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Epilogue: Forever
Some years later….
"It still shocks me sometimes, how unbelievably hot you are."
I looked up and Bella was in the doorway, watching me dress. The snow outside was two feet high, so I would be layering a sweater over a long-sleeved thermal undershirt, but at the moment, my chest was bare. She chewed her lip as she stared, and my cock stirred.
We were grad students going through our morning routine. This time around, I was studying glaciology and would be in a basement research lab most of the day. For Bella, it would be the library in the morning, teaching undergrads in the afternoon, and an early evening seminar. She was working toward a PhD in comparative literature focused around the Napoleonic Wars, now that she was fluent in both French and Russian.
A welcoming smile on my lips, I extended my hand toward her. She pushed off from the doorjamb and walked toward me, wearing a knee-length white sweater dress in a heavy cable knit pattern, black tights, and waterproof boots that were more function than fashion. Alice wouldn't have approved.
She took my hand, but didn't stop there, stepping close and wrapping a wool-covered arm around my waist, tucking her head under my chin. I felt the press of her lips against the scar of her mating bite at the base of my neck. It was automatic and routine—kissing me there was something she did at least once a day.
With a gratified moan, I nuzzled her hair. "I can push my lab start time back an hour." To further illustrate my offer, I steered Bella until the back of her knees touched our bed.
She allowed me to lower her to the mattress with my body poised over hers, but then she shook her head. "No," she said, devilish mischief in her voice, "I want you hungry."
Bella took my hand and guided it to her knee, then up her thigh, and…holy shit. Her tights weren't tights—they were thigh-highs. Further up, over her hip, and she wasn't wearing underwear. Both of my hands, held and directed by hers, pushed the hem of her heavy wool dress up to her chin, revealing her naked body. I wasn't surprised at the lack of bra—Bella never wore them on the days we played games—but the complete picture was something to behold. My lovely Bella, completely naked under her dress, the black lace of her thigh-highs a sinful, stark contrast against her skin. The scars left by my teeth glittered in the lamp light and brought my erection to a state of heavy, desperate throbbing.
Bella had only bitten me in one place, as part of our mating. Sometimes on our anniversary, we bit each other again, directly over the original bites, opening up and etching the scars deeper. But with Bella's skin, Bella's body, that hadn't been enough for either of us. Our mating bites were erotic, make no mistake, but they were also romantic and sentimental. They meant something. After a while, we both agreed that we needed more. We needed…kinky. So, on her birthday one year, after careful mutual consideration, I bit the inside of her thigh, right beside her pussy. For me, it stood as one of the most memorable moments of our entire marriage. I had come, all over the sheets, without any direct stimulation. Sometime later, she convinced me to bite the underside of her left breast. We renewed these bites sometimes, too, but we couldn't pretend they were about anything other than satisfying and fueling our deepest perversions for each other. Just looking at them on her skin, like I was now, made my cock jerk, made my chest rumble with primal pleasure. My love, my sustenance, my prey. Mine.
God, I needed to fuck her.
I knocked her legs apart with my knee and lowered my body onto hers, capturing her protesting mouth with a kiss. I reveled in the feel of her hard nipples against the skin of my chest and rolled my hips into hers with just the right motion and pressure to stimulate her clitoris. Her naked pussy squirmed greedily against my jeans. Bella cried out and wrenched her mouth from mine. I pursued, but one of her hands gripped the hair at the nape of my neck and held me back.
"Edward…." Her tone was a warning.
I grinned crookedly and humped into her again.
She whimpered and then laughed in exasperation. "Stop seducing me. I have plans!"
Leaning down, I kissed my way up her jaw to her ear. "Only if tonight I get to tie you to the bed and eat your cunt as long as I want."
"Yes," she promised breathlessly.
Reluctantly, I lifted my body from hers, and it was with considerable satisfaction that I heard her moan of longing at the loss.
"What's the game?"
She closed her eyes and caught her breath before answering. "Well, to start, you're going to think about how I'm naked under this dress all day."
With or without her directive, I knew I would be capable of little else.
"And I'm going to remind you."
That meant that she was going to send me her thoughts periodically. She could project them to me up to a mile now, and I was highly attuned to her mental voice, cherishing every time I got to hear it. Even if she often used it to torture me with flashes of us having sex while I was going about my day.
"My body is yours to touch as you see fit, but there are a few rules." And then she showed me what she wanted with her thoughts.
Our first regular stop would be the coffee shop across the street from our housing. It might just be a prop, but walking around the snow-covered campus at 5:30 in the morning without a hot caffeinated beverage drew too much attention. At the coffee shop today, she wanted me to stealthily tease, fondle, even finger her under the table in the back corner while we waited for our order. Then she wanted me to find her in a dark, deserted aisle of the stacks of the library at lunchtime and do it again. And again after her classes, locking the door and bending her over the teacher's podium. But I wasn't to let her come. The game was to take her to the brink each time, my hands having the full run of her body to touch however I liked, but no orgasm.
Until we were both done with our obligations for the day and met up to walk home together. Then, she wanted me to lead her behind the maintenance shed, throw her dress in the snowy bushes, and fuck her against the brick wall. The vision she showed me included all of her favorites—pulling her hair, pinning her arms, spanking, my voice growling dirty talk in her ear, and, her favorite of course, nipple torture. God, how she loved it when I played mean with her nipples. I could already feel her coming on my cock.
I loved the days when Bella was in the mood for rough sex, though I suspected she knew that my favorite part was still what came after. It wasn't included in the thoughts she showed me, but I knew from experience that when we finished, she would be boneless and too blissed to walk. I had already decided that after I retrieved her dress from the bushes, brushed the snow from it, and redressed her, I would bundle her in my coat and carry her home cradled in my arms. I'd draw her a hot bath and kiss every inch of her skin that I had tortured before. I'd handle her like she was the most precious thing in all of existence, and she would come back to earth in my arms.
With a groan, I rolled away from her. Her game meant neither of us would be having an orgasm for at least fourteen hours. Fuck.
Bella rose to stand on shaky legs. Reluctantly, I watched her sweater dress fall to cover her gorgeous body and the bites that marked her skin.
I had heard that after getting their first tattoo, some people wanted another, and another. That had seemed like madness to me at one time, but these days I couldn't judge. Bella had recently started hinting that she might want another bite, maybe on the cheek of her ass or the swell of her hip. I'd teased and scolded her that, if she wasn't careful, she'd wind up covered in my bites from head to toe. As though the very idea didn't make my pants painfully tight. I knew we'd never go that far, but that was the fun of a game, wasn't it? We could pretend—and we had. We fucked straight through that weekend while I "bit" every inch of her skin.
I adjusted myself in my pants and rose to finish dressing. Bella watched, her eyes raking over me and her thighs trembling. At least I wasn't the only one worked up. It would be tricky, trying to finger her without letting her come when she was like this. I would probably have to take a less is more approach: teasing and hinting, confining my touches to areas around where she wanted stimulation, staying over the clothes for the most part. Maybe for one of our meet ups, I would get down on my knees, lift her skirt, and just talk, only touching her skin with my breath. Even still, it might be a near impossible task, but I was up for the challenge.
We locked the door behind us and set off through the drifts, along unshoveled pathways toward the coffee shop, the first inklings of dawn peeking through the clouds and reflecting off of the snow. Bella chatted about a promising new source for her thesis and I draped my arm around her as we walked.
Sometimes it felt strange, even wrong, not to be anxious or ashamed about all of this. Sometimes, I still was—my old self, horrified at my ugly urges, come back again. But it never lasted for long these days. It was easier every passing year I spent with her not to think of myself as just a monster. I wasn't as preoccupied by my thirst with her around and the more Bella and I experimented, the more we pushed our boundaries of sex, the more it all felt like making love. It couldn't be anything else if I was doing it with her, no matter how kinky or perverted it might seem from the outside. Nothing that made her this happy, that consistently felt this wholesome and fulfilling for me, could be an expression of my evil.
On the contrary, I felt light and eager, looking forward to each and every day of my coming forever with Bella.
Author's Note: So, that's the end. I didn't initially plan on an epilogue, but then the idea that there may be future bites on other parts of Bella's body just wouldn't leave me alone. Besides, I thought it would be good to show that all the hard-won development Edward went through in this story actually stuck and continued as they moved forward together. So, there we landed.
I want to thank everyone who made it this far for reading my horny plot bunny. You all have been so wonderful and supportive. Fingers crossed that this conclusion was sufficiently romantic and kinky for all. The fluff is still strong, I know, but let's be real here—a sexually liberated Edward would enjoy the rough play for sure, but he'd be really into the aftercare.
This was actually a lot of fun, and I am thinking that I would like to stay in the Twilight fandom for a bit and write more stories. First on the agenda, those outtakes I promised you—I think they might actually be their own fic. I considered doing them BPOV and before I knew it, I was thinking about Bella's side of Ferns. So, that will be my next project. A decent portion will of Bella's fic will be new/different content that takes place during this same time period, including those lemons that Edward mentioned but didn't detail. If that appeals to you, I'll see you there.
If you enjoyed this story, I would love to hear about it. This was a labor of love, emphasis on both the labor and the love. Reviews from people who enjoyed it mean the world to me.
