Pushing herself against him, she sought relief from the emptiness.
But he didn't oblige her. Instead, he took her face between his hands and held her still. "Tell me what you want me to do."
She whimpered. Tell him? Didn't he know?
"Tell me," he said. "Instruct me. I'll give you whatever you crave, but you have to say the words."
Now she understood what he demanded. He demanded that she capitulate mentally as well as physically. He demanded that she seriously thought about what they were doing and give him permission to do… whatever he wanted to do. In her whole life, she had never sworn at another soul. She did now. "You dick!"
He chuckled and his thumbs met under her chin, nudging her face toward his. "You're wrong, I'm not a dick. This is," His hips grinded against hers, again and again. She felt him roll against her in an inciteful wave.
Deep in her womb, she felt need building.
"You will not win against me. You are going to do as you're told. Yield, Eleanor. Yield."
Alexandria and Eleanor Draven are twin sisters born in Wycombe, England.
Being twins, it was expected that Lexie and Elena would be two peas in a pod. There was never one without the other, even if they were as different as night and day. Their mother, Corrine, was born in the dreary town of Forks, Washington, but left her older brother to care for their elderly parents when she decided to leave the states in search of something more for herself than what the oppressive town of Forks could offer.
Although born five minutes younger, Elena always made it a point to watch over and take care of her sister. With someone like Corrine for a mother—childish, flighty and irresponsible—someone had to step up for the sake of both of them. When Corrine marries a rugby player, Lexie decides it is time for her and Elena to move in with their Uncle Charlie, the chief of police in Forks, so that their mother can travel freely with her new husband.
Once settled in Forks, Lexie starts getting closer to the dark and mysterious Edward Cullen. Then out of the blue, Elena forms an undeniable connection with Jasper Hale; a tall, golden-haired prince charming with his own fair share of scars and secrets; an untold past of torture, rage and blood.
The Twilight Saga, its characters and plotlines belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment. I only own Eleanor, Alexandria, Corrine, and anything else not in the films or books. Kissed by the Sun will be a combination of the movies, my own ideas and the books. For continuity sake and the sake of consistency, some things in the timeline will have to be changed, but then again, this is a fanfiction. Changes and deviation are expected, can and will happen.
This story is rated E for Explicit and will contain mature sexual content, adult themes, graphic depictions of violence, past reference of torture and rape of certain characters, and elements not otherwise suitable for some readers.
You all might not like it; but I decided Bella will not exist in this fanfic, but her lack of existence will be explained no worries about that. Kissed by the Sun will be like the Twilight Saga, except major changes such as pairings and the lack of the original protagonist.
If this story reads as familiar to you, that's because it is a rewrite of Turning of the Sun, after I decided to rewrite it thoroughly from third person point of view. Constantly switching back and forth was unsatisfying to me, hence the rewrite. Kissed by the Sun, like the original Turning of the Sun was inspired by The_Seismic's The Waning of the Moon, a story in progress on Archive of Our Own. Readers wanting a much darker lovestory involving Jasper should check it out.
It stars Jasper Whitlock before we meet him as Jasper Hale, and it takes place several decades before the storyline of Twilight.
