Ch. 66 Blood And Other Drugs

"I will always get my way, Iris. Drink! Don't you dare resist what you know will only help you, save you. Drink! Partake of the life force before you and strengthen yourself! Drink, damnit, DRINK!"

I awoke suddenly with a gasp, my lungs screaming for oxygen as if I hadn't taken a breath in too long and my hands clutching onto Edward's shirt so tightly that my knuckles were white. My hair was wet and sticky with sweat, splayed across my face. What the fuck?!

"Iris, Love? It was only a dream. You're alright. You're here with me. Breathe, sweetheart." I felt the coolness of Edward's lips rest against my temple and his hands around my center pulling me into him, the steady rise and fall of his chest against mine was setting a calming pace for my own ragged breathing.

"Edward?" I croaked groggily.

"Yes, love. Shhhh." He pushed my hair back out of my face and held me closer to him for a moment before helping me up to offer a a sip of water to me from the cup on the bedside table. I shook my head with a grimace as my stomach lurched.

The dream had seemed so real, so tangible. I could still smell the metallic scent of the blood I was swimming in. It was so much blood...probably the combined volume of every person whose life I had ended, reaching up to my neck in a never-ending ocean. I was drowning in it, barely able to keep my head above the surface. My only way out was to swallow, but I couldn't, wouldn't. A disembodied, sickeningly familiar face, his skin gaunt, thin, and white as paper, floated around and taunted me as the dark stringy ends of his hair dragged slowly against the thick, red, hot liquid.

I closed my eyes as I remembered, and a tear ran down my cheek.

"Iris? Look at me." Edward spoke directly into my ear. I could tell it was still late...or maybe early even with my eyes squeezed shut. No light shone through my lids and the sound of crickets playing their mating call drifted up through the crack in the window. I had been experiencing so many hot flashes while I slept for the last couple of nights that Edward had begun opening the window before I slept, and he would lay near me, shirtless, throughout the night.

I kept my eyes closed, unwilling to face the reality that I knew was coming. "Iris. It's fine, love. Aro is not here. You're safe." He saw my dream, of course. It was too real for him to have missed it. He always knew what I dreamed about as he watched me sleep, but my dreams had never been so dark and vivid prior to the pregnancy. This shit was crazy.

"Iris!" His voice grew stern, calling me to his attention as I continued to ignore him.

"I can't do it." I finally whispered into his chest...I know I have to, but I'm scared. I mentally amended.

I could already feel it—the inevitable craving—and I was only a week along in the pregnancy. My body needed blood—the baby needed it—but the thought of consuming any of it again both disgusted and enticed me. And THAT feeling, the nagging itch in the back of my throat, was my worst fear. I was going to be a monster.

Edward frowned at my thoughts. "Iris, you have nothing to be afraid of. I will never let you become a monster or allow this to consume you. Blood is merely a necessary evil to the life you have chosen, but I can help you through this part. I have fought with myself for far too many years—torn myself to pieces—and I won't watch you do the same. You are stronger than this. The blood will be nothing but a source of sustenance for you and our child. We have waited long enough...It's time, and I think this dream may be your body's way of reminding you." He placed his hand on my cheek in a silent plea for me to listen to him, to really trust what he was saying...And I did trust him, but all that blood...

"I know, love." He murmured gently to me, consoling me with not only his words but also his touch as he caressed the skin of my lower back which had been exposed as I slept. He continued to rub the rhythmic circles around and around on the same sensitive spot, and the longer he did so, the more my skin began to sweat again, but this time the feeling was not uncomfortable. Oh God...I shuddered in pleasure.

I pulled back from Edward's chest slightly to look into his eyes which were now darkening. He caught onto my mood instantly as his irises turned to coal.

Pregnancy was weird. One minute I was crying and feeling doomed, the next I was overwhelmed with lust and desire for my incredibly handsome, exceedingly patient, wonderfully kind, and exorbitantly loving husband. Wait, why am I complaining?

Edward involuntarily purred when I slowly drew his shirt upward and my finger danced across his marbled abdomen. I shoved the shirt to the side of the bed and returned to my task as I allowed my nails to trace each crevice of his muscles. I rose slowly onto all fours, my eggplant-sized bump showing even more in this position than it had when I fell asleep hours before. Edward laid a protective hand there as he cradled our baby.

The more often we were intimate, which we had been getting more and more practice with, the more confident and controlled—in a good way—Edward became when it came to enjoying himself without the threat of hurting me. I am thoroughly impressed, Mr. Cullen...

"Practice makes perfect..." he hummed, blowing cool, honey-saccharine breath down the front of my shirt, and he continued to kiss me, catching and sucking on my lower lip. Without warning, he ripped my shirt to shreds and tossed it to the floor beside his own. He sat up so that I was perched in his lap and began his descent into my breasts, rubbing his face back and forth between the two.

"Don't we know it..." I gasped, and he chuckled, the movement creating the most tantalizing sensation between my legs...ohhhh...

I bowed myself—awkwardly but effectively—forward and Edward complied, leaning himself back as I moved with him and watching me with my favorite expression of hunger glinting in his eyes, drawing me to him. He lifted his hips as he heard in my mind what I wanted, and I drew his pants down slowly toward his feet, fully exposing his erect member. Hello, old friend...

I smiled devilishly as I reached for him quickly, grasping his shaft harshly. Tonight we play rough, darling—well, rough for a human. Edward hissed in agreement as he was unable to speak from the sensation of my sweltering hand around his cool, full, rod.

A boisterous roar erupted from his throat uncontrollably when I stroked him, and he ran his hands down my breasts, up my thighs, and brushed across my heated core through my thin cotton shorts roughly enough for me to moan in pleasure as I rocked back, but gently enough so as not to leave any marks...not lasting ones anyway...

"Iris..." Edward turned his face to groan into the bed, his hips thrust upward, into my hand, and I stroked his cool shaft again from base to tip, only making him growl again. I released him from my grip and leaned over to run my tongue up his chest as continued up his body until he shuddered below me. "So...good..."

When I reached his face, he met my eyes with his own which were even more impossibly black, a sea of onxy and silky tar. He flipped me—carefully—on to my back, and ripped my shorts off just as harshly as he had my top. He bit his lip and quirked a brow in the most seductive, majestic way. Oh my God...

He began trailing his fingers in a circuit up and down my leg, starting at my calf and stopping just below where my legs met at my core. He got closer and closer to my center with each cycle until I was moaning in protest. Please touch me...Please. Please...ple—

His fingers suddenly circled my overly sensitive nerve bundle and I shrieked with pleasure. Thank you...yessss...

He continued to massage me there over and over, but added the feeling of his fingers inserted into me. His brilliant mind, full of so much space for information and precise calculations knew exactly where to hit me for maximum satisfaction and he did just that. My body was buzzing with energy across my skin as the tension within me grew evermore present.

He pulled his fingers in and out, pressing his thumb onto me, swirling just the right way. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This man was an angel sent to help me experience the ultimate release. His fingers were the instruments helping compose a perfect symphony. They continued their song with percussion, wind, and strings which I felt pulling me into the bright abyss of a climax. Oh Gooooooodddd!

My orgasm came so suddenly that I didn't expect it, but it was more powerful than anything else. I seized with erotic pleasure. "Uhhhhh..." I wanted to tell Edward what he was doing to me, killing me in sensual gratification, but only weak moans would leave my frozen lips.

But even as I came down from my lofty peak, he lowered his mouth to my hardened nipples and continued his game. I moaned again as his tongue swirled around each mound, hitting the soft pebbles at the center in a patterned motion. His thumb remained on my nerve bundle, twisting and pinching as he please. Holy shit. My god I can't...

Even as the wetness dribbled from my opening, he moved his hand and thrust his erection into me. Shit shit shit...

He pulled back until it was just the tip touching me, tickling the nerves there, intentionally trying to drive me over the edge as he smirked down at me. Just as I wanted to yell at him for being a tease, he thrust back in giving me what I wanted. His eyes were blacker than black, and he also moaned in pleasure the deeper that he went. In and out and in and out. I couldn't keep track of his motions, but it didn't matter because he was rocking my world. In and out and in and out, deeper, faster, in and out, around around around, in and out. Push push push push...YES!

We both convulsed in an explosion together as we reached our climaxes in synchrony. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling myself closer to him, but he kept his center away from my stomach, away from the baby.

My heart was thrumming in my chest, my breathing settling as if I had just run a full marathon in the Sahara. He pushed my slick hair off of my face and kissed me until I felt drunk.

"I love you, Iris Elizabeth Cullen."

"I love you more."

"Isn't possible..." he smiled. Then his face turned serious. "But you didn't distract me you know."

"Distract you?" What?

"It's time for the blood." Holy flying balls of fuck.

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