So…here we are. The comeback of Nyddi and her fics. As stated before, I'm going to try and come back onto this site. Let's see how it works out. I'm doing this because, sadly, most followers of Fanfic don't want to leave this site until there's no choice. And seeing as I can repost whenever I want...LOL. There's still a choice.

Not really.

Fuck the prudes.

Just staying.

Now, I will try to post 1-2 times/ week when it comes to the 'old' chapters. I am also working hard to finish #GEN and #BPP new chapters. I also have a new story coming out soon (#SSPT) and a short erotica story that will be published via Kindle. So yeah, the prudes can get in the way but I just plan on stepping on their foreheads as I continue on my way :p

I love all of you so hard. Thank you for the support you've given me and for following me wherever I go. Onward we go…


Chapter 1

Explosively Wet Encounters


****BPOV

"Isabella."

I froze at the sound of that name. Every muscle tensed; every fiber of my being was suddenly so aware.

Please God, please no, please not now...

My hand was shaking violently as I lowered my glass. The red wine inside sloshed around as I placed it clumsily on the table. I stared into the burgundy depths, found myself lost in the sudden memories it stirred.

The music and laughter around me faded away to nothing as I was transported back to another time, years ago when my life had been so happy.

So full of promise and possibilities.

You don't feel that way anymore, Bella. You don't. You're no longer...

So full of him.

Fuck. Maybe I was.

Shit.

"Isabella! You've been drinking!"

I giggled, the room spinning even as his gorgeous face remained glaringly focused.

"Yup! And I'm not sorry, either!"

His hand shot out to grab mine.

His sexy, long fingered, strong hand with its amazingly soft skin that was now touching my own.

I was too drunk to hold back the whimper that left me when I felt the heat of his touch.

He must have felt it, too, because he froze for a moment, his eyes locked on where his fingers were wrapped around my wrist.

I bit my lip at the intense look in his pretty eyes, watched with wide eyed amazement as they fell to my feet and then slowly made their way up my body.

I shuddered, his stare feeling like a molten hot caress on my flesh.

When his eyes finally met mine, I stared right back boldly, aware that my teeth still had their death grip on my bottom lip.

"What are you wearing?" The whispered words hissed out from between clenched teeth, sounding dangerous and tempting to my drunken ears.

"A dress. Which I bought with your money. Do you like?" I asked raising an eyebrow defiantly at the Adonis before me, the words coming out a little strange since I was still eating my own flesh.
I took the chance to give him a look over of my own, my teeth finally let go of my bottom lip as my mouth fell open.

Oh my God...what was he wearing?

Almost nothing, that's what. I must have woken him up because he stood before me in nothing but black sleeping pants.

That chest, dear merciful Lord, those abs...

I don't know how I was holding back from drooling but I whimpered again, my thighs tensing and clenching shut as everything inside me began to throb.

His eyes widened, his own mouth falling open slightly and I swore to Lucifer that he could have my soul right then, right there, if I could only have once chance to bite down on that luscious, full, masculine, most likely orgasm inducing bottom li...

"Bella," he growled, his green eyes burning with that unidentifiable emotion again.

"Edward," I growled back playfully, too immersed in my alcohol daze to care about anything but the heat he caused in me.

"You're too young to be drinking," he scolded, his other hand reaching up to snatch the wine glass out of my hand.

Still, he didn't release his hold on my wrist.

"I don't care! I was having soooo much fun!" I giggled, rolling my eyes at him 'cause he was so silly.

Of course I knew I was too young to drink! I knew that the moment I decided to raid his wine stash.

Did it stop me?

Ob-vious-ly not.

"And," he continued, as if he hadn't heard me. "You are most definitely too young to be wearing something like that."

"Pfftt," I scoffed, waving my free hand dismissively at the hilarious man in front of me. "Obviously I'm not since they make it in my size, silly."

"Isabella," Edward groaned, his hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, his perfect brow drawing together.

I wanted to BITE it.

I must have taken a step in his direction, I think my mouth was already hanging open and ready to latch on, 'cause he jerked back hastily trying to put space between us.

Foolish man. Did he really think I was going to let him?

"Isabella, what on Earth are you doing?" he asked, his voice slightly panicked, as he backed up from me, one step at a time.

But for every step he took I took two more towards him.

His back eventually hit the wall and he stared with wide eyes as I got closer.

"Isabella, stop."

"Edward, I'm kind of sick and tired of being bossed around by you," I said as I came to a stop so, so close to his drool worthy physique.

"Bella, you're drunk. You have no idea what you're doi..."

His words trailed off on a gasp as I reached up and very slowly traced his wonderful, glorious, thank-you-God-for-them abs with my index finger.

"Mmmm," I shamelessly purred, my index finger being replaced by my entire hand.

I watched in fascination as his abs convulsed, looked up to see his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his teeth bared in a grimace, his powerful neck tight with tension.

A gush of liquid heat left me, forcing me to clench my thighs together desperately.

"It's your fault I was drinking, you know," I whispered, emboldened by his reaction as I took a step closer to him.

I could feel the heat coming off of him like Mount Vesuvius about to erupt.

I wanted to rip my damned dress off, throw myself spread legged on the couch, and be Pompeii for all I was fucking worth.

His beautiful gray-green eyes snapped open, the fire in them a thousand times more powerful than the heat coming off his body.

"Me?" Edward asked.

More like gasped really, because I was suddenly pressing myself against him.

I could feel every hard ridge of his body, and I do mean Every. Hard. Ridge.

"Oh God," I groaned feeling the large and throbbing object between us pulsating against my abdomen.

The sudden urge to drop to my knees and pay homage to my new God like a good little religious girl was overwhelming.

Hey, I might've been a virgin but I knew about sex.

PornHub is hot!

"Bella," Edward said sternly.

I think he knew in that moment what I was thinking of doing because his hands shot up to tightly grip my waist.

His large hands; hands that I was absolutely obsessed with, were now holding my much smaller waist...

"Edward," I gasped brokenly, my own hands shooting up to hold onto his shoulders for dear life.
He groaned, the sound like a freaking match to my gasoline soaked uterus, his hands tightening around me...bringing me closer...

"Edward," I whimpered, two seconds away from begging him desperately to please just have his way with me already!

"Bella," Edward said, his voice dropping to a sexual timbre, his hips seeming to push into me of their own volition.

"You're evil," I whimpered.

His eyebrows shot straight into his hair line. "I'm evil?"

I nodded, pressing forward and rotating my hips against that part of his body that had completely taken hold of my sanity although I hadn't even seen it...

Yet.

"You left. Left me here. Went with her," I growled the last part, my fury from earlier reawakening within my inebriated system.

Just thinking about that bitch was enough to twist the back of my mind painfully. I had no idea what she would lead to, what she would eventually cause, and already her mere existence filled me with irrational hate.

Edward's jaw clenched and unclenched repeatedly as he stared at me silently.

I leaned forward and boldly ran my tongue across the twitching muscle.

I whimpered at the deep growl that vibrated throughout his rib cage.

"Beautiful, stop. You're too young. We can't do this," his voice pleaded, but his eyes gave him away, they were devouring me.

His words were telling me to stop, but the way his hands pulled me closer told me differently.
"It doesn't stop me from wanting you," I whispered passionately.

His luscious tongue slithered out to lick his lips.

I moaned like a bitch in heat.

"It doesn't stop me from wanting you, either," Edward groaned his eyes dropping hungrily to my mouth.

And in that moment I knew he was two seconds away from giving in.

"Isabella."

I jerked, my mind slamming back to the present, my heart hammering and pumping blood hotly through my veins.

I swallowed and the saliva got stuck in my throat, it refused to move past the rock sized lump in there. I knew that if anyone were to look my way they would see how wide my eyes were, how fast my chest was moving; they would see the tears that were suddenly trying to escape my unblinking eyes.

Heat crawled up the nerves in my back making the hairs stand on end.

A heat so familiar.

A heat so missed.

"Isabella, look at me," that voice commanded, stroking the syllables of my name and warping it into something exotic.

Something desired.

I closed my eyes, my fists clenching, teeth grinding as I tried to control the whirlwind of emotion his voice awoke in me.

How did I turn to look at him if his voice alone was doing this to me?

It's been almost four years. Almost four years and an insufferable amount of pain, damn it. How did he still have this effect on me?

I gasped when the heat of his body slammed into my back alerting me to the fact that he was now standing mere inches away from me.

"Isabella. Bella, it's been so long. Won't you at least turn and look at me?"

He didn't have the right to ask me that. He didn't. He'd chosen her over me, what gave him the right to ask that of me?

My eyes shot open again. I felt my hair being gently moved aside, then the heat of his breath was fanning out across my neck.

God help me, he was sniffing me.

I barely managed to hold back the groan that threatened to rip out of my throat.

"Mmmm...you still smell so fucking good," he growled into my ear.

Sensation, pure lightning bolts of sensation, shot from the sensitive shell of my ear and straight between my legs.

Just like that most of the liquids in my body had magically ended up in my underwear.

Those words...those words were suddenly dragging me away from the present again.
Another memory was flashing before my mind's eye, one that I had tried so many times to erase.

A memory that would only serve to further weaken me against the onslaught of his presence.

"Baby, you smell so good down here. Just like I imagined."

"Oh...oh GOD, Edward!"

I looked down at where he was leaning between my spread legs. His fingers were lost inside me, his eyes frozen right on the spot.

Seeing his beautiful face there sent another bolt of pleasure straight to my groin.

"Edward!"

His eyes shot up to meet mine, his tongue wetting his lips.

"You're so wet for me, Bella. I knew you'd be. So good. So fucking good," he murmured his voice causing my clit to swell impossibly beneath his expert fingers.

"I want to taste it, Baby. It smells too good. Tell me I can," Edward pleaded, his face contorting with hunger.

I moaned deep in my throat. My legs spread open even further; my hips arching off the bed in offering.

I thought the invitation was obvious, at this point. But apparently, it wasn't.

"Say it. Say it, baby," he growled, his fingers speeding up.

Holy fucking shit.

I was clawing at the covers at this point; my body arching drastically off the bed.

"Say it!" he demanded, his voice loud and gruff.

Oh, you infuriating man! I would if I could fucking speak!

The words were stuck in my throat, my heart beating too violently to let anything but small puffs of air out of my windpipe.

"I...Edward...ungh!"

"You like that beautiful? Imagine if I licked you. I want to, baby, please say it."

"Pl...please. Edward...GOD..."

A feral growl left him, a sound almost inhuman, and I watched in utter fascination as his lips lowered towards me.

He pressed those gorgeous gifts-from-God against me lightly, the plumpness of his bottom lip teasing at my sensitive flesh.

Another garbled inhuman sound was ripped out of me.

He pressed his nose against my clit, inhaling my scent. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed heavily.

Those pretty eyes were looking at me again, taking in the mess that he had turned me into.
"Bella, look at me. Don't you dare look away. I don't give a fuck how good it feels don't close your eyes. I want you to see me, baby. I want you see how much I love this sweet little pussy."

Oh dear Lord in heaven; Lucifer in your wonderful hell; Moses, Allah and any other fucking gods or demons out there!

"Please," I literally sobbed, everything strung tight and just waiting for him to give that final stroke.

Edward stared between my eyes, my breast, and my pussy, the look on his face vicious.
He fucking snapped his teeth at me!

I was gonna come. I was gonna come. Help me God, I was gonna fucking...

And then his tongue was invading me, licking me, consuming me.

The sounds leaving me were definitely not normal.

The sounds leaving him made him sound like a wild mountain lion.

It should have been a fight to keep my eyes open with all I was feeling but my eyes did not dare look away.

Seeing Edward with his mouth open and his tongue sliding out to lick my clit was the most heavenly experience of my life.

I wanted to keep him there. Forever.

"Baby! Oh fuck. Oh please," I moaned incoherently, my hands latching onto that sex hair of his and pulling, pushing, tugging, pressing him closer to me.

Edward moaned, the vibrations shooting straight into my very being.

His eyes were open, he was watching me watch him lick me.

It was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

Did I say Pornhub was hot?

My mistake.

This was the Holy Grail of hotness.

"I'm...I'm so close," I whimpered, licking my own lips as he licked me.

Suddenly Edward reached forward and I could only cry out as he slipped one long and oh so perfect finger inside me.

His other hand shot up, the expert fingers circling my tight nipple.

I was in full blown sensation overload.

I writhed on the bed shamelessly letting him take whatever he wanted.

Giving him all I could.

So ready to just give him everything and anything he desired.

"So good," he moaned against me, his tongue lapping at every bit of liquid that left me. "You taste so good. Baby, you like that?"

I nodded my head, my hips moving frantically against his face.

A face that I must admit I had wanted to fuck, just like this, for what seemed like forever.
Getting to do it was so much better than my fantasies.

"Ungh...Uh, uh, Baby, yes! Oh God! Edward, yes. I love it. I fucking love it. Baby, please, please!" I very nearly screamed right there.

All I needed was for him to push me over the edge.

"You like that? You like when I eat your tight little pussy? You like when I fuck it?" he asked, that sex voice caressing him just as much as his fingers and tongue were.

And that's all it took.

With a keening cry I arched off the bed, my vision turning white, my body convulsing as if electrocuted.

Edward moaned and sucked harder on my clit, drinking me up as I gushed into his mouth.

"You're remembering, aren't you?"

That whispered and so full of fucking conceit question snapped me instantly out of it.

I felt my face heat up, whether from embarrassment or sheer arousal I didn't know nor did I dare try to contemplate it.

Seething, shaking, furious beyond belief, I jerked my hair out of his hands and turned to glare at him.

Our eyes clashed.

His eyes smoldered.

Time fucking stopped.

Dear lord, the man I remembered had been a boy compared to what was standing before me now.

A man stood before me, a man ten times more beautiful than the one I remembered.

A man ten times more smoldering than my dreams had recalled.

His tongue wet his lips, those eyes dropping to caress every inch of my body.

My nipples -obviously not mine really more like his 'cause all they did was bow to his will- hardened.

Every bit of my consciousness zeroed in on the hard peaks, on how they strained towards him and ached for his touch, on how they were rubbing against the soft fabric of my dress.

His eyes dropped down to my chest; widened and threatened to scorch my very being as they froze right there.

He could see them. I knew he could see them through my dress.

That tongue peaked out again.

The teeth followed latching onto that bottom lip from hell.

"Bella," he growled quietly taking a step towards me.

What are you doing, idiot? Move back. Move back now!

Oh...oh God...he smells even better than I remembered.

Eep! No! Shut up! Bad, Bella, Bad!

My lips parted on an exhale. I forced my weak legs to take a step back away from him.

I wondered if anyone at this fucking ball was even noticing my current predicament.

God, I hoped not.

The sounds of the party continued to drift around us as he forced me backwards.

The irony was not lost on me. This time he was the one doing the stalking.

And all I could do was feebly back away.

You're pathetic, Swan! Pa-the-tic!

I know!

I barely held in a whine, rage and lust tangling inside me...

Heartbreak, my now closest friend, was always there.

Had been for years now.

And it was all his fucking fault.

"Edward," I growled in warning, fresh rage fueling me.

His teeth sunk deeper into his bottom lip, his eyes flashing in my direction.

Still he continued to walk towards me.

And I? I was suddenly sick and tired of backing away. I had no reason to. He wasn't allowed near me. He had made sure of that.

"Stop," I said from behind clenched teeth, standing my ground, chin held high.

Something flashed in his eyes, something behind the lust. For a second it looked so familiar, so much like the emotion that had permeated my being for years.

Was that sadness? Was that heartbreak?

No, it couldn't be. Why would he be heartbroken? What on Earth did he have to be fucking sad about? He was the one that had sent me away!

"Bella...I...you hate me, don't you?" he finally asked, his shoulders slumping and his mouth taking on a pout that sent everything inside me into full-blown-hormone-panic-mode.

My mouth fell open, my brain scrambled to properly compute his question, but the way his bottom lip stuck out and the sad, lost look in his eyes was fucking with my circuitry.

"I..." he continued, completely ignoring my imminent shut down."I wanted to come see you for your graduation. Congratulate you. And of course, Alice, too."

Oh yeah, Alice. Where was his good for nothing sister when one needed her?

As a matter of fact, where the fuck was Rose?

They could save me from this! They could be here to buffer the tidal wave of sexual hotness this man was bombarding me with!

Yeah right, my mind scoffed, shaking its head, somehow separate from my own, disdainfully. Alice will probably fling you at him before you catch on to what's happening.

Good point.

On second thought, God, if you still love me at all you will keep her away from here until I can escape! But send Rose. Rose I need!

Amen.

"And I...God, I couldn't stay away any longer. I needed to see you," Edward whispered, closing the distance between us and grabbing my left hand.

I jerked at the sensation. Exhaled shakily at the look on his face.

His thumb started rubbing slow circles on my wrist. "Bella," he said his eyes frozen on my lips, his body stepping even closer to my own.

"Edward...stop," I said again, for nothing really 'cause I couldn't bring my body to move away from him.

"I missed you, Beautiful. So much," he murmured, his other hand coming up to cup my cheek.
My consciousness was now standing on a pedestal, in full blown General-Commander battle gear (whip included), yelling and barking commands to all the lower life forms called hormones around it, forcing them to throw up every last bit of defense to stop me from melting into a puddle of nothing at this man's feet.

"Liar," I managed to gasp, every hair on my body standing on end from his touch.

A mirthless chuckle left him, the sound so full of self-loathing that I was momentarily confused.
His eyes locked with mine again and what I saw there broke my heart.

"Why? You...you sent me away," I whispered, managing to put some distance between me and the temptation to do wrong.

According to the Bible at least.

And the fact that there's someone else. On both ends. Forgot that point, haven't you?

Horrible of me, but I couldn't deny that a part of me was actively trying to.

"I know. I know," Edward whispered back and he looked so lost.

So broken.

I'd never seen him that way. He had always been so powerful, mostly in control, so self-assured.
"Bella, I..." he said, lifting his head and locking eyes with me again. "Please...just dance with me? Just one dance."

I stared down at his outstretched hand, swallowing nervously as I debated it.

Are you seriously thinking about doing this?

Yes. Yes I was.

"One dance, Beautiful. For old time's sake," Edward said, unleashing the full force of his smirk on me.

My lips twitched as I barely held back a smirk of my own.

"Old time's sake?" I asked with one eyebrow raised ruefully.

He nodded his head, looking so adorable and fuckable at the same time, and his smirk blossomed into a full blown smile.

My knees quivered, almost forgetting their main purpose of holding me up.

Damn it.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea," I said, still eyeing the hand in front me warily.

"Bella...we had the best of times when we did things that weren't considered to be 'good ideas', remember?"

Fuck you, Edward Cullen, 'cause you know damn well I do.

"One dance?" I asked.

He nodded his head again.

My eyes shot up and with laser beam precision zoned in on his hair.

"One dance," he said, his voice all sorts of honey, sugar, and sinful promises. "One dance, and if after that you still can't stand the sight of me I will do my best to stay out of your way."

My eyebrow shot up higher and this time nothing could stop the smirk on my face. "Do your best?"

"I make no promises."

I giggled at that, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of my current predicament.

My hand reached out before I had even fully made up my mind and a shiver ran through us both when our skin connected once more.

"One dance. But that doesn't mean you're forgiven."

"I know," he whispered, pulling me closer and staring at me with those panty-dropping eyes. "I don't deserve your forgiveness. But woman, I'll be damned if I don't want it."

I swallowed as he led me onto the dance floor, unable to respond to his comment.

His hand slid around my waist, the way it clutched me to him almost desperate.

I marveled at the power coming off him.

And as we started dancing, his body moving slowly against my own, I wondered for the first time if it was even possible for me to forgive him.

If I even wanted to.

If I could possibly stop myself from doing so even though there was no way I could give into him again.

No way.

You keep telling yourself that.


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