This one had to get out of my brain. I don't know if it's any good, so I may rely on you, my readers, to tell me.
Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine.
Disclaimer #2: Lemons in this fic.
Bella sat glassy eyed in class, not really listening in on the lesson.
Her mind was wandering a different alley entirely. She had once again been cheated of her nightly visitor. It was now more than a fortnight since he had been to visit her. In fact she actually did not know if he was even there or just a figment of her lucid dreams. It certainly felt real.
A shiver danced lightly down her spine as she tried to remember his last visit.
The dreams had been occurring ever since her return from Italy almost a year ago. In fact, she felt certain, she knew exactly when they had manifested. The second she had offered her hand to a certain dark haired vampire, so that he could try and see into her very soul.
Aro .
Her heart skipped a beat as his name reverberated through her mind. Oh, how he had fascinated her, captivated her mind, the moment she had stood so near to him, as he fruitlessly listened for her thoughts. She could still smell him, her mind easily recalling how his scent had enveloped her as he pulled her close.
His inability to read her, seemed to have confounded him deeply. But was it so deeply, that he would actually come visit her all the way from Europe? She frowned at the ridiculous notion.
Of course not. Don't be absurd.
A small smile lingered on her lips, as her body tingled with the idea of his touch.
Not that she minded the dreams, but she did feel a twinge of guilt from time to time. She had ended things with Edward when they got back. The long journey home from Italy had solidified the feeling that they could never work. They were still friends though.
She knew Edward could not read her mind, for which she was exceedingly thankful. But still, her conscience would rear its head from time to time. Especially when she woke up from such a dream. It would take her a while to remember that they were no longer together.
The thing was, her dark visitor would always leave her wanting more . He never actually made love to her, but oh, how she wished he would. In the beginning he had never even touched her. He had just been there, in the room with her. Then he would sit on the bed beside her, his fingers caressing her hand and arm gently. Things progressed slowly from that.
In her dreams, he would know of her desire. His dark, seductive chuckle would usually follow her through the day, as she went about her business.
She felt a nagging guilt for having such sordid desires, but she couldn't help it. The things he made her feel. She bit her lip, as her brain flooded with the images of his last visit.
He would always come in the night, after she had fallen asleep. His smell was usually the first warning, as it plumed around her sleeping frame. He would always ghost his fingers over her skin, skimming her jaw, whisper softly to her in Italian. As she would gaze up at him with heavy eyes, the dark shadows clinging to his even darker frame, he would tenderly place his lips on her brow, tracing her eyelids, crooning against her face.
Even if her mind was asleep, his touch woke her body as effectively as an electric shock to her system. She rolled onto her back, feeling him lean in over her, to reach her mouth.
His hands enclosed her face, as he captured her lips in a soft, gentle kiss, suckling her lower lips, extracting a soft moan, barely higher than a sigh from her.
"My sweet Isabella, are you awake?" He asked in a throaty whisper.
"I need you ,"
She needed him too. He was always very tender, slow and deliberate, gently arousing her from the deep and murky waters of sleep, her mind becoming entangled with his presence, his intoxicating scent muddling her brain even more than the sleep had done. His lips trailed feather light kisses on her skin, leaving a cold sting behind. As she became more and more aroused, her blood would race through her veins.
Eventually, he would drag the duvet off her slightly shivering frame, his hands roaming her body, his lips following suit, kissing, licking and nibbling at every inch of skin he exposed. He would suck gently, drawing the blood close to the surface beneath the skin, crooning in satisfaction.
Finally he was between her legs, slowly removing her bottoms, then his fingers ghosting her already damp folds, making her hips writhe in expectation as he kissed her inner thighs wetly. By this point she was desperate for his touch, and he would slowly drive her mad with his lips, tongue and sometimes teeth, until she finally came apart, exploding forcefully against his mouth, his soft encouragements drifting through the darkness.
It was at those times she felt certain he was real. But then, come morning, and she was no longer quite so sure. Her body had certainly experienced the release, she would always find the sticky traces of her nightly pleasures in her underwear.
Once he had her coming apart, it would seem to spur him on, and he would usually coax her to several more orgasms, before he would slowly crawl up her quivering body, placing his pelvis between her legs. She could feel his need for her, his erection straining against the confines of his clothes. However he would never undress. He would lay between her legs, gently pushing his hard manhood against her pulsating core, his lips at her throat, kissing and nibbling gently. His soft, dark hair would sometimes fall across her face, his sweet smell filling her nostrils, making her mind fizz and bubble with the current of her body's visceral reaction to him.
She felt him lick her throat sensuously, tilting her chin to the side. He felt her impending climax, and he growled softly, urging her on with the gentle thrusts of his hips.
As she came once again, he would tenderly drink from her, his teeth sinking into her trembling flesh. The pain would never come, as he passionately held her close, tasting her very essence as the waves of her release still swept through her, her pelvis rolling and shuddering against him. Finally having his fill, he would close the wound by licking it slowly. Then he would dress her, taking painful care to make sure she was okay, holding her close until she drifted off.
In the morning he would be gone. It would be as if nothing had happened.
She snorted softly. He would simply never penetrate her, not with his fingers or, well, other things, and she felt frustrated beyond belief. In her dark room, while he pleasured her, she would often murmur a plea for him to fuck her. He always resisted, though his passion would become even more evident, his movements a fraction less controlled.
A part of her felt ashamed, that she wanted him so desperately. He was after all a ruthless vampire king. However, she could never quite forget how he had treated her with nothing but utmost politeness, even respect. Her opinions seemed to resonate with him, his crimson eyes gazing intently upon her as she spoke, lingering a moment on her lips. Recalling how his fingers had ghosted her cheek and jaw for the briefest of moments, she nearly shivered again. As he had said goodbye to her, he had left an open-mouthed kiss on her knuckles, the inside of his lips, just grazing her skin ever so slightly.
Bella sighed softly. Her daydreaming had left her insides yearning for him now more than ever. She had often tried to stay awake, waiting for him, hoping to confirm the solidity of his visits, but she never quite could keep herself from nodding off. She supposed it would be forever a mystery.
How she had become so obsessed with him, she could not quite fathom. It had become even more pronounced as the days went by and he didn't return to her. She needed him now, her body had become addicted to his touch. The fact that he was biting her as well, never really bothered her much. She knew of his nature, but she saw it with a sort of detached appreciation, seeing only the man beneath instead.
As the months went by, she needed less and less encouragement from him, her body was so ready, she would take less and less to fall apart at his touch. It would be seconds from he woke her till she was teetering on that desired edge. Now he seemed to gain delight in keeping her there for as long as possible, before he would finally relent, allowing her to surrender to the achingly sweet releases he bestowed upon her.
Even though she was perched on a stool in the classroom, she couldn't quite stop her hips from bucking ever so slightly, her walls clenching several times as her mind flooded with images of his visits.
She sighed deeply again.
Her brain had better soon conjure up another of these dreams. Her sexual frustration was building to hitherto unseen proportions. She needed him to touch her.
If only she could find a way to see him again.
Let me know if I should continue this one.
I know, I should finish my other fanfics as well. I will get there, slowly. A lot of stuff is happening in my private life, I hope and pray for your patience. Thank you for understanding.
Pleasee let me know what you think so far! Thank you!
-Pancakes
