I don't own this! Love Carlisle, though!
Bella woke early in the morning, the moon still hanging low in the sky, and the stars still visible in the dark curtain above, some obscured by passing clouds. The air smelled of warm rain from the showers that passed by, and still threatened. She was alone; the light that had surrounded her had disappeared. Her heart cried out for it, for its safety for its love. She slowly made her way out of the house, following a compulsion. Her heart told her that the light was out here somewhere, hidden in darkness.
She let her feet follow the pull, the light from the moon was bright enough to illuminate her way easily; she wasn't afraid of what could be out there, she was only afraid she wouldn't find what her heart longed for. She followed the path until the trees parted, leading to a secluded beach, one that she had not seen yet during her stay, and she stopped, instantly captivated by the scene before her. She darted silently behind a tree.
Carlisle stood in the distance, in the water up to his calves, the moon bathing him in silver light. In one of his hand he held a sponge, the other a bar of soap, he was washing away the self tanner. Bella knew she should turn away, but she was rooted in place, her breath caught in her throat at the glory of his nude body. She had seen Edward without his shirt, by accident once, but he was a boy, his muscles still undefined; Carlisle was a man. His shoulders and arms were thick, the muscles large but not menacing, his chest and abdomen reminded Bella of airbrushed models that she had seen in magazines. Was that an eight pack? The arch of his back was perfect, leading down to his firm buttocks and thighs. The soap clung to him, bubbles streaming down his now creamy skin. His hands ran over his hard shoulders, under his arms, and went lower.
He dove under the water, rinsing all the soap off of him, and made his way for the towel that lay in the beach, shaking the water from his pale hair. She could feel the warmth spreading in her stomach her body reacting in a way that was new to her. She sucked in her breath hard at the sight of his manhood, larger than any picture she had seen before. Carlisle froze, stiffening at the sound. His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened, picking up her scent.
Damn her! Would he never get a moment of peace? He found himself growing hard, stirred by the thought that she wanted to see him naked.
She turned to run, to hide, somewhere, anywhere…. She just had to get away. She had not even taken a step forward when he was in front of her, his body dripping with water, towel enclosing his waist. She stepped back involuntarily, backing into a tree; she couldn't take her eyes away from him, from his majestic body. Without realizing what she was doing she raised her good hand, inching forward to touch the smooth plains of his chest, as if she were under some sort of spell.
His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. What was that he smelled? It was salty and sweet at the same time… delicious. God! She's aroused! He could hear her heart speed up at his touch and her lips parted, her brown eyes held confusion and a touch of desire. His body reacted to his mates desire… he fought the urge to satisfy her… to satisfy himself… in the most primal way. "Isabella, this is the second time in as many days that I have caught you staring at me," his voice was hard and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.
"I was just taking a walk and you just happened to be here. I wasn't staring." Her voice began to shake slightly, giving her away.
"And you couldn't take your eyes away? You felt the need to linger? Were you hoping I would not notice you there?" a small sneer played across his face. "I would have never taken you for a peeping-tom. What a naughty girl you are."
He took a step forward, his cool skin only a few inches from her own, and lowered his head to her ear, his sweet breath tickling her and she gasped for air, unaware that she had been holding her breath.
"Did you not see what a man looks like in health class or one curious day on the internet?" His arms encircled her waist and she let out a small cry as he pressed his large stiff bulge into her belly. "I could do it, you know… if you really wanted me to… if you asked nicely, if you are that interested. I could show you what a real man can do for you." He didn't try to hide the lust in his eyes and his voice had turned into a low rumble that made her weak in her knees.
She was scared of his power, his force, and even more scared of the way she felt… scared of what she really did want. Her stomach flipped inside of her and she could feel the heat between her thighs spreading even more. She suddenly wanted to press her lips to his, to taste those full lips, to see if they felt as good as they looked.
No, I can't! It's just too weird! It's Dr. Cullen! Oh God….
His mouth turned down at the corners as he saw the answer in her eyes, the desire, the need… He had to stop this before he did something they both may regret!
"Bella," his voice was husky, remorseful. He needed to be gentle. "I am very well aware of the stress you have been under as well as the fact that you may still be under the influence of the painkillers that Alice gave you. Please rid yourself of the fantastical ideas that are floating around in that beautiful head of yours, and think hard about the consequences, because if you do continue on that path I will not…ever…let…you go." Without another word he turned on his heels and headed back to the house, leaving Bella alone and wondering what the hell just happened?
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"Come on Bella, please, please, please… let's go swimming! We only have today for the sun… Tomorrow another storm will hit. Please!" Alice was bouncing up in down her face wearing a mock pout.
"How can you be so freaking cheerful this morning?" The sun had just barely come up and Bella had slowly made her way back to the house, afraid that she would run into Carlisle. He was nowhere to be seen, and she was glad, she couldn't face him right now, and her cheeks burned at the memory of his perfect naked body.
"I'm cheerful because I got some last night! Five times over!" Alice beamed.
"Please, I do not need visions of you and Jasper in my head. I do need to sleep at night!" Bella grimaced. "I want to take a nap! I didn't sleep well," she whined.
"I won't take no for an answer. The water will feel good on your skin and I need to get some girl time in before tonight; Jasper and I are going to hunt. There is nothing less fun to hunt than animals cowering in caves because of lightening!" she was already pulling Bella to her room, urging her to her in her suit.
"Yes, heaven forbid you not have fun hunting helpless animals!" Bella began to remove her clothing, teasing her pixie.
"Wear the blue one," Alice suggested. "Jasper and Carlisle are waiting."
Bella froze. It was too soon to see him. But, they were on an island together; there really was no way to avoid him. On one hand she really did want to see him, even though he had been a bit off, mood-wise, lately, she did like to see his radiant smile and hear his laughter. She hoped soon, if he could get over Esme, that she would see his normal unaffected manners again.
I guess it is no use to avoid him!
She walked arm in arm down to the white sand beach, the air was hot and muggy, the clouds were getting thicker, but the sun was still making its way through, reflecting of the water, and blinding her temporarily. Jasper and Carlisle were already on the beach, their sculptured bodies reclining back on two of four chairs, their eyes closed. The sun glinted off their skin, throwing light in all directions. Bella sighed… it was a shame to see Carlisle with bathing shorts after the sight this morning.
Alice was right, the water was cool from the rain and did feel good on her hand and her sore thighs, there were definitely bruises from being dropped on the ground. The swimsuit made the wounds even more noticeable and Carlisle had to fight back the urge to snarl at the closest male, Jasper, even though he knew that they were just friends. Alice and Bella splashed back and forth; Alice showed her how to stand on her hands in the water, even if Bella couldn't do it right now, and eventually Jasper joined them.
Carlisle knew he could not go in the water, near her, near his… mate. Mate… his thoughts didn't seem to shy away from the word so much anymore. His body grew tense at the sight of her nearly naked and wondered how she could prance around in that little suit, leaving almost nothing to the imagination, with both he and Jasper nearby. He let out a warning growl, to low for Bella to hear, but Jasper just smirked at him and continued his horseplay. Carlisle noticed that Bella did not look in his direction and only gave her attention to the others, it made the vampire in him annoyed… he wanted her attention, her smiles, her laughter. The beast within him growled, the instincts making more and more sense in his mind. He wasn't sure it was just lust anymore. He had been thinking about her even before this trip… before that night.
The trio emerged from the water, Bella looking thoroughly exhausted, and headed for the chairs. Her body was dripping with shiny beads of water. Carlisle wondered briefly it would change the flavor of her sweet skin; he closed his eyes to block her out.
Alice jumped into one right next to Jasper, leaving the only open chair beside Carlisle. She sat down, not looking at him, avoiding his face at all costs, her heart pounding, and he did not open his eyes or even indicate that he knew she was there. But he could smell her, and he could feel her rise in temperature as she sat next to him, and he could hear her life-giving organ, strumming faster and faster. His mouth twitched up in a small smile.
Bella soaked in the sun, her skin, she thought, could use some color, but if she didn't get color in Phoenix, there was no chance here. Her body began to relax, enjoying the heat….
"Isabella Swan, why are still laying there?" It was Carlisle, his voice like silk, it made her heart flutter.
She opened her eyes to see his god-like body before her, his hair and skin wet from the warm water, a brilliant smile played on his lips,
"Come and join me in the water." She couldn't speak as he took her hand, leading her into the warm ocean. She could feel her heart in her throat as his cool arms encircled her, counteracting the warmth of the water. She shivered at his closeness. His eyes were the color of honey and held nothing but love and admiration in them. She felt weak and tiny in his powerful arms, helpless… and she liked it. She like the feel of his raw energy… she wanted to be his… to be submissive to his dominance.
His lips found hers and she parted her mouth, granting him access, as he pulled her closer, his fingers digging into her back. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his… demanding more.
His mouth made their way to her neck and she rolled her head back giving him better access…
"Bella…"
She loved the way her name slid off of his lips; it made her feel weak in the knees…
"Bella… wake up!"
She bolted upright in her chair; Carlisle was calling her name, but his face held anger to it… What is he mad at me for this time! She was getting really fed up with it! She could only take so much!
"Where are Alice and Jasper?" She looked around for them; maybe they could help her?
"Alice had to take Jasper to hunt. He could feel your emotions you know! They could hear you moaning!" he spat at her. "They had to leave before Jasper could do anything regretful!"
Oh God! She knew she talked in her sleep, but moaning… and to Carlisle.
"I'm sorry!" she retorted and got up to leave, stomping as she went…she wasn't going to stay here and face his anger, especially unwarranted, she had no control over her dreams! She made it to the forest edge before he came easily striding behind her.
"Can't keep your mind out of the gutter for even a few minutes… guess the sight this morning was just too much for you!" he laughed harshly, tossing his head back.
She snapped. He was so absorbed in his cleverness that he didn't see her pick up the handful for wet sand and gravel. She launched it towards his head, the debris smacking him square in the face; and caked his eyes and filled his nose. The icing on the cake was the sand that filled his gaping mouth while he was laughing at her.
He choked at the mess, trying to dislodge it from his orifices, sputtering as his nimble fingers easily removed the dirt. Whack! She chucked another… the feeling was so satisfying… so perfect… She knew she was in trouble.
Her legs took off as fast as they could, knowing that once he removed the mess he would be on her in an instant, she knew she couldn't get away.
Carlisle saw her dart between the trees, he could smell her fear… his instinct took over and he was after her… his lithe body overtook her in a half of a second… his arms closed in on her like a steel cage and knocked her to the ground, pinning her arms above her head. She wasn't about to give in, fighting and squirming with all her might.
A hiss escaped his chest as his hard sinew made it impossible for her to continue struggling. She wanted to shrink back from his dark glare, to hide, but her pride would not let her and she rose to the challenge…staring the vampire down with all the force her eyes could muster.
His eye were piercing, he could hear her heart hammering in her chest. Her blood smelled of fear, but her stare said bravery and then something else flickered across her face…. it was exhilaration. Bella could feel her body respond to his nearness, to her mate, even if her mind didn't understand the bond… and his scent. Oh Lord! So sweet… He smelled like he the earth after rain and cinnamon or nutmeg. She inhaled… her stomach tightening. She could feel a delicious tingle between her thighs…Would his skin taste like his smell? Her lips parted gently to ask a question…. "Carlisle?"
He was shocked to see the intensity in her face; his own body replied to her, his rational mind surprised to find his own manhood straining against his shorts, pressing heatedly into her. God I want her…my mate! "Enough!" he shouted at her, but to himself, he had to think. He unwillingly shoved himself off of her, "Enough of these games Bella!" He didn't give her time to reply before dashing into the forest.
Bella followed reluctantly into the house, she didn't leave her room for the rest of the day, her body sore, her hand throbbing, and her mind swimming with lovely thoughts of the luscious Doctor Cullen.
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He paced in his room, not going out as the sun set and turned into night. Jasper and Alice had not returned and he didn't trust himself to be alone with the cursed vixen. His mind was racing over the events of the day. He wasn't mad at her for the dream… no, quite the opposite… he was angry at himself for not being the one she was dreaming of… for not being able to control himself better. He wanted to be the one to make her moan… not whoever was in her dreams…HIM!
Granted he didn't like his face full of sand, but he loved the fact that she would stand up to him, and that she would not put up with any bullshit he may give her. He was thrilled at the chase, the delight it gave him was almost too much to contain.
He knew it now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was in love with Isabella Swan. He wanted her to be his mate, his companion, his lover. He had never felt so strongly about anyone before. Being with Esme just seemed reasonable; yes, he had loved her, but never in this way, never with this much feeling.
He had made up his mind… he was going to tell her what had happened. She was reasonable, maybe she would understand what had occurred and just accept it, hopefully willingly. She did have the choice to say no, to go a different direction from him, but he knew he would not be able to live if she took that option.
His feet padded soundlessly to her room, he moved like a ghost in the night. The only sound that he sounds he could hear were the rain, now pouring outside, her heart, and her breathing. He knocked on her door and waited for an answer, but there was nothing. He wanted to turn to leave, but he knew he needed to see her just once tonight… just once and he would be strong enough to stay away until tomorrow.
He slid through the door silently, he could smell her sweet blood… tainted by something, ah, yes, the painkillers… after such a day she would definitely need them for her finger. Her hair framed the pale skin of her face like a dark halo, her eyelids fluttered gently, caught up in a dream that he wished he could see. He leaned over, careful not to put any weight on her, and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. Yes, he would tell her tomorrow… he did not want to be without her any more… he needed her…
Her body felt its mate nearby and yearned for his touch. She could feel the light, the warmth, in her room, but it wasn't close enough, she needed him next to her… "Carlisle…" she breathed lightly.
Carlisle stood like a statue…Did I hear right? Did she say my name? The thought made the animal in him roar, its claws tearing at the cage.
No… I have to leave! But his body didn't move, it obeyed a new master now, his vampire side needing to claim her, to make her his and only his! His mind fought for control 'I don't want to take it from her unless she gives it to me!' he cried out uselessly. The beast pushed all his rational thoughts aside, worthless to his primal needs.
His head nuzzled into the side of her neck, his nose grazing her delicate skin, the sugary floral scent was maddening to him. He bit down, sucking gently on the side of her neck, and tasting the sweetness he desired. Her arms snaked around his shoulders, holding him to her, hoping that this wonderful dream would be as amazing as the last one she had.
His mouth searched for hers, her lips parting, welcoming him inside. But he was not careful or gentle, he was demanding, brazen, and selfish… he needed her to submit to him, to prove that she was for him and him only. She didn't shy away when his smooth hand found her breast, handling it in a way that made her back arch, and a whimper came from within her.
She traced down his powerful back until she found his thighs, she pulled hard on him, grinding herself into him, her primitive needs matching his… she just needed him inside of her…
Carlisle growled lowly at her, his hands ripping off his shorts in one tiny tug. Her hands found his member, squeezing and wrapping themselves around the rod, feeling its size and power. The growl in his chest intensified and he brushed her hands away, he couldn't hold himself back any longer, there would be more time for pleasantries on another day… his member was begging for release. His rational mind was not fighting anymore, it was actually enjoying the sight, and the rawness of the act… the basic instinct… he liked it!
He slid her panties off easily and moved between her warm thighs, the smell of her heat was unbearable and he pushed into her with one smooth thrust. Her hot channel thrummed around him, pulling his shaft in deeper. She moaned, but eagerly wrapped her body around his, moving in rhythm to his thrusts.
White lights flashed behind his eyes as he dove deeper and deeper into her. "Oh, God, Bella…" he tried to whisper, but it came out ragged and heavy. "You…ugh…are…mine…" he grunted. Faster and faster he went, her body matching his, her mewing and panting spurning him to keep going. "Mine…" he growled into her ear.
"Yours…" she breathed back. A wild feeling of victory shot through his body and he snarled at the conquest, loudly, not bothering to hold back any more. The aching end was so close…
Bella's eyes shot straight open, in shock, her eyes not adjusted to the light. Her body was shaking, enclosing a hard coolness, alive with pleasure. This was not a dream…
This is not right! Her mind screamed. Her arms were around a set of shoulders and she could smell spices…Oh God! Carlisle!
Her mind tried to explain what was really happening and finding no answer… her dream was not a dream at all! She could feel the burning in her thighs… her chamber convulsing… her body was moaning… but it was not her! Not of her doing! She could not stop the pleasure; it rolled off of her in tangible waves… Not right! How could he?
"Mine… Bella…ugh…you're mine!" His voice was gruff and sent a slight shiver through her. She could feel his member twitch as it released its pleasure into her, his breath panting, he collapsed onto her. He only stayed for a moment, and Bella didn't know what to do, so she stayed still, until he rolled off of her. Her body was still tingling; pulsing from the pleasure… she turned her head, her eyes to face him.
He stood rooted… his now clear eyes meeting hers… Did she know?
Yes, she knew… her eyes gave away only one emotion… betrayal!
Dun, Dun, Dun…. How will they deal with this now? What will happen to them? I love torturing them! Oh, no! Please review!
