A/N: Hello all. Thank you so much for staying with the story, even though I have not posted in three years. To all the new readers, thank you for reading even though you saw that this story was on an undisclosed hiatus.

A lot of changes happened in my life since I last wrote, inducing within me a huge, and I mean HUGE, writer's block.

For the first time in a long time, I've felt the desire to write.

So here we are.

Like many of you, I have found a lot of free time on my hands.

It may take me a while to get my previous "writing mojo" back, but I am dedicated to trying.

Thank you. I hope you enjoy this one.

-DD

Playlist:

- Latch by Sam Smith (Disclosure Remix)

- Closer by Kings of Leon

- Say You Love Me by Jessie Ware (Shura Remix)

Chapter 55:

EPOV

Taken aback by her sudden forwardness, I must have let Isabella's words hang in the air for a heartbeat too long. She became visibly nervous, and backtracked. She stepped away from me.

Her gaze dropped to her feet and she spoke without making eye-contact, "I mean only if you want to. If that is something you'd like-"

I couldn't tolerate it.

I lifted her chin so she'd be forced to look at me. When she did, I took both her hands in mine. Her black eyes softened; her eyebrows relaxed.

"It's not that I don't want to," I said, clearing my throat. "I hesitated because you need to eat."

Isabella looked at me with something undiscernible behind her eyes. A small smile made the corner of her mouth twitch. What I wouldn't give to hear her thoughts right at this moment.

Suddenly, my mouth was dry and I was full of nerves. Uncertainty loomed over my head as I spoke.

"Believe me, before you left, thinking of you in that way happened very often. I know you know that. It was hard to hide my feelings for you. It was wrong then, but I didn't give a shit. You were my mate, but not mine. If my head was the only place that I could be with you, then I allowed myself that one slice of happiness. No matter how dirty it was," I admitted.

I released her hands and lightly ran my fingertips along the skin of her arms. Goosebumps erupted where I touched her, and her breath hitched. Her nipples quickly hardened through her tattered shirt, and I had a hard time ignoring what she wanted. She took one of my hands and brought the palm to her mouth, planting a couple of wet kisses.

I swallowed thickly.

Ungodly images of Isabella, naked, panting, and screaming my name as I fucked her, filled my head. All the fantasies I had locked away flooded my mind.

I couldn't resist.

Every desirous thought I had before she left, every sexual scenario I dreamed us in, lit my imagination on fire. My desire for all of her trumped every other thought in my head. I had no room for anything else other than her.

Every primal urge I had locked away, to barricade me from hurt, spilled forth.

The love I had for her, the love that I tried with my life to ignore, resumed its place in the center of my world.

I was so full of emotion. So full.

All the thoughts and feelings that were part of why we were here together, right now…

They all stumbled their way into my mind, every last one of them. Though the wounds have not healed over completely, the primal side of me demanded to be felt.

Happiness, giving in, love.

Letting go and just fucking being without having to think or second guess myself.

That's what demanded to be felt.

I would have my way with her one day soon. One day, we'd fuck for a week straight.

Now was not the time, I forced myself to think before I lost my sense of reason. She was hungry.

The logical voice in the back of my head told me to be careful, that there was so much to discuss prior to sealing the deal.

But I couldn't make room for that in the forefront of my mind. I was so tired of waiting. So tired of wanting.

My hands made their way to her lower back and pulled her close. Isabella released a sharp breath as I did so. The corners of her lips tugged upwards.

"Even though you are covered in dirt, your hair's a mess, and the soles of your feet are black," I laughed softly. "You are still the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Don't you dare think I don't want you. Everything you feel for me is what I feel for you," I said, bringing my lips slowly to hers. "I assure you, every urge you feel is matched by what I felt and still continue to feel for you. In every way."

Her lips parted easily, welcoming me. Mine slid between hers, ours between each other's, around each other's. Her scent enveloped me completely as she let go of her anxieties.

I pushed her up against the wall, bringing her hands up above her head, and intertwining our fingers. After a moment, I let them drop. As she snaked her arms around my neck, I pulled her to me by the waist. She fumbled with the neck of my t-shirt, pulling it free from the waist of my pants and over my head.

Before my shirt hit the ground, I turned her and made her face the wall. I held her hair up on the top of her head and kissed the spots where her neck met her back. Her response drove me on, as she shivered and pressed her backside into me.

I pressed my dick into her ass.

"This is what you do to me, Isabella," I whispered in between kisses, grinding into her. "I had to fight myself. When I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd do to you if you were mine, I had to fix it myself."

"I've thought about it a million times over in my head," she said breathlessly. "How you'd feel. How you'd make me feel… That night in the piano room. Can I show you what you did to me? How I had to fix it?"

She turned to face me and kissed me harder than she ever had before. She guided my hand towards her pussy. I could feel how wet she was through her pants.

"This is what you do to me."

I could see myself in the doorway, exiting the bedroom she had in my parent's house. She shut the door and locked it. Her chest was heaving. A dull throb ached in her midsection.

She quickly shut the lights, drew the curtains in, and crawled into bed.

The house was silent, except for my retreating footsteps. Everyone else was feigning sleep, or otherwise occupied.

She swallowed her resolve. If they heard her, so be it.

She reached into her underwear. There was no need to separate her labia to know how wet she was. She was soaked, absolutely soaked. She slid a finger into herself, and whimpered as she immediately began to fuck herself, thoughts of what had just transpired fresh in her mind.

She fingered herself as she thought of me bending her over the piano. She imagined me teasing her, rubbing my fingers over her sensitive parts too lightly for her liking. She imagined taking me by the hair and shoving my face into her pussy. She begged me to fuck her with my tongue, begged me to flip her over and finger her while I ate her out.

She recalled feeling my hard dick through my pants as we danced, she recalled wanting so badly to have it in her mouth, to feel the tip of my cock so deep in her throat that she could hardly breathe.

With one hand on her clit, the other wrapped around her neck and squeezed. She squeezed until all she heard was the rush of venom through her skull. She rubbed harder as she gasped for air and moved from her chokehold to reach under her shirt to play with her breast. She pinched hard, making her cry out in delicious pain. She made herself hurt, and she liked it. But she could only do so much.

She imagined me making her drop to her knees in front of the piano bench. I was at the edge of it, leaning back along its length as she covered my dick with her mouth again.

All of this she imagined as she fingered herself. She inserted two more fingers, fucking herself harder and harder to the thought of me. She brought her hand down from her breast and circled her clit, always amazed that she was ambidextrous. She then brought the other hand up to her mouth—

"Jesus, fuck." I couldn't contain the growl building up in my chest. Her thoughts were ripped from my mind, but I didn't care. There was a large part of me that wanted to make that dream a reality right this moment. My cock throbbed in response to the sight of her masturbating. At the same time, I didn't want to taste her second hand. I wanted to experience it on my own.

"I'm sorry," she said quickly, embarrassed. "I'm not sure how to control how much you see, but I needed you to see what you did."

"Don't ever be sorry for showing me anything of the sort, Isabella. That was the absolute hottest thing I have ever experienced." I said, moving my hand away from her growing wetness. I cupped her cheek as I spoke. "I want you so fucking badly. I just wanted to taste you with my own mouth."

I brought my mouth back down to hers and deepened the kiss. My dick rubbed up against her unapologetically. I felt like a horny teenager; I needed release and I wanted it now. My head swam in endless possibilities with the knowledge that she liked it rough. God.

To be frank, I wanted to taste her pussy in my mouth. I wanted her to sit on my face. I wanted to fucking drink her in. Kissing would not be enough to satiate me.

I wasn't sure how long I'd last.

My thoughts and body betrayed all sense I had.

My dick pulsed against her thigh as I delved my tongue inside her mouth to meet hers, and suddenly, I was flying backwards through the doorway of the bedroom.

I crashed into the wall facing the room, carving a massive dent in the drywall. At the same time, Isabella's hand pulled my head down to meet hers. Our teeth scraped furiously against each other's as we figured out a rhythm to kiss to. Her hands were in my hair, tightly gripping the new growth from today's human transformation.

She led me down to her jaw. As I made purchase with her skin, sucking and kissing, she pulled harder.

It stung wonderfully.

We both fought for dominance, aggressively clawing and squeezing what we could grab. I felt it would be a losing battle for me.

I kissed my way down her neck, and she quietly moaned. She tasted of dirt Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew there were other things to be done, like food and bathing, but my cock was ready, straining against the zipper of my fatigues. My hips bucked out of their own accord and she responded by grinding into me. The sudden friction felt so good, I couldn't think about anything else but her. Her breasts loomed in front of me, so I went for them, throwing all caution into the window. I kissed the cleavage that was exposed over top, salivating at the chance to put them into my mouth.

Fuck.

In another swift movement, she had her legs wrapped around my waist. I could feel warmth emanating from her pussy, onto my dick. All I could imagine was the feel of her sliding down on me as I fucked her into a hole in the wall. All I could hear was that moan. I could see me slamming into her from behind, using her ponytail to bring her back onto me.

She ground down on me even more as she brought my mouth back up to meet hers.

It was her turn to kiss down the sensitive skin of my neck. I couldn't even remember the last time someone paid attention to me there.

I breathed her in.

And then—I smelled the pot of blood downstairs.

In half a second, with Isabella still attached to me at the waist, we were in the kitchen. I placed her on the counter perpendicular to the side the stove was on and took the pot off the heat. She grinned at me under hooded eyes, evidently pleased.

"Fuuuuck," I hissed.

I stood in front of her, my hands gripping the edges of the counter on either side of her thighs, my head on her shoulder. I had to breathe deeply for a couple of moments to control myself. With the wall already damaged, I did not want to have to pay to replace a broken countertop.

My dick was absolutely aching to be inside of her. "I can't take much more of that. Not without decimating half a country with what I want to do to you."

"I'm glad we're finally on the same page," she joked.

She planted a chaste kiss on my forehead and brought me in for a hug. How she was able to stomp down on her horniness so quickly baffled me.

She sighed a quiet I love you into the skin of my shoulder. I tightened the hug and replied in like fashion.

After a couple of minutes of forcing myself to put the horny thoughts to rest, I moved around the kitchen to pour us both mugs of the warmed blood-bank blood.

Isabella grabbed hers the instant I held it out to her and downed the whole thing in one go. She drank noiselessly and cleanly. Not even a smidgen of blood left on her lips. Still in the zone, when I offered her my cup, she immediately went for it. She drank it slower than the first one, taking multiple sips, seeming like she was thinking hard about the taste.

She burped and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, snapping back to reality.

"Better?" I asked, thoroughly entertained.

She nodded a little sheepishly. "Oh god yeah. I didn't feel that hungry to begin with, but once the first taste hit my tongue… It hit me all at once. I'm sorry I ate yours too."

"It's all good," I said, grabbing a cold pack from the fridge. "I don't mind it cold. It's how I drink it pretty much all the time now."

I showed her how I punctured the pack and drank it three quarters empty. I offered her the rest of mine and she shook her head, saying that she was full. She jumped off the counter and began to wash the mugs.

"I still have trouble getting over how much self-control you have," I said as I tossed the now-empty bag into the trash bin. "You just had your first taste of human blood and declined another helping."

"To be honest," she said, shrugging. "It wasn't all that great. It was harder to say no to a second helping, because I was still hungry, but I imagine I would have reacted the same had you offered me moose or pig."

She put the mugs in the drying rack and dried her hands on a hand towel.

Her motions stilled and she narrowed her reddening eyes towards the front window. Her head cocked to one side and she had the same faraway look in her eyes that Alice got when she had a vision.

"Someone's coming," she whispered, disappearing on the spot. Her hand was instantly in mine. I squeezed tightly.

"Go upstairs," I whispered. "Stay hidden until I say it's safe."

She refused, wrapping her other hand around the wrist of the same hand I was holding her with.

Sure enough, a moment later, I heard car wheels pop along the gravel road. It stopped just before our gate. We had seconds, at best. Whoever it was would have to jump a ten-foot wall concrete fence.

Or break through it.

I couldn't hear anyone's thoughts, save for our closest neighbor one kilometer away. But even that was faint.

And that's what scared me.

There was a knock at the door.

A mind opened up before me.

The C.O. had found us.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know what you thought of the chapter and of this lemon. Again, it's been three years since I've written anything so... I am pretty darn rusty to say the least.

I plan to upload once a week (or more).