Ch. 66 Blood And Other Drugs
"I will always get my way, Iris. Drink! Don't you dare resist what you know will only help you, save you. Drink! Partake of the life force before you and strengthen yourself! Drink, damnit, DRINK!"
I awoke suddenly with a gasp, my lungs screaming for oxygen as if I hadn't taken a breath in too long and my hands clutching onto Edward's shirt so tightly that my knuckles were white. My hair was wet and sticky with sweat, splayed across my face. What the fuck?!
"Iris, Love? It was only a dream. You're alright. You're here with me. Breathe, sweetheart." I felt the coolness of Edward's lips rest against my temple and his hands around my center pulling me into him, the steady rise and fall of his chest against mine was setting a calming pace for my own ragged breathing.
"Edward?" I croaked groggily.
"Yes, love. Shhhh." He pushed my hair back out of my face and held me closer to him for a moment before helping me up to offer a a sip of water to me from the cup on the bedside table. I shook my head with a grimace as my stomach lurched.
The dream had seemed so real, so tangible. I could still smell the metallic scent of the blood I was swimming in. It was so much blood...probably the combined volume of every person whose life I had ended, reaching up to my neck in a never-ending ocean. I was drowning in it, barely able to keep my head above the surface. My only way out was to swallow, but I couldn't, wouldn't. A disembodied, sickeningly familiar face, his skin gaunt, thin, and white as paper, floated around and taunted me as the dark stringy ends of his hair dragged slowly against the thick, red, hot liquid.
I closed my eyes as I remembered, and a tear ran down my cheek.
"Iris? Look at me." Edward spoke directly into my ear. I could tell it was still late...or maybe early even with my eyes squeezed shut. No light shone through my lids and the sound of crickets playing their mating call drifted up through the crack in the window. I had been experiencing so many hot flashes while I slept for the last couple of nights that Edward had begun opening the window before I slept, and he would lay near me, shirtless, throughout the night.
I kept my eyes closed, unwilling to face the reality that I knew was coming. "Iris. It's fine, love. Aro is not here. You're safe." He saw my dream, of course. It was too real for him to have missed it. He always knew what I dreamed about as he watched me sleep, but my dreams had never been so dark and vivid prior to the pregnancy. This shit was crazy.
"Iris!" His voice grew stern, calling me to his attention as I continued to ignore him.
"I can't do it." I finally whispered into his chest...I know I have to, but I'm scared. I mentally amended.
I could already feel it—the inevitable craving—and I was only a week along in the pregnancy. My body needed blood—the baby needed it—but the thought of consuming any of it again both disgusted and enticed me. And THAT feeling, the nagging itch in the back of my throat, was my worst fear. I was going to be a monster.
Edward frowned at my thoughts. "Iris, you have nothing to be afraid of. I will never let you become a monster or allow this to consume you. Blood is merely a necessary evil to the life you have chosen, but I can help you through this part. I have fought with myself for far too many years—torn myself to pieces—and I won't watch you do the same. You are stronger than this. The blood will be nothing but a source of sustenance for you and our child. We have waited long enough...It's time, and I think this dream may be your body's way of reminding you." He placed his hand on my cheek in a silent plea for me to listen to him, to really trust what he was saying...And I did trust him, but all that blood...
"I know, love." He murmured gently to me, consoling me with not only his words but also his touch as he caressed the skin of my lower back which had been exposed as I slept. He continued to rub the rhythmic circles around and around on the same sensitive spot, and the longer he did so, the more my skin began to sweat again, but this time the feeling was not uncomfortable. Oh God...I shuddered in pleasure.
I pulled back from Edward's chest slightly to look into his eyes which were now darkening. He caught onto my mood instantly as his irises turned to coal.
Pregnancy was weird. One minute I was crying and feeling doomed, the next I was overwhelmed with lust and desire for my incredibly handsome, exceedingly patient, wonderfully kind, and exorbitantly loving husband. Wait, why am I complaining?
I slowly drew his shirt upward, my finger dancing across his marbled abdomen, and a low, involuntary purr emanated from Edward's chest. I grinned deviously as I shoved the shirt to the side of the bed and returned to my previous task of playing the irresistible temptress.
"You don't have to act." Edward groaned happily.
I decided to up the ante so to speak when my nails began to trace each crevice of his chiseled abdominal muscles. I rose slowly onto all fours, the eggplant-sized bump that used to be a relatively—relative because I love food too much—flat space even more apparent to us in this position than it had when I fell asleep hours before. Edward paused to lay a protective hand there, and I watched as his lips curved upward in the sweetest way. He was so in love with our child already. His eyes met mine in an intense, smoldering gaze.
"Come here, temptress." He said in a playfully seductive voice. I giggled and crawled the rest of the way to him, happy to oblige.
The more often we were intimate, which we had more and more practice with as of late since the honeymoon, the more confident and controlled—in a good way—Edward was. He could now easily enjoy himself without the threat of hurting me. I am thoroughly impressed with your progress, Mr. Cullen...
"Practice makes perfect..." he hummed against my neck, blowing his cool, honey-saccharine breath down the front of my shirt. He kissed his way back up my neck, across my jaw, catching and sucking on my lower lip. Without warning, he ripped my shirt to shreds and tossed it to the floor beside his own. He moved to sit up so I was perched on his lap. He trailed his fingers up and down my arms as he began his descent to my breasts, rubbing his face back and forth between the two. I couldn't help the giggle that escaped when his hair tickled my chin.
"Yes, practice...Don't we know it..." I gasped when his tongue brushed across my nipple, and he chuckled, the movement creating the most tantalizing sensation...ohhhh...
I bowed myself—awkwardly but effectively—forward and Edward complied with what he saw in my mind that I wanted, leaning himself back against the pillows once more, and I moved with him while he kept his hands on my hips for guidance and support. He lifted his hips as he continued to hear the direction of my thoughts, and I drew his pants down slowly toward his feet, fully exposing him. Hello, old friend... An alluring expression of hunger glinted in his eyes as another rumble formed in his chest.
I smiled devilishly as I grasped him fully in my hand. Tonight we play rough, darling—well, rough for a human. Edward hissed in agreement, his hands moving to grasp the pillows on either side of his head. He seemed unable to speak from the contrasting sensation of my sweltering hand to his coolness.
A untamed, boisterous roar erupted from his throat when I stroked him, and his hands were on the move again, gliding down my chest, up my thighs, and finally grazed me through my thin cotton shorts roughly enough for me to cry out in pleasure but gently enough so as not to harm me. Edward was a surprisingly zealous lover for how tender and gentle he usually was outside of the bedroom with me.
"Iris..." Edward whispered roughly as he turned his face to groan into the bed, his hips thrust upward, deeper into my hand, and I stroked my thumb over him again, only making his growl louder. I released him from my warm grip, leaning over to trail kisses over his body until I felt him tremble below me. "Love..." he sighed contentedly.
I continued my quest upward until my mouth nearly reached his full lips. He met my eyes, and I could see that his were even impossibly darker, a deep sea of onxy and silky tar. He turned me—carefully—on to my back, and, with an expression of anticipation, slashed my shorts off just as quickly as he had my top. His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he quirked a brow in another seductive, majestic way. How many expressions could this man make to draw me to him? Oh my God...
He shifted moods again as he placed a hand tenderly on my face, caressing my skin gently but after a moment he allowed his hand to explore lower. His right index finger trailed through the valley of my breasts, continuing down the center of my abdomen, winding around my navel, and I clenched my toes at the feeling building within me. Edward smirked at my impatience. I can't help it!
He softly scratched his fingers across my lower belly, bypassing where he knew I wanted his touch the most and, instead, began a circuit up and down my leg, starting at my calf and stopping just below where my legs met in the center. He came closer and closer to me with each cycle until my thoughts could form nothing but a simple moaning request. Please touch me...Please. Please...ple—
Suddenly I gasped as his finger pressed firmly against me, swirling and massaging in the perfect rhythm, and I shrieked with pleasure. Thank you...yessss...
He continued to pleasure me there over and over, but then added the mind-blowing sensation of his fingers inside of me. His brilliant mind, full of so much space for information and precise calculations knew exactly what to do to give me maximum satisfaction and he did just that. My body was pulsing with energy which moved outward until it seeped from every crevice, and the tension within me only grew evermore present the longer he continued. Oh, Edward...
In and out and in and out, my mind was lost to him, his skin on my skin just so...Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
This man had to be an angel sent from God himself to give me the ultimate release. His fingers were the instruments helping compose this perfect symphony, percussion, wind, and strings pulling me into the bright abyss of a climax. Oh Gooooooodddd!
I was suddenly so overcome with a surging wave of power that I couldn't have described if I wanted to, the feeling more intense and amazing than I could have ever anticipated in my most deviant fantasies, and my body seized with gratification.
I wanted to tell Edward what he was doing to me, that he was killing me slowly in his sensual pursuit of my body. He needed to know, but only weak moans and gasps would form on my lips.
But even as my body calmed, descending from its most heightened state, he lowered his mouth to my chest again and continued his game. I moaned out loud once more as his tongue swirled around each mound, hitting the soft pebbles there at the center of each in a patterned motion. His fingers continued massaging, twisting, and pinching me as he pleased, threatening to pull me back up and over the edge once more. Holy shit. My God, I can't...
And then he was inside of me, all of him. Ed—
He pulled back until he barely rested inside of me, stimulating and manipulating my body, intentionally trying to drive me mad even as he grinned in his own pleasure.
Just as I wanted to yell at him for being such a fucking tease, he thrust himself forward, giving me what I wanted, what we both needed in that moment.
His eyes were so black now that they were practically just two voids, making everything around them seem vivid and much more saturated with life and color than usual. His face took on a look of untethered determination the farther that he pushed himself.
I couldn't keep track of his motions, but it didn't matter anymore because he was rocking my world. In and out and in and out, deeper, faster, in and out, around and around and around, in and out...ohhhhh...I loved this man with everything in myself. No piece of me was left untouched as I once again felt the need for release. Edward's jaw grew taunt as he ground his teeth, seemingly lost in his own pleasure and unaware of how he was so wonderfully torturing me.
In and out, in and out... The stirrings of pressure and the feeling which I could only explain as a physical manifestation of this god-like man reaching deep within me and stroking my being all the way to my soul, expanded from within, continuing to rise higher and higher, growing until there was finally an uncontrollable explosion, an external blindingly beautiful current of power surging from us both. My mind, body, and soul melted into one puddle of hopelessness as I succumbed to the inevitable result of being with my love.
I whimpered even as Edward released his own beautiful howl, and then there was complete silence as we each floated back to Earth from the theoretical mountain top which he had so thoroughly helped us reach. Our bodies convulsed in fantastical synchrony as the ebbing waves of vitality dissipated from us both.
I wrapped my legs around him with the tiny amount of strength I had left, not willing to let him go just yet, pulling myself closer to him, but he shifted just enough so that my bulging tummy was positioned away from his marbled body, avoiding putting any pressure on the baby.
My heart was still thrumming in my chest, my breathing sharp and irregular as if I had just run a full marathon in the Sahara Dessert. Edward leaned over to smooth down and push my wild, sweaty hair off of my face as kissed me until I felt drunk.
"I love you, Iris Elizabeth Cullen," he whispered, his voice full of wonder and adoration.
"I love you more, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen," I sighed in contented exhaustion.
"Isn't possible..." he murmured with a lazy grin, but then his face turned serious. "But you didn't distract me, you know."
"Distract you?" What did he mean?
"It's time for the blood." Oh holy flying balls of fuck.
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