHare5 for her wonderful beta skills and to fetish_fanfic and seraph for prereading. All the squeals and sighs assured me I got this right.
Disclaimer: Twilight still remains the property of Stephanie Meyer.
The dream theories are from dreammoods(dot)com.
Song: Undisclosed Desires by Muse
Ch 24
Bella's pov
Cool hands shifted my body, positioning me where they wanted me. It was a strange sensation, considering the dream I was having. When I opened my eyes, my brain had trouble catching up with my surroundings.
I'd had the same dream as far back as I can remember; needles always seemed to trigger its reoccurrence. Sometimes I wondered if the dream fed my fear of needles or the other way around. Maybe if the dreams would stop then I wouldn't be paralyzed by that same chilling fear every time a doctor or nurse came at me with a sharp object.
In the dream I'm lying in a bed in a white room. Everything that touches me is cold. Eskimos—as I'd labeled them years ago because of the constant cold in my dream—surround the bed, stabbing me with needles that burn. I can hear a dog crying, though there's no dog in the room. It sounds like it's in pain, and I want to help it, but the Eskimos won't let me. When the burning needles stop, I can't hear the dog anymore.
Most of the time the dream trapped me in its steel clutches until I woke screaming, which brought my dad running in a blind panic that someone was trying to murder me in my sleep. Other nights, I wander up and down endless hallways filled with closed doors looking for the dog. The black-clothed Eskimos are still there, but my focus is on the dog. When my subconscious focuses on the dog instead of the needles, the dream isn't as frightening. Somehow I know the dog could protect me.
Several years ago I read a book on dreams, trying to make sense of the symbolism so I could get past it. It said that the needles could represent the influence of peer pressure working against me. I'd never let peer pressure influence my choices so that was unlikely. Mike was a prime example.
Nothing about the dog made sense. I never found it in my dream, so I didn't know its color or breed. The closest interpretation I found had to do with death, but I hadn't lost anyone close in my life. Renee didn't tear my family apart until a couple of years after the dreams started, so I couldn't blame them on her.
The book said the hallway symbolized the beginning of a new path and journeying into the unknown. I was a kid, so what possible journey could I take?
Nothing I read seemed to have anything to do with my life in general, so I gave up. Eventually I just accepted that for whatever reason my brain short-circuited so I was stuck with the dream.
At least this time I dreamed about the dog, so I didn't embarrass myself or freak Edward out with my screams.
I didn't recognize my surroundings until I saw Edward beside me. The events of last night and this morning flashed in my mind, helping my brain finally catch up to reality and leave my dreams behind.
I yawned and stretched, arching my back to work out the stiffness in my spine. My eyes darted to Edward when he growled at me. Embarrassed, I tugged my shirt down and sat up, tucking my knees to my chest.
Edward growled even louder, and I was stunned when he began crawling across the bed toward me. He was staring at me like I was the last slice of Mrs. Weber's famous decadent triple chocolate cheesecake.
"Um, Edward are—"
His lips curled back, and he flashed his teeth at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I scrambled out of the bed to get away from him. I froze at the foot of the bed when he turned and stood at its center, snarling and glaring down at me. His eyes had turned black as night, and they followed every move I made.
I dug deep to find my voice again and pointed a shaky finger at him. "Edward, stop that right now." I tried to sound stern like Rosalie. Emmett seemed to listen to her, so I figured the same principle would apply to Edward.
His only response was to flash his teeth again; the constant rumble in his chest sounded ominous. I thought I may have pissed him off instead. I began backing slowly toward the door and the escape it offered without taking my eyes off of him. I was learning Edward moved really fast when he wanted to.
"I mean it. Stop that."
My back hit the wall beside the door, and I tried to discreetly feel for the handle without his knowing. As soon as my fingers touched the handle he growled and leaped from the bed, landing only a few feet away. He reminded me of a mountain lion getting ready to attack its prey with the way he slowly crept forward, growling the entire time.
My heart pounded in my throat, white noise filling my ears, as I frantically tried to recall anything I could have done to set him off and came up blank. Even last night, with everything that went on with Uncle Billy and the guys from the reservation, he never acted this way.
He snarled again, but I couldn't understand what he said. All I knew was that I had to escape before he ate me. I spun around, yanking at the door handle in the process. It took two tries before the door actually opened.
I ran down the hall, and a strangled sound of frustration built in my throat at the sight of three flights of stairs. Of course, there would be stairs because my life hated me. I was clumsy enough as it was; running down three flights of stairs seemed like a really bad idea. I looked over my shoulder and was shocked to find the hall was still empty.
Where was he? Why didn't he pounce when I opened the door? Why wasn't he chasing me?
I was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I ran down the stairs as quickly as I dared. Shaking my head, I cleared my thoughts of Edward's motivations and returned my focus to my most immediate concern—getting away and finding someone to help Edward.
Emmett and Jasper were waiting for me when I reached the bottom of the stairs, and I breathed a sigh of relief that they would help me. A quick look behind me still showed Edward wasn't pursuing me. Maybe he was in control again and I had overreacted by running away?
"What's wrong with him? Why is he doing this?" I whispered since I knew they all had really good hearing, and I didn't want to upset Edward again so soon. "Did I do something wrong?"
Jasper tilted his head to the side and stared at me like I was some sort of lab experiment. His lips twitched like he was either going to laugh or bare his teeth at me, but hadn't made up his mind yet.
Emmett stepped back, letting me pass, and braced his feet apart, cracking his knuckles. He really was rather large, and standing in front of him, I felt about the size of a mouse. I was just as intimidated as one, too. His usual smile was gone and replaced by a severe frown.
Whatever I'd done to upset Edward, they were evidently on his side. I was worried for a moment they weren't going to help me until Emmett pointed to the kitchen and spoke.
"Don't worry, Bella. Jasper and I'll slow him down to give you a fighting chance. Won't we, Jasper?" He shook his head sadly. "It's just not right for him to use her human speed against her."
"Sure, we'll help. It'll be good for him," Jasper chuckled darkly.
Their offer of help did nothing to reassure me. They weren't offering to stop him or protect me. I understood clearly they would only slow him down and nothing more. I was on my own.
Why hadn't I paid more attention when I took that self-defense class last summer? I didn't think screaming "Fire"was going to do me much good in this situation. There was no one to come running all the way out here, and I didn't know where I left my cell phone last night to call my dad.
"If you leave by the kitchen door, there's a path through the garden you can take to hide," Emmett offered.
I didn't bother to thank him and just ran in the direction he pointed. I closed the door softly behind me, hoping Edward wouldn't hear. I was stunned to see how massive their garden was. The crushed stone path Emmett told me about was designed to fully enjoy each part of the garden and meandered its way around all the beds until finally coming out the other end to the forest beyond. I would have loved to stop and enjoy all the colorful wonders, but now was not the time.
My shoulders slumped in defeat. There was no way I could get from here to there without the stones cutting my bare feet and slowing me down even more.
I had to find another way. I tiptoed over to a grouping of patio furniture and crouched down, hiding in the shadows beside the house. No sooner had I ducked down than I heard the door slam and saw Edward pause at the edge of the steps. His deep laugh didn't sound very humorous as he slowly went down the steps to the garden. Before I could blink he was gone.
I counted to a hundred in my head, and silence filled the air, making the hairs on my neck stand on end. I listened for any indication Edward was returning while working out my next move. I'd go back inside, beg Emmett and Jasper to let me use their phone if I couldn't find mine, and call my dad to come get me.
I stood slowly and breathed a sigh of relief that there was no sign of Edward returning yet.
"Looking for me?" a voice chuckled in my ear.
I screamed and spun around, stumbling over my feet as I tried to back away. "Edward, why are you doing this?" I pleaded. If he would just explain what I did wrong I swore I would never do it again.
Edward growled menacingly and pulled me to him, swinging me up in his arms. I struggled to break free as he ran, until I felt his nose in my hair, his growl vibrating in my ear.
My growl.
I recognized the sound immediately and some of the tension in my spine melted away. I was still terrified, not knowing what I'd done wrong or what he was going to do to me, but I could catch my breath for the first time since waking up.
We were near the edge of the forest in a part of the garden I hadn't seen before. A tall wall of boxwoods blocked our path and went on as far as I could see.
He set me on my feet, and I stared up at him, watching him closely and waiting for an explanation. I rested my hand against his chest, needing to feel the vibrations of my growl for reassurance.
"You're… you're doing my growl. Are you going to hurt me?"
He refused to answer me, and I worried I may have upset him again. His eyes were now so black the whites were gone. The only reassurance I had was what my instincts were telling me as my growl filled my head and my heart. He stared at me intently, waiting for an understanding that I couldn't give him.
"I don't understand what you need, Edward. You have to help me understand," I stressed, pleading with him to explain. "I'm not like you, but I'm trying."
He leaned in, and my eyes fluttered closed as his cool breath washed over my skin. His tongue darted out and touched my neck, making me shiver in response. My skin broke out in goosebumps, and butterflies began fluttering in my stomach despite my fear. His lips traveled slowly up my neck, stopping to press a kiss against my temple with a gentleness that surprised me, given his recent actions.
"Behind you is a maze. I need to hunt you." His deep voice startled me near my ear with its dark intensity.
He pulled away, and I felt alone without his hands and lips on me. I would have stepped closer to have him draw me back into his arms if it weren't for the sight that met my eyes when they opened.
I knew Edward was a vampire, but I didn't understand Edward was a vampire. I had only seen the side of himself that he'd shown me up until now. I saw the ferocity in Carlisle last night when he confronted Paul, but even that was nothing compared to what I faced right now. It made me wonder if they all hid this kind of beast inside.
Seeing Edward drop the human veneer he wore and show me his true nature was stunning. He was still my Edward, but he was something else, too. He was a predator, a creature driven by instinct and capable of unimaginable violence if unleashed. The darkness that came over him was terrifying. It was as though his very presence grew right before my eyes. He seemed taller, even. There were two sides of Edward, and this new side made me extremely nervous of doing something to piss him off. I sensed that he wouldn't show mercy if angered.
If it weren't for the constant reassurance rumbling in his chest I would have peed in my pants before dying from abject terror. Other vampires must tremble in fear when they faced him.
I still didn't understand the need that was riding his back so fiercely right now, but something toyed at the edge of my mind and triggered a new and exciting feeling inside me.
I wanted him to hunt me.
I watched him closely as I backed away. Every time I'd tried to get away from him before, he'd attacked. This time he remained completely still, watching me with those black eyes-a predator waiting to strike. I took another step and paused. Other than the slight flare of his nostrils he remained unmoving, so I carefully took another step.
When I passed the entrance to the maze I finally took my eyes off of him. I turned and ran down the first path I saw. A deafening roar filled the air, and I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming in response.
The hunt was on.
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I stared at the green, living wall in front of me and screamed in frustration. This was the third time I'd hit a dead-end in almost as many minutes. Time had lost all meaning since entering the maze. It seemed like I'd been lost in the confusing twists and turns forever.
No drug was capable of the rush I was experiencing. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, keeping my emotions high. I constantly swung between excitement when I took the correct path, running deeper into the maze toward some unknown end, and frustration when my path was blocked.
Anticipation had built steadily as I sought the end. Edward was somewhere in the maze with me. It was exhilarating knowing I was the prey he hunted.
In the hunt, only two people mattered—the hunter and the hunted. The maze was the only world I knew. Everything else ceased to exist the moment I'd entered. My only thoughts were of Edward, just as I was certain I was in his.
I turned my back on the useless path and contemplated my only two options left: go back down the path I came from and try another opening, or try the one on the right. The two on the left I already knew were dead ends.
"Edward," I called out. Just as my growl reassured me Edward wouldn't hurt me, I knew if I called, he would come. A dark chuckle came from the other side of the wall beside me, and I spun in that direction, squinting to see him through the thick hedge. "Edward, please." I caught a glimpse of white before it was gone again.
I closed my eyes in frustration and clenched my hands at my sides. "I really don't like you right now," I yelled.
"You're lying, Bella," he whispered behind me. His voice vibrated with the sounds of his beast.
I opened my eyes and spun around, glaring at him. He had been doing that a lot. I would run, and he would always find me. Sometimes he stayed long enough to let me see him, holding me captive with a kiss that left my lips tingling. The sweet, tangy taste of his venom teased my tongue when I licked my lips, leaving me wanting more. His beast would stalk me, herding me toward whichever path he wanted me to take.
Other times he moved so quickly I would think it was my imagination if it weren't for the bouquet of colorful flowers in my hand. A single new flower would be tucked into my hair, letting me know he'd found me again. My instincts told me Edward's beast would never do something as sweet as bring me flowers. The flowers were Edward's way of reminding me he was part of the beast hunting me.
This time he stayed, and I was rewarded with a kiss. His lips brushed against mine, and I threw my arms around his neck to keep him with me. His amused chuckle rumbled in his chest when my tongue darted out to lick his lips. I groaned when he pulled back, refusing to deepen our kiss.
"Please," I whined again, stretching on my toes to reach his lips that hovered just out of reach. His crooked smile mocked me, and I growled at him, tugging hard on his hair. "Kiss me!"
His eyes widened in surprise, then darkened and filled with lust. "Such a ferocious little mate we have. She even has claws."
I'd noticed the few times Edward had spoken since I entered the maze that he referred to himself in the plural, as though the two halves were separate entities. I wondered if all vampires felt and acted this way. The side that felt the need to hunt me kept referring to me as his mate and found humor in my attempts to make demands.
He leaned in again, and his mouth captured mine. I may have bounced on my toes in glee when his lips parted and his tongue touched mine. I curled my fingers in his hair, tugging again, and was rewarded with my growl as I seized the opportunity to lap at the venom I could taste.
"Take what you need, little Mate. Let my scent fill you so all others will know you're mine."
I squeaked in surprise and pulled away, looking up into Edward's black eyes when he opened them, surprised that I would end the kiss so soon.
"What's wrong?" he growled. He tilted his head slightly, listening and scenting the air. A growl filled the air around us, warning anyone nearby away from his prey.
I bit my lip nervously and looked around, making a quick decision. "Nothing, I—I thought I heard something. Kiss me again?" I peered up at him from under my lashes and licked my lips.
He grinned wickedly and shook his head. I held my breath, waiting to see if I'd been caught in my lie. He tapped my nose with his finger and only pecked my lips before stepping away.
"The hunt isn't over yet, Mate. Take the path back the way you came and turn left at the second opening. I promise you'll be rewarded soon." He lowered into a crouch and the darkness took over again. "Run," he growled.
I turned and ran, following his directions. The new path was filled with more twists and turns… and more dead ends. My bouquet was overflowing, and I'd been rewarded with two more brief kisses.
I grinned that I'd gotten away with my secret. He didn't suspect I'd heard him again, or he would have rushed me back to the house for more tests. I couldn't deal with more needles so soon after last night.
Carlisle said Edward's venom wasn't hurting me as far as they could tell, and I didn't feel sick. If anything, I felt great. I'd only tripped once since entering the maze, but I wasn't hurt in the fall—and it had brought Edward rushing to my side to check on me—so it was all good as far as I was concerned. There was nothing to worry about. Yes, twice now I'd heard Edward's thoughts, but there were worse things than hearing someone, I decided. It was freaky, but if that were the only side effect then I could learn to live with it.
I turned another corner and stumbled to a halt. My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped in disbelief. Things like this only existed in fairytales. I squeezed my eyes closed, counted to ten, and then peeked through my right eye. When it was still there I opened both eyes and stared in wonder. Cool hands slid around my waist, and he took a deep breath with his nose in my hair.
"It's time to reward our little mate for giving us such a good hunt."
Strong arms carried me up the steps of the large gazebo in front of us. White, water-resistant curtains were tied back at each corner. Colorful flowerbeds circled the structure, and red and pink roses climbed the posts to spread across the roof. An elaborate candelabrum hung from the center rafter, casting flickering rainbow prisms across the interior from a multitude of burning candles that reflected off the crystal pendants. Under the candelabrum stood a beautiful, carved, wooden bed on a raised platform, covered in rich, snow white fabrics and blanketed with rose petals. My feet touched the floor, and I turned in amazement, trying to take in everything at once.
"What—" My voice trailed off, still overwhelmed with the beauty of it all.
"Carlisle built this place for Esme when he first bought the land," Edward explained.
I looked over my shoulder at him. "Should we be here?" I asked.
He grinned and stepped forward, pulling me back against his chest and nuzzling against my neck with his lips.
"The men in our family use the maze and this place when we feel the primal urge to hunt our female," he explained.
I stiffened in his arms, jealousy stabbing my heart at the thought that he'd been here before. Hunted other women before. Women more experienced, more beautiful—vampire women who understood his needs better than I did.
"I bet the others have really enjoyed this," I hinted, waving my hand at the bed in front of us.
"I'm sure they have. We've already had to replace the bed twice since moving back. Things get very intense in a hunt," he growled lowly.
He brushed my hair aside, and his tongue traced the shell of my ear. I closed my eyes and fought the tingle that ran down my spine and the need to turn in his arms and kiss him again. I'd foolishly thought this was something special just between us, but now to find out he'd brought others felt like the worst betrayal. I wanted to hunt down every woman he'd been with and tear them apart for having this moment with him.
I felt him turn me around, a cool finger brushing against my cheek.
"Why are you crying, Mate?"
I leaned my forehead against his chest and shook my head, refusing to answer. I hurt so much, and I wished he could understand without words.
"I thought this was something you wanted to share with me. I thought this was special. I thought I was special."
A knuckle under my chin raised my face, and I opened my eyes. Tears spilt unheeded down my cheeks, and I let him see the hurt I couldn't voice. His gaze shifted, and the blackness filled his eyes again.
"You have much to learn, little Mate," he growled, his eyes narrowed menacingly at me. He swung me up in his arms and carried me to the bed.
"No, Edward, don't. I can't," I cried, clinging to him. I felt the softness of the bed beneath me, and Edward lay over me, caging me in. His hands held my face still, forcing me to look at him. He leaned in, kissing away each tear that fell, and my growl filled my ears.
"Shhh, pretty little Mate. Don't cry. We have lived a century in this life searching for our mate in every corner of the world. No one caught our attention until you. Only you soothe the beast and make him content. We have never hunted until you. The others we spoke of are our family. All male vampires feel the need to hunt our mates on occasion to restake our claim and prove our prowess. We have never had the need to prove ourselves to any female. You are the only one we have ever hunted or will ever hunt for the rest of eternity."
I stared into his black eyes, seeing the truth of his words. A soft whisper brushed against my mind.
"Hear me, Mate. Only you."
I sobbed and threw my arms around his neck, clinging tightly to him. "I'm sorry. I was jealous. I thought—"
His lips halted my apology, and he devoured my mouth. I moaned at the fierce possessiveness in his kiss, and warmth filled my veins. I tugged at his shirt, wanting more. I needed to feel him.
I swallowed his growl when my nails scraped his lower back, and he pressed against me, letting me feel his own need. He tilted my head farther to deepen his kiss, and I reveled in the taste of his passion as more venom spilled over my tongue.
Featherlight touches on my side gave way to firm hands that skimmed over my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as they ripped my shirt down the middle and threw it to places unknown. My bra quickly followed, and I tugged at the buttons on Edward's shirt, popping them in my haste to feel his skin on mine.
He broke our kiss to rise up on his knees and tear his shirt from his chest. I gasped, my chest heaving as my starved lungs filled with air. Hunger-filled eyes stared down at me, and his fingers ghosted over my collarbones and down my arms. Our fingers tangled together, and he brought my hands up to rest on the pillow beside my head before leaning down again.
His lips attached to my neck and sucked lightly against the pulsing vein. I whimpered when I felt his teeth scrape against my jugular.
"Shhh, I'm not going to bite you. Just let me savor you for now," he whispered.
I nodded in response and squeezed his hands, letting him know I trusted him, and tilted my head farther, giving him the access he wanted. Over and over his teeth grazed my neck, alternating with his cool lips locking onto my neck briefly, before his tongue would rasp the place his lips had been latched onto, soothing the tiny sting. My temperature continued to rise until I felt like I would combust if he didn't give me more soon.
The words "bite me" played havoc in my mind, but he was right; I wasn't ready for that until I understood more.
I wrapped my legs around his, needing to be closer, and was rewarded with a firm thrust against my pelvis in return, causing me to whimper. His teeth left my neck, his lips trailing soft kisses across my collarbones before slowly working their way down the center of my chest.
"Edward," I gasped when his lips wrapped around my nipple and began suckling deeply.
He growled deeply at my needy groan and switched to my other breast. His hands finally left mine after a firm squeeze.
"Don't move," he warned.
I clutched the pillow like a lifeline when his lips found my navel and his tongue dipped in briefly. My back arched, begging for more. A single finger grazed my stomach below the waistband of my shorts, causing my breath to hitch in anticipation.
Any time Mike and I had made out I had always stopped him from going any further. With Edward, I wanted everything. Things had moved so quickly between us, but time meant nothing when he touched me. Edward claimed I was his mate, and he made the word sound like it meant so much more than simple human phrases and platitudes we threw around without thought. The word itself was profound.
I wanted whatever he was willing to give me. There was no hesitation in my plea.
"Please."
My lips were swiftly captured again, and his tongue plundered my mouth. My fingers found their way into his hair, ignoring his warning not to move. The warm afternoon air brushed over my hip, and I felt Edward's cool touch between my legs. When his finger stroked over my wet entrance I groaned and bit down hard on his tongue in my mouth, driven by some buried instinct.
He growled against my lips, and his finger slipped inside me, preparing me for his possession. When a second finger joined his first, I pulled on his hair and broke away from his lips to press hard kisses against his throat.
I whimpered in need, arching against his fingers gently thrusting inside me. I was going to die if he didn't claim me soon. My hands found the waistband of his jeans, and I tugged at the button frantically.
"More," I growled, shocked at the primitive sound coming from my throat. Something buried deep inside of me was taking over and demanding release that only Edward could give.
He had frightened me. Frustrated me. Hunted me. Driven me insane, teasing me with my need for him.
I wanted my reward!
He growled in answer, and in seconds my fingers curled around cool, hard flesh. I shivered in fear and anticipation. I stroked his hard flesh, learning the feel of what would claim me in the final act of our hunt, while he watched the lust fill my eyes. Too soon he took my hand and placed it back on the pillow beside my head.
"I need you too much. You can touch me another time."
"I've never…" I began.
Embarrassment flushed my cheeks at what I was admitting. Edward's gaze became even more predatory and possessive if that were possible.
"My mate," he growled.
He shifted his hips, and I felt his hard flesh at my entrance.
"See us, Mate."
I blinked, focusing on Edward's face hovering over me. His eyes were still black, but flecks of gold shone through. Both sides of Edward were joining together. He pressed forward in slow, short strokes, giving me time to adjust to the new sensation of being filled.
"I see you. You're my Edward. Only mine."
"Now and forever, Mate. For eternity."
I felt the contours of his back, learning the hard muscles that bunched as he slowly thrust into me. Our gaze was locked, seeing the emotion we hadn't spoken in the other's eyes.
The fact that we were communicating without words no longer frightened me, and he seemed to accept the wonder of whatever allowed us to speak to each other in such an intimate manner. Images filled my mind of the darkness in Edward wreaking havoc and the destruction that side of him was capable of. I saw what would happen if the darkness weren't calmed.
I finally understood the purpose of the hunt. Edward had already claimed me the moment he laid eyes on me, but his dark side needed to claim me in its own way. Our time in the maze, letting Edward hunt me, was his way of claiming me.
His thrusts became erratic, and I felt a tightening in my stomach. I rose to meet each thrust as much as he would allow. He needed more than my human body was capable of giving, and I screamed in frustration that I would fail him, even as my own climax was approaching.
He leaned down and kissed me deeply. I was frantic to give him everything I could to claim him as well. I was driven by something born of pure instinct I couldn't comprehend. I needed to leave my mark on him so everyone would know he was mine. An inhuman sound rumbled in my own chest as need ate at my gut. My fingers clawed and scraped uselessly against the muscles in his back.
Edward's thrusts became even more impassioned as I fought and clawed at him. He grabbed my hands, pinning them to the pillow, holding me down. He growled into my mouth, warning me to stop.
I would never fear his beast after today. He was fierce and capable of horrific violence, but he would never harm me. I felt Edward's immense strength in the steel vise grip he used on my wrists, and yet he remained mindful of how easily he could hurt me. He controlled my actions with a firm gentleness that filled me with love and security.
I tore my mouth from his and screamed, arching my back as my climax washed over me with a violent intensity. I was momentarily deaf and blind, losing all sensation in my arms and legs. The only feeling was where Edward and I were joined.
I sensed Edward had not found his own completion, and that same buried instinct took over again. I raised my head quickly and pressed my face into his chest. Before he could guess my intent I opened my mouth wide, biting him with every ounce of strength I possessed. He shuddered, a deafening roar filling the air, and I felt the cold pulse of his release deep inside me.
The man and beast had finally come together as one.
Well? Was it worth the wait?
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