BPOV:

Despite seeing him earlier, I am far from sated. After a difficult day at work and a reprimanding from Mrs. Hurst, I need to find solace. I open my legs, knowing the house is asleep as I trail my hand down my stomach, feeling almost bashful as my fingers reach my core. I pulse with need, desiring so desperately to feel his hands all over my body. I wonder if this ache for him is normal. My yearning for him is so strong, at times I feel as though it is hard for me to function. How can I attend to my duties when all I think about is him? Everytime I close my eyes, it is his face that I see.

I slip one finger inside of my aching core, and then another. Soon, I am arching my back off of the bed and closing my eyes-thinking of only him. My imagination comes to play as I fantasize about a scenario where he could meet me in my room. My core pulses in response and I smile as my overactive imagination takes control.

"Are you thinking of me, little one?"

I open my eyes and he is there-standing before me with a crooked grin on his handsome face. He looks at my hand-which is hidden between my legs underneath my skirt-and smirks at me. My eyes drop down to his trousers, to find his desire straining against his confines. Licking my lips, I watch as he releases his cock from his pants-wanting, so desperately, to feel him inside of me. When he is thrusting between my legs, I feel like I am home. He is my home.

"I was thinking of you," I confirm as I pull of my shirt for him to see how wet I am.

He strokes himself as he watches me play with the sensitive nub between my legs. I feel myself growing closer to my release and my eyes shoot up to meet his, conveying my need for him in my gaze. In response, he kicks off his books and steps out of his trousers before joining me on the mattress. A roguish grin appears on his face as he pulls my bodice down and reveals my breasts. My nipples are puckered and begging for the feel of his mouth-which he is more than happy to oblige me with. He suckles my nipple as his fingers replace my own.

"Please, Edward. Please, I want to feel you."

"You have to be quiet, though. We cannot have your mother and father waking up now, can we?"

I shake my head and he crawls up my body to press his lips against mine. As his tongue slips inside of my mouth, his length presses into my core. I ache at first-like I always do as I adjust to the size of him. He waits a moment, and as soon as I have relaxed, he pulls back until only the tip of his length is inside of me, before thrusting back in. He begins a steady pace-thrusting until I am withering beneath him.

"Are you close, little one?" he questions as he increases the pace.

Speech is difficult, so I merely nod in response. He kisses my forehead before reaching down to play with my folds. As soon as he finds that sensitive spot, the Earth shatters around me as I find my release. After a few more thrusts, he finds his as well. He rolls off of me, but instead of pulling me against his side and falling asleep-like I have always assumed couples did-he lays on the bed and pulls me atop of him. I am nervous at first, not knowing what to do as he strokes his length until it is hard and positions it at my entrance.

When I do not move, he says, "It is okay, little one. I will teach you everything," before pushing into me.

I quickly come back to reality, my eyelids fluttering as I take in the sight of my dark and empty room. My body is shivering as I deal with the aftereffects of my orgasm. I cannot believe I achieved that on my own. I settle into my bed and try to fall asleep-knowing in only a few hours, I will be expected at the manor. However, despite my relaxed muscles and calm state, sleep does not come. I lay in bed restless, until I crack open my window and feel the crisp night air. Perhaps a walk would do me good. A bit of fresh air and exercise could be beneficial. Slipping out of bed, I quickly get dressed and slip on my walking boots before crawling out of my bedroom window.

I love this time of night. It is absolutely divine. There is nothing like having a small adventure while the rest of the world is asleep. The night is quiet besides the rustling of leaves as the crisp wind moves them. Closing my eyes for a moment, I enjoy the feeling. For me, the night is like being engulfed in a mother's embrace; there is comfort in the darkness. In the darkness, I am no one but myself. All the troubles from my day fade away, leaving only me. I open my eyes and stare up at the stars, which are abundant tonight. It has been a while since I have seen such clear skies. I give the glistening stars one bright smile before I continue on my way.

For some reason, I am compelled to move toward the meadow. Perhaps it is because it reminds me of Edward. Everytime I am there, I am confronted with the many images of our time together. I feel like I have gotten to know him in that grass… in the waters where we have made love so many times already. I want to see what it looks like in the dark of the night. So, I venture through the woods, trailing down my familiar path which is the quickest way to the clearing.

I am so distracted, I barely notice the sounds at first. My first thought was the sounds must just be the wind. But now… now I am unsure. They sound like footsteps. Have I been caught? Will this be the end of my late night adventures? I stop moving for a moment and focus all of my energy on deciding where the sound is coming from. As I try to pinpoint it, my stomach turns. These are not human footprints I am hearing… No, this sounds like an animal. The sounds are coming from all different directions. My breath catches in my throat as I pick a large stick up off the ground-knowing, deep down, that it will probably prove useless. But I must at least try to defend myself. I pray that this is just an animal passing through.

My prayers go unanswered as a wolf enters the clearing. I can barely breathe, let alone think about what my course of action should be. I stand still-finding still to be best. I do not want to seem threatening. Perhaps if I am still enough, the animal will be on its way. When another wolf joins the first, I start to shiver, feeling tears prick my eyes as I stand in utter shock. What if this is it? What if they pounce on me and I never see the light of day again? How could I have been so foolish? Why, oh, why do I take part in such dangerous behavior and expect no consequences?

Foolish, girl! Now, you might really have to pay the price.

"Please," I breathe. I do not know who I am begging. Perhaps I am begging the universe to intervene in some way.

One of the wolves start toward me, and I cannot help it as a sob breaks through my lips. As it advances, the tears begin to fall from my eyes and course down my cheeks. My heart is fluttering in my chest and I feel something wet course down my leg, drenching my stockings. I take another step back and the wolf picks up its pace, making it obvious that I am indeed its target.

I scream. It feels good to scream. It feels like the only thing I can possibly do. Perhaps if I am lucky, someone will hear me. But even if they do, I am not sure they will make it to me in time. As the wolf charges toward me, I think of him. And suddenly, I can think more clearly. I swing the stick at the wolf as its jaws extend and it chomps down on it, swinging its head side to side as he attacks it for a moment, before spitting it out. I hit it again, for I do not know what else to do, as I hear the sounds of another animal approaching.

Before I know it, a gunshot sounds through the air and my attacker, and its companion, run off into the woods. I fall to the ground sobbing. My body shakes as I try to regain control of my breathing. Strong arms engulf me and for a moment, I wonder if I am actually safe.

"Everything is all right. I have got you, little one," Edward says as he pulls me against him and allows me the freedom to sob into his chest.

A/N: So, that was pretty different than the original story. In the original, they just run into each other. But for this one, I wanted to make things a little more exciting and have them meet another way. Next chapter will be another exciting one, since there is no way Bella will be able to lie to Edward anymore. Also, this story is sitting at around 550 reviews, so it would be very awesome if you guys could review and let me know what you think!

Speaking of reviews…

If you happen to be the guest reviewer who has been spamming every single one of my stories with outlandish reviews calling characters "sluts" and "whores" who are "infested with STDS" (Which, I don't know why you're saying any of this stuff in 2018. I'm assuming you're a woman, so why do you believe it's okay to call other women sluts? Even if they are fictional.) I just wanted to know…

Why do you feel the need to do this in the first place? Do you get some sort of odd rush from going onto a 23 year old's fanfic profile and leaving all of these strange comments? (I've wondered this about guest reviewers in general, to be honest.) I've had to delete all of these guest reviews because I don't feel that readers should have to be subjected this kind of negativity. For instance, if you don't like BDSM why are you clicking on a BDSM story to read in the first place? So you can have some strange cathartic experience by leaving these reviews? I am not attacking you-I am just curious. Is leaving a bunch of reviews like this really how you want to spend your day? Life is short, and you chose to spend it acting like this online. Just consider that.

Since I can't respond to you, I'll do so here: I really hope 2018 starts getting better for you. I'm having a great year and I'm sorry that for whatever reason, you are not. If it makes you feel better to take out your stress on other people (like me), by all means, feel free to do so. (Since I know you're going to no matter what I say.) I have pretty thick skin at this point. (I'm sure you're rolling your eyes at this lol). I know you're probably going to read this and then just spam me with these reviewers even more. But may I suggest finding a new hobby? I mean, just search "hobbies" on Pinterest and you'll probably find tons of new ways to better occupy your time. You could do that really cool sharpie art or some string art. Or maybe some DIY projects around your house? Maybe you could take up knitting or cross-stitching. You could make cute birdhouses… Really, the possibilities are endless. I'm sure making some DIY crafts would be more rewarding than spamming fanfic authors with mean reviews :).