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This is unbeta'd starting last chapter and going forward. I love my Isabel with everything I've got, but I feel like I need to get this stuff out to you guys the second it hits the document, lol. :) So...forgive me any errors. I'm a hot mess with out Isabel.
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***EPOV***
She was an absolute vision of animalistic need and my undying forever.
My entire body was trembling as she stood at the foot of the bed, gasping for useless air as she gazed at me with hunger, red eyes blazing and intense and all fucking mine. Talking was a chore. Breathing was a chore, and even though I didn't need them, I swear to God my lungs were aching for the air I was pulling into them. I was alive. Every inch, every piece of me...brought to life by taking hers.
I wouldn't wait another second to take her as mine. As my mate.
Along with the violent need bubbling up beneath her skin, I could see the fear that outlined it all. The hesitance in her body, the shake in her hands, the trepidation in her eyes.
"I'm going to hurt you, Edward."
Her voice rang like crystal chimes, beautiful, but no more beautiful than any other time I'd heard her speak in our time together. While she was different in many ways, none of them made me love her more or less. She was mine. Whether she was the delightfully sinful teenage girl I'd become infatuated with at her window sill, or the agile woman that stood before me today, she was still my Bella. She was still my purpose, my light...and for that, I'd endure any amount of pain, as long as it was from her skin against my skin, her body heavy on mine.
"Hurt me," I rasped breathlessly. My body was sprung tight and ready to pounce, but I needed her to take the lead. I needed her to realize and feel exactly what she was. "Break me, do whatever you need to do, beloved. But if you don't get over here and fuck me right now, I'm going to come over there and take it."
I didn't even have the final words out of my mouth before she was above me, fingers on either side of my head, tearing the pillow beneath me into three separate parts as she panted and searched my eyes. "I love you," she whispered ardently, her face falling and struggling with the emotion pent up inside her.
I moaned as she settled down on me, pressing herself right where I needed her to be. Her hands were clenched into fists around the scraps of fabric and feathers that once resembled a pillow. I slowly lifted my hand, letting my palm slide up and down her cheek. My eyes were soft and full of everything I constantly tried to convey to her but never really succeeded in doing. "Don't look so frightened, my beautiful girl. It's me...it's us. You know what to do. Just feel me, baby. Take it slow or fast, whatever feels right. You know me better than I know myself...please." She let out a quiet sob as her hand released the tattered pillow and slid along my chest until it rested over my heart. She experimented with her strength, watched my skin move with the force she provided. I had never felt more delicate, and while that was never something I ever really desired to be, it felt so fucking perfect beneath her fingers.
I watched in rapt fascination as she studied me, watching every movement her hands made as they cleared the torn shirt from my body. My cock ached so fucking viciously as she took her bottom lip between her teeth, her nails dragging slowly down my abdomen and to my belt which was straddled by her long, toned legs. With a tenderness that left me gasping with shock and arousal, she undid my belt, the metal clinking as she took it slow. She watched everything she did quietly, sweetly, reverently, managing to slide the button through the fabric and the teeth of my zipper down without damaging myself or my clothing.
And then she smiled.
And I swear to God I could have cried in that moment.
I couldn't wait any longer. I sat up and pulled her toward me, my lips fused to hers and my hands pulling, frantic, needing as she lost herself in our kiss, smiling all the way through it as she wrapped me up so magnificently tight.
I laughed with her, eyes welling with venom and love and just the fucking significance of a moment I had been waiting so many decades for. So many...so goddamn many...
"Bella..."
"I know, baby." She licked my lips and lifted up on her knees on either side of my thighs, yanking my jeans and boxers down with only a slight tear of material and pulling them down as far as she could before I kicked them off.
I groaned, gripping her tighter around the waist and biting her nipple through her shirt, my bare cock pushing up against her fully covered body. Everything was coursing through me. Utter joy, need, arousal, completion, fear...but more than anything, I just wanted to bring us back together again. She pulled my hair so tightly in her fists as I dragged my tongue flat over her covered nipple, my eyes clenching shut as I tried to calm down, tried to remember that while I was in my own monumental moment, she was in an even bigger one.
I breathed out slow, my hands sliding beneath her shirt and up her back as I kissed her chest, her throat, her neck, her ear...and when I met her eyes, I had never felt more privileged in my entire fucking life. "Baby..." I said the word and it ached, my face crumbling, my voice breaking, my need surpassing anything I'd ever felt up until this point. I pulled her shirt over her head, thankful that I'd already torn her bra off of her body earlier on. I kissed her pretty nipples, pink and soft and the same. She was the same in all the ways that mattered most. "Bella, please..."
She gripped the back of my neck and buried her face in my hair, whispering kisses and love, holding me close and holding me together, because that's what she did. Even when she was brand new. Even when she was confused. Even when she was struggling. Her number one goal was to keep me safe.
In ways, it made me ache in the pit of my stomach, knowing that in her time of need, I seemed to always need more.
But a bigger part of me knew that my vulnerability was hers to take. No one saw me like this. No one knew that I crumbled and fell and cried and begged all because the love of my entire existence made me burn so bright and white fucking hot.
My clumsy hands clawed away her jeans, and I couldn't believe how quickly the tables had turned. I was ripping clothes, shaky and altogether unstable while she was quiet and calm, leading me home. Words were too much. And the way she looked at me...Jesus, it was so incredible. With my fumbling hands and her strong and careful passes, we were finally one-hundred-percent bare together, our skin equally warm, equally impermeable, just equal. In every single way. The look on her face was indescribable as she held my face between her palms, her bright crimson eyes searching mine with a gentle tenderness that made tremble even more violently than I had been.
Her nose touched mine, the tip of hers sliding slightly back and forth, her lips upturned in a smile, her eyes promising me that nothing, nothing could make her more happy than this. Than what I'd given her. She waited until I was immersed, lost lost lost in her eyes so deep I knew I would never find my way out again, nor did I want to. "Thank you," she breathed, a heavy wave of emotions emphasizing every word. "You don't know what you've given me. How blessed I am because of you. You make me feel so safe, and so, so complete. Can we...?"
She drifted off, my mouth agape, panting, wanting more of her words and more of her taste on my lips. "Tell me, love," I begged her.
She shook her head, meeting my eyes from beneath her lashes. "I just want to love, I just want to hold you so tight, baby. We can break and destroy and fuck so good, but right now, I need to just fall and cry and breathe you. I need to fall inside of you or I swear to God, I'll lose it. Please, Edward."
I closed my eyes tight and laid back, quickly flipping us over until I was over her...on her. Really on her. All my strength, all my weight, every part of me covering every part of her. I pushed my forehead against hers and gasped, trying to gain my composure. I felt the tickle of our eyelashes fluttering together, and I kissed her cheek, dragging my palm down her belly until I was throbbing in my own hand...and then into where I was meant to me.
We were so far gone.
I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, just let myself feel engulfed in everything that was my perfect, beautiful vampire girl. Because she was no longer human, she was mine, and now...it was honestly and truly forever.
Her eyes were clasped so tight. She wasn't breathing, her arms wrapped around my torso so firmly she was shaking. My elbows were at either side of her head but I needed more skin, more Bella. I moved until her beautiful body was surrounded by my arms, and still, I wouldn't move from her hot, wet body. "Bella, open, baby." My index finger fluttered along her closed lids before I kissed them both gently, her eyes blinking open slowly until she was gazing intently at me. Once I had her with me, open mouths balancing together, eyes hazy but so utterly aware, I moved my hips slightly, unwilling to pull too far away from my love. I buried myself so deep, our bodies swirling, sliding, the most exotic, sensual movements I'd ever felt or made, but never, never disconnecting where we were joined.
I inhaled her heated cries, tasted the desperation on her tongue as she whimpered and sucked and pushed. She bit my lip hard and then licked away the pain, her nostrils flaring with the need for more as her fingers dug into the back of my neck and she thrust back into me with every movement I made against her. She begged me beneath her breath, half moaning, half crying, half desperate delirium as we slid, tasted, and loved. I kissed her lips, carefully moving the hair away from her forehead and watching every beautiful emotion pass through her eyes. "How do you feel, beloved?" I breathed into her perfect, warm mouth.
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***BPOV***
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How did I feel?
There was no easy answer. Jesus Christ, there wasn't even a difficult one.
I felt like after months of wanting, needing something so fucking badly, I had finally gotten it. My wish was granted. My dream come true. My life complete.
Edward.
He was the only answer for any of the good in my life.
He was my answer for everything.
I shook my head from side to side, connecting my eyes with his to show him that it was more than words could articulate. His tongue in my mouth was so warm, so sweet and loving and obvious in the way he loved me. My body was alive for the first time in my entire life, and it only took my death to give me this feeling. His muscles clenching as he squeezed me, the course but somehow amazingly soft hair on his chest, his stomach his thighs as they moved against my body. I'd felt this all before, but now it was magnified by a million.
Even more.
He moved so smoothly inside me, yet didn't dare pull out, which I was so thankful for. At this point, I wouldn't be able to take it. We weren't going anywhere. It was this. For days, months, years...whatever it took. We had that option now, and if I had it my way, he wouldn't leave my body. I clenched so tightly around his cock, stealing his breath away as he pushed deeper, held tighter. He couldn't leave me. He couldn't.
I moaned and whimpered and shook as he sucked my chin, kissing down my throat and chest until his tongue was sliding and tasting my nipples again. I was going to come, and I felt like once I did, I wouldn't stop. It was so good. So fucking good, my brain was mush, the million scents and sounds that had bombarded me since I had awoken a vampire no longer existed. Just like always, the world faded away when he and I were together like this. I tried to say his name, but I couldn't seem to voice it, no matter how desperately I was screaming it in my mind.
I was lost in him, my hands grasping everywhere I could reach, dragging up his back, pulling through his hair, my teeth against his neck as his tongue slid across my shoulder and his lips sucked hard. My bones were reduced to jelly as his nose slid up my jaw, and his deep groan sent shivers throughout my body as he stopped moving inside me. I held him tighter, knowing it was probably too much but I needed to know he was all right. "Bella...God." I shivered violently, grasping onto him because I felt like he was the only thing tethering me down. His voice, so crystal clear and so deep, right in my ear and desperate for me. Christ, I was so fucking close. "I love you. I love you so much," he panted, kissing behind my ear and beginning to swirl his hips against mine again. I could almost feel the urgency beginning to crackle and spark beneath his skin as he buried his face into my neck. "So beautiful. You're so beautiful...let me do it baby. Please, I don't need the blood, I need my teeth in your body. Please, Bella. You have to let me, please..."
My eyes widened and I gasped loudly as I felt his tongue slide along my bite mark. Somehow I was too far gone to realize that he was right there, mesmerized by the way he marked my skin and all that it had brought us because we needed it so much. I was starting to unravel. The knowledge of what he was about to do and the way it made him crazy was scaring me and exhilarating me to the point where I didn't know how I would handle it. I was already so overwhelmed with how much more he was...the way he felt and tasted and moved against me, it was all too much and he was going to...fuck...he was going to...
"Take it. I need you to take it." I let out a desperate cry, burying both hands in his hair and pushing his mouth closer to the scar that would always be engraved into my skin. I wouldn't have it any other way. I was so close to climaxing hard, my pussy pulsing around him as he slid and moved and pushed. His name was a prayer on my lips. Where once it was too much to form the words, now I just couldn't stop.
He enveloped me with his body, pushing me against the mattress with his weight and sliding sinfully in and out of me in languid, barely there thrusts. He cradled my head in his hand, kissing and licking the length of my neck before dragging his teeth along my bite mark, making me clench around him even tighter. "Fuck, Bella," he groaned, his fingers curling and tearing through the mattress as he held still against me. He started thrusting harder than before, letting are bodies separate for mere seconds as we began to pick up the pace. "Gonna come...gonna fill you up, beautiful girl," he mumbled, biting my neck again. "Love you, Isabella. The second my teeth are in you, you'll come. You'll come so hard. Promise me. Say the words."
I clawed my fingernails down his back until my hands were on his ass, pushing him down into me as I was pushing up. Things were getting messy, frantic, hot as I whimpered and cried, feeling like I was seconds away from exploding. "I promise," I breathed. "I love you too, so much."
With a growl, he sunk his teeth into me, where I was used to them, where I had begged for them every day. Stars formed behind my closed eyelids, he slammed me hard as I clenched and came and gushed around him. Wood splintered behind me and he growled and raged as he filled me up, pounding and taking and ravaging as he came for what seemed like forever. It was too much, I couldn't think. He made me scream, he made me desperate. He couldn't stop. I wouldn't let him.
He slowed down, licking my bite and sloppily sucking my neck. His venom dripped down until it was sliding between the valley of my breasts. I wanted more.
I was taking it.
I felt vicious, enraged, like the killer I was supposed to be, only every single ounce of fire inside of me was only ever fueled by my love for him. I flipped us until he was beneath me, his cock inside me still as hard as ever, his eyes glazed and his chest rapidly moving up and down as he stared up at me.
I barely noticed the splinters and pieces of wood from the headboard that he crumbled when he came inside me.
But I had only just begun.
I slid back and forth on him ever so slowly, biting my bottom lip as he laid his palm flat against my stomach, covering my belly button. His eyes slid lazily up my body, a heated smirk on his face as he finally met my eyes.
His, while not as red as mine, were just as feral.
"Time to break things?" he questioned, challenging me with the thrust of his hips as he lifted up off the bed and slammed into me.
I narrowed my eyes, grabbing both of his hands and pushing them down into the mattress on either side of his head, so fucking fast that even I was impressed with my speed.
His eyes were wide.
His cock was so fucking hard.
"Yeah," I whispered, leaning down and biting his shoulder until my teeth sunk in, making him wince and growl and tremble beneath me.
I smiled wickedly, anxious to test out my newfound strength and dominance.
"Time to break things, vamp boy."
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