A little more lemony fun for our favorites ;)

Part Fourteen

Edward leads me back to the castle, weaving expertly around the throngs of New Year's revelers. We are the only stragglers that left the Volturi's halls and I can hear the indistinct sounds of activity in private rooms: the turn of a page, murmurs between lovers, the sound of an ancient phonograph drifting through the stairwell. He leads me past my room, his fingers still laced through mine, his fiery gaze peering back at me with an intensity that makes my breath hitch.

He pulls his red scarf loose from his neck, dropping the useless thing to the floor as he tugs me into his room. He pins me against the door and attacks my lips; with his hands roaming over my chest and back, I can hardly think straight. My hands find his silky hair, pulling him to me with a need that engulfs me. His tongue moves sensuously along my lips, invading as they part in a gasp.

Edward's searching fingers crest my shoulders and my coat drops behind me in a heavy swish of fabric. My scarf and sweater are next, his fingertips caressing my bare skin. He yanks me across the room, tossing me onto the bed as he looks down on me with a hunger that sends a jolt of electricity through me, that makes my muscles clench with anticipation.

I watch him shed his own coat and knitted layers, left in those ridiculous jeans and a t-shirt that clings to him in a way that sets fire to my whole body. His grin is devilish as he listens to my thoughts scatter at the sight of him.

I lean forward, lifting his shift up, and kiss gently across the smooth expanse of his abdomen, the light sprinkling of brownish hair brushing against my lips. He lets me push the thin shirt up over his head and I pull him down on top of me, relishing in the feel of his skin on mine, my thigh between his. I tug lightly on his hair, urging him to expose his neck, and I kiss down it achingly slow, sucking on the honeyed skin above his collarbone. His answering moan makes me arch into him, my hand slipping down between us to palm him over his jeans.

Edward pulls back with a groan, his burgundy eyes dark with a desire that scorches. Frozen, I watch as he brings his mouth to my chest, laving a nipple in a way that has me panting, his hands roving down to my hips. I bubble with expectation, every second that his fingers and mouth tease me torturous.

Finally, he touches me where I long for him most, flicking open the button of my slacks and slipping a hand inside. I bite my lip to restraint the keening moan and my hands fist in the duvet beneath me at the intensity. My eyes close, my breathing heavy, and I can feel Edward's lips on my hip, his fingers deftly tugging the last of my clothes free.

I look down at him as he surveys me, his palms on my thighs. They slip around under my knees and pull me to the edge of the bed easily. My head thumps back as he kneels between my legs, his dark gaze fixed on my face as he takes me in his mouth.

I can't stop myself from moaning at the feeling of his hot mouth, his expert tongue, on me, his answering hum making my hips jerk up off the bed. My hands bury in his hair, pulling, encouraging, and he takes me deeper, one arm pinning my hips to the bed with his newborn strength, the other hand trailing along the inside of my thigh in maddeningly light circles.

His fingers inch up my thigh slowly, carefully, as he licks and sucks, distracting. When they finally cup me gently, he has teased me into a frenzy, his movements consuming my thoughts, eradicating anything else.

My eyes fly open when he pulls back, his full, rosy lips glistening. My hands fall away, unable to hold him to me as he looks up at me through thick, smokey lashes, still trapping me to the bed with his superior strength. His hand slips lower still; I gasp at the new sensation.

His words are murmured, laced heavily with desire, and his fingers trace my entrance. "May I?"

I can barely nod, unable to speak. He brings his fingers up to his mouth, his eyes locked with mine. My heart leaps with excitement, mixed with the smallest bit of fear.

"Relax," he breathes against me, his lips, his tongue, on me. I lean back as he takes me into his mouth once again, my body thrumming with delight as he hums, his finger dipping back, circling. I tense with need as he teases me, the tip of a finger just barely pushing inside. My hands find his hair again, his name on my tongue, when he slips his finger further inside me, curling it as he pumps it with a pace that has me squirming beneath him, unable to move, as that burning need explodes through me, words spilling from me in an unintelligible jumbles as I come undone.

A moment later, he is leaning over me, his lips searching for mine. I can taste myself on his lips as I pull him to me, rolling us over so my leg is between his, trailing kisses along his jaw, nipping at the shell of his ear, smiling against his hair at the sound of his gasps and the feeling of him against my hip.

I make quick work of his pants, yanking them down and wrapping my hand around him as I come back to kiss him. I break away to stare at him as he breathes raggedly, his fingers digging into my biceps, his eyes closed. Watching him like this, needing and wanting because of me, seeing his chest rise and fall with pants as his lips form my name, sends desire sparking through me again.

I grin as he feels my arousal against him, his eyes fluttering open and trailing down my chest. He reaches for me, but I shake my head, dropping down and out of reach. "My turn," I whisper against his hip, the coarser hair trailing down between his legs tickling my cheek as I take him into my mouth.

His reaction is satisfying; his hands scrabble across the surface of the bed before one buries in my short hair, gently guiding me as I bob up and down his length. I can taste him, the tang of salt with a hint of sweet honey, as I take him deeper, my own erection throbbing as his nails scrape my scalp.

Just as I think he is about to come, he sits up, pushing on my shoulders. I lean back on my heels, confusion clouding my expression, licking my lips. His eyes squeeze shut, and he bites his lip, his cock jerking in my hand at the sight. "Come here," he all but growls, shifting back on the bed and pulling me with him.

I relish at the weight of him, the feel of his naked skin on mine, as he rolls me underneath him. His stubble scrapes my jaw as he places open-mouthed kisses on my neck, sucking on a tender spot at the crook. His knee nudges between my thighs, his hand slipping between us, palming me.

"Edward," I whimper, the smell of his hair and the feeling of him against me fracturing my thoughts.

His hot breath on my skin, the prickle of his stubble, distracts me. "Alec," he whispers against my shoulder, his teeth grazing my nipple as he sucks it into his mouth. "I want you."

His words zing through me and I thrust my hips up against him. I try to roll him over, to move down the length of his body, but he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head in one hand with his fading newborn strength.

I'm helpless beneath his intense gaze, his eyes lidded. "I want – I need –" His voice is thick with desire as he searches my face, hovering over me. "I want to be inside you." His thrust against me punctuates the words and the prospect sends my thoughts back into spiraling disarray. I try to reach for him, but he holds me fast, his hips trapping me to the bed.

"Yes," I pant, "please."

His lips are on mine once again, moving hungrily. His knee hikes up, nudging my legs open wider, and he trails his mouth down. I just catch sight of his pale fingers reaching down, slick with his venom, before his mouth is on me again. It is like pure bliss when is tongue traces along my length, his arms hiking my legs up over his shoulders before his hand returns, drifting back to my entrance, stretching me with steady strokes of first one, then two fingers.

I writhe beneath him, overwhelmed by the twin sensations of his fingers and his mouth, the gentle tickle of his hair on my thighs. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, when I think I'm going to tip over the edge again, he withdraws and leans over me, his burgundy eyes dark with need, his ruddy hair flopping over onto his forehead. I think he might cock that crooked grin at my desperation for him, but my thoughts only seem to deepen that intense want – need – for me.

When he enters me slowly, carefully, his name tumbles from my lips as I cry out. The feeling of him inside me, filling me up, drowns out the momentary pain, this new sensation of him empties my mind of anything other than him. The sight of his lower lip trapped between his teeth, the tension in his shoulders as he restrains himself, brings me to life beneath him and I pull his face to mine, rocking my hips against him, urging him deeper inside me with an all-consuming need.

We move as one, my gasps mingling with his as his thrusts become surer, my nails digging into his back. Edward's hand comes up to pinch my nipple, his teeth on my neck eliciting a sharp intake of breath from me. When I come again, I shudder and buck up into him, and his hips jerk against mine, his arms holding me to him as he moans my name, spilling inside me with heavy pants against my throat.

I still beneath him, but don't let go as he collapses against me, peppering my skin with kisses that make me tremble. As he slips out, I exhale at the inexplicable feeling of loss.

"You are incredible," he whispers against my skin, capturing my lips with his. My fingers find his silky hair as I kiss him back, our chests sticky with my release. I don't have words to express the buffeting emotions, but he can read the thoughts in my mind, his tongue moving along mine luxuriously.

We make love again and again, until the sun filters through his window, painting our naked bodies and casting the room with rainbows. I trace circles on the illuminated skin of his chest, glistening like thousands of diamonds. It sets fire to his hair, which glows like a red halo in the warm morning light. I feel his eyes on me as I lay next to him, absorbed by his beauty, elated at the thought that he is mine.

"Alec," he whispers, bringing my gaze up to his. His eyes gleam, the deep red of one striated iris caught in the light.

His fingers trail through my hair and I lean my face into his palm. "Yes, Edward?"

He seems to savor the sound of his name on my lips, the sunlight glittering on his eye lids, such pale lavender they almost appear translucent. "I never thought that we would be here – that I could come to enjoy what I am. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, Edward," I murmur back, shimmying closer to him, kissing his cheeks, his temple, running my lips down his neck. "I should be thanking you. My life was meaningless, empty, before you came me."

I pull back, searching his expression carefully, but I needn't have worried. That familiar crooked grin splits his face and he kisses me fiercely. Our teeth clack together and I laugh, unable to help myself as he whispers to me, "I love you too, Alec."

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