FIFTEEN

Unlike Edward, Carlisle did not just sparkle; he glowed. It was like every single diamond of his skin radiated its own bright light and made him shine like a god. His citrine eyes and brilliant blond hair gleamed as brightly as the rest of him, and I wanted nothing more than to make slow passionate love to this beautiful being.

I approached him slowly and let my eyes adjust to the near-blinding gleam that he gave off. As soon as I was in reaching distance, I stretched my hand out to touch his shining cheek and stroked my fingers down his jaw to his chin. I moved closer and traced his lips with a single fingertip. When he growled slightly, I smiled and gazed up into his glittering eyes. Tugging on his shirt, I asked softly, "May I remove this?"

"As much as you are mine, m'uzzola, I am equally as yours. Do what pleases you, m'Isabella," he whispered passionately.

I wasted no time in removing the pale shirt and dropped it unceremoniously to the ground. I stared unabashedly at his gorgeous chest and watched the way his marbled muscles glimmered in the sunlight. Slowly, I walked around and studied his exquisite sparkling body from every angle, reaching out to run my hands on those broad gleaming shoulders. He was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, and my eyes welled up with tears of love and adoration as I moved to stand in front of him. I reached up with both of my hands and cupped his face tenderly before standing on tiptoes and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "If you have truly accepted your immortality," I murmured heavily, my voice soaked with the aching love I felt, "then never again let me hear you doubt your goodness. You, Carlisle Cullen, are truly an angel from heaven. No one as beautiful as you could be anything less than God-sent."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a passionate kiss, holding me steady when my knees went weak beneath me. When I tried to press farther with the kiss, he griped my hair in his fist and yanked my head back, growling his amusement in my ear. "You, mia passerotta, are going to be a challenge, aren't you?" He chuckled when I nodded stubbornly. "Soon you will learn, pet, that you are mine in every sense of the word, that I own you. You, mia streghetta, are going to be a delight to tame."

He bowed his head and licked the side of my neck. "In fact," he purred softly, "I do believe your first lesson is in order, dolce tentatrice." When he suddenly slipped a heavy strip of silk around my eyes, I started to feel panic building within me, and he suddenly calmed me with his purr growing louder. "Trust me, m'Isabella. You know that I will never let harm come to you, that I would die before hurting you. Trust me, Bella."

I nodded and felt him scoop me into his arms, the wind suddenly whipping my hair around me wildly as he raced through the woods. I felt him slide me down his body slowly and hold me tightly as my feet touched the ground. He waited till I was steady before I was released. I shivered as the cool air hit my body as he undressed me and removed the tampon from my body. When I was completely naked before him, I felt his chilly breath in my ear.

"I want you to answer me truthfully, Isabella," he said with a hint of worry. "Are you ready for this? If you will be uncomfortable then do not say yes."

"I know you won't hurt me," I said, smiling when he growled because I had not actually answered him. If I were to be honest, I was a bit nervous. While I had given my mate a general idea of my thoughts, I had not said anything specific, and whatever he was planning was entirely from his own mind. "Yes."

"Molto buono," he cooed. "I am going to bind you, mia passerotta, but you need not fear that any harm will come to you. If you become too uncomfortable, let me know immediately. I do not wish you to be in pain."

I felt my face start burning like fire as I was pressed backward against the smooth bark of a tree and hissed when cold rope was slipped around my wrists. I trembled with expectation when my arms were suddenly stretched above me, my body pulled up onto my tiptoes. I knew that suspension was not the most common form of restraint used during his time, but I also knew that this would allow for more mobility, allowing him to do far more to and with my body than had he tied me directly to the tree. Just the thought of the things that he could do to me with me in this position had my body humming in anticipation.

I listened carefully to the sounds around me and tried to locate my mate, which I knew would be impossible if he did not want me to hear him. And apparently he did not, because I could not hear his footsteps or his breathing. I tried not to fidget as I strained to hear where he might be and it took all the inner strength I had not to call out to him.

"Mistress Swan," he began coolly, in an accent much thicker than his own, causing me to shiver in response. "Alarming discoveries hast only of late been made public of thy furtive deeds. Thou hast been brought here today to be tried of the crime of witchcraft. Hath thou anything to say in thy defense?"

Though unable to mimic his accent, I was quite pleased when I was able to effectively negate my own to speak in a completely neutral accent. "I know not of the deeds of which thou speak, Reverend—" I held back a smirk when he hissed softly— "and am innocent of any crime." I shifted on my tiptoes as the ache between my thighs grew as my imagination ran wild.

"There hast been testimonies brought against thee, Mistress Swan," he continued firmly, his voice moving around me as he paced, "and witnesses to thy dark deeds. Thou hast been seen possessed of angry spirits—" I wanted to argue that it wasn't just anger that possessed me when dealing with Jessica, but now was certainly not the time— "and hast been observed using witchcraft to charm the minds of God-fearing men, who wouldst only fall from the grace of God under the influence of dark magic. And there hast been claims that thou hast taken to thy bed the devil himself." Oh, well now that is a fascinating turn of phrase. We could have a lot of fun with that in the future. "What hast thou to say for thyself?" When I said nothing, he growled slightly, which I found rather ironic, given the circumstances. "Speak, woman!" I pursed my lips and remained absolutely silent, jumping slightly when his voice breathed into my ear, "Speak, witch, or else thou wilt force my hand." After a few moments of silence, he snarled, "Then thou doth leave me no choice."

I cried out as two cold fingers were suddenly thrust into my aching heat, my blood making the penetration much easier and far more erotic. There was absolutely nothing gentle about the way he worked me with his hand; it was hard and frantic, and I squirmed on tip-toes trying to get closer to him. He added a third finger and thrust so hard that it bordered that thin line between pleasure and pain. He ran his cold thumb over my clit, causing me to moan as ecstasy coursed through me. "Confess thy sins, woman, and beg God for mercy upon thy soul."

Holy shit! My pussy clamped tightly around his hand and I tugged furiously at the ropes binding my wrists as my orgasm approached, but suddenly his hand was gone and my feverish body was painfully empty. I could feel tears of frustration pooling in the corners of my eyes. "No," I whimpered pitifully at the loss. My body was burning for him, desperate to come for him and him alone.

"Thou wilt not confess?"

I knew that if I opened my mouth to speak again, the only thing that I would end up doing would be begging him to take me. I bit down hard on my lip, surprised that the skin did not break open and bleed.

"Witch," he hissed in my ear, sending delighted shivers down my spine, "confess thy evil deeds and be forgiven."

I shook my head viciously and immediately wondered if I had made the right decision when I felt the rope slacken, allowing me back onto my feet. Tension rolled through me as I questioned whether or not my refusal had disappointed him. That thought was instantly ripped from my mind when I felt myself being pulled none-too-gently forward and forced over a low hanging branch. Well, this is certainly interesting. I felt my legs being spread wide, a bar or branch being placed between my ankles and tied in place to keep them apart, and my body was bent completely over the low branch, the rope being pulled tautly between my legs — I could only presume that it was being tied to the bar that was holding me so wide open to him.

"I wilt ask thee one more time, Mistress Swan," he all but purred in my ear, "wilt thou not confess thy sinful deeds and be purged of thy wickedness?"

"I will not."

I felt him push my hair away from my ear and groaned softly when he murmured in my ear, "May God show mercy on thy soul."

He mounted me so fast and so hard that I yelped in surprise, pain, and the most exquisite pleasure. He gripped my hips to keep me balanced as he thrust deeply into my clenching heat, pounding into me faster than I had ever felt. I cried out as he pumped furiously in and out of my aching wet body, over and over and over, until I was trembling from the overwhelming pleasure and desire. I could feel myself coming closer and closer to the edge and just as I reached the precipice, I felt my head yanked backwards, his hand twisted tightly in the damp waves of my hair.

"Wilt thou confess, Isabella Swan?" he growled into my ear. "Art thou a witch?"

So close."Yes!" I hissed out, feeling him thrust deeper and more erratically. "Sweet God, yes" !I felt him explode inside me, jet after jet of his cold cum filling me completely, and spasmed around his pulsing cock as I fell over the peak of my desire, screaming his name as my orgasm shook my body.

It was only when my body had stopped shivering from the aftermath of our mating that he untied me, forcing me to remain in my position when I attempted to stand too quickly. Leaning over me, he nuzzled my ear, purring contentedly. "Easy, cara mia. That was not the most comfortable of positions, and your muscles are not used to having such force placed on them. Move too quickly and it will hurt." With tender hands, he helped ease me up and gave me a moment to regain my balancing, untying the blindfold as he did so.

I opened my eyes and immediately shut them again. "Bright," I murmured as his brilliant glow nearly blinded me. I curled my lips into a smirk as he began dressing me, finding it rather amusing that he had played that entire scenario in the sunlight, and I voiced my opinion as he scooped me into his arms, cradling me tightly against his chest.

"I thought you might enjoy the irony."

I buried my face in his neck, sighing contentedly as his purr grew in volume. "Carlisle… Thank you," I whispered.

"Believe me, m'uzzola," he cooed, "it was entirely my pleasure."

I did not doubt that at all.

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Before, I would have sworn there was no possible way I could face my mate after such an intense and passionate display. I would have thought that I would felt awkward and embarrassed, but to my surprise, I felt at complete ease as he carried me through the woods and into the house at human speed. I was comfortable as he accompanied me into the shower and washed my hair and body with the utmost reverence and care. There was nothing but peace and love as he laid me gently on the bed and massaged my arms, my neck, my back, my legs and finally my feet, easing away the small knots that had been made from being stretched and bound in the forest.

We had spent a couple of hours simply relaxing under the covers, cuddling and touching and kissing, but no love making. After what had occurred in the woods, I realized that this was a bonding experience for us, the gentle caresses and glances allowing our souls to communicate for us. It was a beautiful time. It felt right.

To my astonishment, my mate was willing to share my presence with his family after our time in bed. I would have thought that with the combined powerful encounters of erotic mating and tender loving that he would have been less inclined to let me out of his room and into the presence of other predators, but to my surprise, it was Carlisle that suggested we go downstairs. I was proud of the progress he was making at balancing his instincts and control and I told him as much, kissing his cheek when his eyes lit up happily.

Since we had never stayed out long enough to enjoy lunch, I found myself munching on the most delicious meatball sandwich that Rosalie made, thoroughly impressed with her skill in a kitchen. The toasted sandwich had just the perfect blend of marinara and cheese, with a tiny sprinkle of onions and bell peppers. It was absolutely divine.

Because the sun had disappeared by the almost-always present clouds of Forks, Esme had returned, changing quickly and joining the family in watching a movie. She seemed in an incredibly pleasant mood, and Carlisle sent me a text stating that she had obviously been adding her own little touches to my father's home. I had bit back a groan, wondering just what she had done and how Charlie would take it. When I texted back, inquiring if he was serious about her seeming renovation-oriented OCD, he simply had put: YES.

By the time we were ready to leave, Carlisle had vanished, stating that he had some last minute business to attend to. It was only when the family, minus my mate, was gathered in the garage that I began to worry about his absence. Rosalie and Emmett had already left with Esme, and Jasper was waiting for Alice, who was smiling brightly and pointing at the door that led to the back part of the garage, which I knew Rosalie used to constantly work on her beloved cars. "We'll see you at the meeting line!" the pixie chirped before disappearing.

I turned my gaze to the steel door and knew that whatever was on the other side was something that would probably shock the hell out of me. I did not like surprises, but knowing this, Carlisle would not do something unless he truly thought the reward would be worth it. I pushed open the door and practically staggered at the site. Both man and machine were utterly stunning.

Leaning against the limited edition bike was Carlisle Cullen, looking absolutely breath-taking-heart-stopping-panty-wetting gorgeous in tight faded jeans, a form-fitting tee-shirt, and that scrumptious leather jacket, which stretched in the most mouth-watering way over his broad shoulders. My eyes caressed his body in the most lustful way, taking in the way the jeans made his long legs look even longer and entirely delicious; I paid close attention to his powerful thighs and, from my angle, the higher up my gaze went, the less those jeans hid. Not that I was complaining. The white tee-shirt did wonders at showing of the breadth of his gorgeous chest, and I could not help but appreciate the fact that it was untucked. I wondered if I could get him to stretch and show off those luscious abs. And sweet fucking God above — that jacket. The leather jacket that I had teased him with was now driving me practically out of my mind, tormenting me with the way it hugged his form beautifully. I just wanted to grab that jacket in my fists, drag him into a steamy kiss, and beg him to bend me over that bike and fuck me senseless.

I forced the lump in my throat and raked my eyes over the bike, feeling my lips quirk. "A Harley Davidson 100th Anniversary V-Rod." I slowly sauntered forward, praying that I did not trip and fall. I began to smirk, running my hands over the metal when I was within reach. "I never saw you as the hog type, Carlisle."

A wicked grin spread over his face. "The collectibles are a secret passion of mine."

He then pointed a few bikes over and I felt my mouth fall open, snapping it shut almost immediately. "Of course, you would own one of the only one-fifty produced."

He reached out and yanked me into his arms, burying his face in my neck and licking over my pounding pulse. "What can I say, deliziosa dolce vina. I have an affinity for rare delights." He purred as he lapped at his mark, whispering against my flesh, "Tua sangue è divina, m'Isabella…"

I slipped out of his grasp and he glared at me, obviously displeased, but I only smiled as I slowly knelt down in front of him. When his dark eyes went wide, I just smirked and began undoing his jeans, pleased at his harsh intake of breath. "Do you know how long I've wonder about how you taste?"

His hips instantly thrust forward as he braced himself against the sleek machine, and I used this to my advantage, slipping his cool hardness from the confines of his jeans and gripping the base of his thick cock as best I could, my fingers straining to touch. I smiled up at him then lowered my mouth to his tip, gently blowing a warm breath over his flesh and feeling immense pride well up inside me when he hissed. I watched his head snap back as he tried to keep himself under control.

It amazed me that, like the rest of his body, he felt like marble but could flex, and in this surprising case throb under my touch. As I stroked his length languidly, his body twitched and jerked in my hands and I realized that this powerful being was completely under my control. It was an exhilarating feeling, and I let that feeling feed my confidence as I lowered my lips to the weeping head, swiping my tongue over the thick clear fluid.

I had fully expected his venom to have a slight bitter or tangy taste to it, but to my surprise, he tasted sweet, like sugar, with a hint of almonds. It was utterly exquisite and I wanted more. Knowing he would be too much for me to take in fully, I kept a firm grip on the base of his penis, pumping him as I wrapped my lips tightly around his head then let him slide deeper into my mouth, until he hit the back of my throat. I briefly thought about attempting to swallow him, but did not want to ruin the moment by choking. Plus, I knew he would worry more for me if I did so, instead of enjoying the pleasure that I hoped I was giving him.

Acting on instinct, I sucked my cheeks in firmly and bobbed steadily up and down his length, humming and swirling my tongue around him when I reached the tip. Apparently, I must have been doing something right, because a loud growl began emanating from his chest as I worked him, leisurely at first, but quickly increasing my speed as one hand fisted in my loose waves.

"Cara, if you… if you continue," he panted, "I will be unable to stop myself. Please, la mia…" My only response was to suck him harder and faster, working the base of his cock in time with my frantic lips. "Isabella!" he hissed. "I cannot hold on much longer!"

I hummed loudly, hoping that both the sound and the vibration would encourage him to let himself go. When he tugged on my hair to pull me away, I snarled angrily, scrapping my teeth down his cold thickness, earning a growl in return and his hips thrusting forward. I smiled around his penis, firmly stroking the sensitive underside of the tip with my tongue, and was pleased when his growls became louder and harsher.

He was so close.

I let one hand wander into his jeans, cupping his cool balls before running my warm fingers over the seam and wanting to crow in delight when he shouted my name through his hisses and snarls. I squeezed the base of his dick, pumping him as I sucked him hungrily, and it was as I slid my lips to the swollen head, dipping my tongue into the slit, that I felt his balls draw up. I hummed in appreciation, before readying myself for the hard spurts of his cold creamy cum, greedily swallowing as much as I could, feeling his essence dripping from the corners of my mouth and down chin. Sweet God there was so much, and I would be damned if it was truly not the most delicious taste in this world.

I took the time to slowly lick him clean, making sure I lapped away every single drop, before tucking him back into his jeans and standing proudly in front of him, a triumphant smirk plastered on my face. I ran my hands under the buttery leather of his jacket, stroking his broad chest through the tight tee-shirt. "If I taste even half as exquisite as you do, Carlisle Cullen, that I can see why you would think my taste is gift from God," I whispered, leaning in to lap at the shell of his ear as I tangled my hands in his lovely blond locks. "You taste like the almonds and sugar, and it's utterly delectable."

He yanked my head back, his eyes black with desire as he smiled at me. "You truly are a tempting little witch, aren't you?" he purred, before he turned me and pressed me down over the seat of the bike. "You do realize that because of you, we are going to be unfashionably late, mia streghetta."

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TBC

In the words of Bob Ross:

Go out on a limb – that's where the fruit is.