Twilight doesn't belong to me. I just own this little work of fiction.

Song: "Headstrong" by Earshot

Warning my lovelies: There is some sexual content in this chapter! Shock, I know O_o That being said, if you are NOT old enough to get into an 'R' rated movie, you should probably not read this chapter. Or, perhaps this story at all! ;)

~*The Student*~

"You're real." Bella breathes the words out as I kiss my way down her jaw, nipping at the pulse point on her neck.

"I'm about to show you how fucking real I am, my pet."

"Pet." She murmurs the word as if trying out the sound of it.

I could feel her heart pounding against her ribs, feel the rush of her blood beneath her skin. And even though I knew the shit was about to hit the fan, I couldn't seem to give much of a damn about anything but touching her.

"H-how did you get in here?"

Dodging that question, I took her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging on it, adding just enough pain to mix beautifully with the pleasure. My hands shoved her shirt up, I had to have my hands on her now. She raised her hips up to greet mine. She was so fucking warm. So soft and tender. And I knew how sweet her wet flesh would taste against my tongue. She moaned again as I pushed her top up past her breasts. I lowered my head and took a nipple into my mouth. Sucking gently, I looked up to find her watching me with wide eyes.

"How can this be real?" She whispered.

My hands moved up her arms, I intertwine our fingers while bringing them to rest above her head. I was stretched out above her now. Completely in control of this. I thrust my cock hard against her soft mound as her whimpers echo off the walls and wood floor.

"Shhh, my sweet. We don't want to wake your daddy, now do we?" I say this as I look deeply into her eyes while rubbing myself against her heat. Her panties are soaked through. My mouth waters at the thought of getting to taste her. Her fast breathing draws my eyes once more to her breasts. Breasts that are bare and warm, set high on her chest. I lower my head again to lick the underside of one, then move to the other.

"Oh, Jesus." Isabella is thrashing under me. Her legs tighten on my hips and I hold back a growl that would no doubt have shaken the whole house. And if her father did interrupt my defiling of his only daughter, I don't know if I would have enough wherewithal to stop fucking her long enough to kill him.

"Not Jesus, little girl." I whisper in her ear as I take her lobe between my teeth. " But I will be your Master."

"I want you. Now." She pleads with me while reaching out to stroke a hand down my stomach. I watch as she does this. Feeling every single cell in my body hum with want. For her. I'm shaking with it. The beast inside wants free.

"How wet are you, Isabella?" I release one of her hands, only to hold both of her wrists with my left hand. I walk the fingers of my right hand gently down her body. Her skin is on fire, yet goose bumps pop up in the wake of my touch. I slide past her belly button, tracing around it twice before I'm at the waistband of her lace panties. My fingers find her so wet and ready for me that they slide right into her. Past lace and into satiny smoothness. I let the heel of my palm press up against her swollen clit, smirking when she grinds into it.

"Hm. You are very wet Isabella. My naughty little pet. How you long to be fucked, don't you dirty girl?"

"Oh my God." She is literally crying out. I can feel her desire not only covering my fingers in thick, sweet cream, but I feel her body pulsing with need. My cock is so hard that its painful to even move. A pressure is building inside my balls. I can also feel my gums throb where my fangs are trying to drop down. I want to feel them slide into her flesh as easily as I know my cock will slide into her pussy.

After watching my hand move in and out of her little panties, I raise my eyes to meet hers. Her head is moving side to side in intense need, her bottom lip has been sucked into her mouth and her fingernails are digging into my wrist as it holds her down. But I want her to see this.

"Look at me Isabella. Now!" I wait as she does what I ask. Her eyes flutter open and her intake of breath tells me how very close she is and how I must look here, now, above her. "Come." One word spoken in a deep commanding voice. And she does. In a rush of warmth, Isabella rides my fingers, thrusting into my palm. I feel her toes curl on my ass as her grip tightens even more. She comes and comes until she melts into the mattress beneath her. As if she is boneless and fully sated. But I'm not nearly done with her body yet. Not even close.

I slowly pull my fingers from her, her whimper of protest is all she can give. Watching her watch me feeds the fire of lust burning in my very bones. The air feels ice cold on my fingers as they are covered in her warm sweet cream. I decide a little finger painting is needed. We both watch as my fingers zigzag up her belly, past her ribs, I circle one full breast then the other. And then I allow my tongue to start at the beginning and lick my way up the path I had just made.

"Mmm. Pet," I say as I let my tongue dip into her belly button. "You're as sweet as nectar." My tongue swirls around both nipples and I kiss along her breasts again. I can feel her want rising once more. That's good because I cannot wait one more second to fuck her into oblivion.

The sound of her panties being ripped away is music to my ears. The light from the moon through the pale window sheers has cast beams across her bed. One tight pink nipple is spotlighted by the moonbeam. I pluck at it, listening to her moans grow louder once more.

"I told you my little treat, you must be quiet." I say this as I lower my zipper. My hard cock springs free as I hiss when the cool air touches the over-heated skin.

"Please." Her dark eyes focus on my dick with a look of hunger.

"Then you must be quiet. If you want me to fuck you, you need to stay quiet. Do you want that, Bella? Do you want me to fuck you?" I ask as I let the tip of my cock rub against her.

" Yes. I will! I will! Just … do it."

I hold a finger up to my lips silently telling her to hush. Slowly, ever so slowly, I start sliding into her. Before I've even sunk an inch into her, she moans, then looks at me with wide eyes, pressing her mouth together to keep it from happening again.

"Good girl." I say through gritted teeth. Because I, myself, am about to groan at how tight and wet she is. I sink another inch in and feel my eyes roll back into my head. Jesus Christ.

"You feel so damn good." I whisper in her ear. I can feel her moving around me as I move inside her. So many emotions flood my soul. Want, need, joy, anger and … hunger. The hunger to make her mine in every way possible. After the night we'd just had, I found the animalistic side of me reaching out, trying to claw its way to her. Take her. Drink until there's nothing left. Feel her small body give into you. But I fight those thoughts. I fight them because this feels too good. My hunger for her body seems to be, at least in this moment, stronger than my hunger for her blood.

I open my eyes to watch her face as I'm about to thrust all the way in. But when my eyes meet hers, I watch her eyes widen in horror. And then Isabella screams.

"Shit!" I cover her mouth-too damn late-and look above me to a mirror that hangs on her wall. There I see what has caused her terror. My eyes. My fucking eyes are shining like two rubies in the dark. Only once before had my eyes ever done this when I was aroused. Just figures it would happen now. Here.

Before either she or I can say anything, I hear Charlie Swan rise from his deep sleep, grab his very much loaded 9mm and head for his daughter's room. Now here's where things go to shit real quick. I'm half naked, still halfway inside the hot girl under me, the hot girl who is shaking in fear, and her father is two seconds away from kicking down her bedroom door and shooting my ass- literally.

I know a bullet won't kill me, but it would sure as hell suck golf balls. Plus that's not really something I want to have to explain to the chief or his hot daughter- why I'm bulletproof.

Doing the only thing I could think of, other than killing them both now, I let out a low growl before rushing out the open window and into the night like a bat out of hell. A very pissed-off-hard-as-fucking-steel-bat. Isabella Swan is becoming more than a pain in my ass. I wonder if killing her would just be easier than trying to fuck her…

-X-

Bpov

I quickly pull my covers over my body as Charlie busts in through my door. Gun in hand, hair sticking up and Sponge Bob boxers on, my father looks like a crazy man.

"What is it? What's wrong?" His deep voice unsettling to the quiet of before. Of before when.. Oh, God. I look back to the window. A window that moments ago was open and had Edward Masen moving through it. Or did he? Everything was a blur. It all seemed so real.. Was I having another one of those crazy sex dreams I had been having about my teacher? Had I finally lost it? And if so, why would I dream his eyes were…. Red. Red as fire and blood. The eyes of a demon. But he had the body of a god.

"I'm fine." I hear myself say. Even though I'm not so sure I am. And I don't know how I ever will be again.

"Uh," Charlie looks around the room then cuts his gaze to me once more. He looks at me like I really have gone mental. "What happened?"

"Nightmare." The word comes out before I really have time to think about it. "It was just a nightmare, Dad, I'm fine. Sorry to wake you. Go back to sleep." And please for the love of God put on some damn pants.

Charlie eyes me one more time before rubbing the back of his neck, lowering his gun and walking backwards out my door. But not before he bumps into the doorknob.. where my black bra hangs from. He pales and shuts the door very quickly.

That wasn't awkward at all, I think as I try to figure out if my scream was from a dream or.. No. It couldn't have been real. I've always had some pretty fucked up dreams since I was little. Clearly that's what happened tonight. But it felt so real. As I turn over and look at my reflection in the mirror beside my bed, two things I notice. One, I wasn't wearing my panties. And two, my lips were swollen and tender as if they had been used. And used well. I run a fingertip over them feeling how soft and warm they were. Still warm from his lips pressing against them..

My heartbeat picks up, my eyes widen as I realize all is not what it seems here in Forks. The three things I was certain of. One: My panties were, in fact, ripped and lying on my bedroom floor. Two: Mr. Masen had been here in my room, with red eyes, skillful fingers and a talented tongue. And number Three: I was both turned on and scared shitless.

-X-

Epov

{Edward's House}

"Fuck, fuck, fuckkk!" I grunt as I send my vampy spunk down the drain. The water was as hot as I could get it, still wasn't as hot as the inside of Isabella's core. I had my head lowered and pressed against the black tile in the shower. My left palm is flat against the cool wall, my right still grasping my cock. My still hard cock. No matter what I did- running for hours on end, uprooting trees in the forest, or jerking off enough times to clog the fucking drain, I could relax or seem to get any satisfaction.

You want her. Go back and take her. The inner demon's whispers would seem like solid advice if only the rest of me, my body and brain, would follow through on it. But I couldn't. For some reason I was hell bent on staying away from Isabella Swan. At least until I could think clearer. And now was not that time, I thought to myself as I pumped my hips trying to seek some kind of relief. But no matter how hot I made it, how tightly I gripped myself, I couldn't mimic the feel of being inside her. I was losing my shit. And it made me hate her for it. Hate her little perfect ass as much as I wanted to fuck it.

"Shit!" I yelled out as I came again. With no end in sight...

Bpov

{Forks High}

"What happened last night?" I jumped as Angela slides in beside me in Bio.

I was a nervous wreck coming into school today. I had almost faked a cold just to get out of seeing him but there was a bigger part of me that couldn't stay away. I was scared of what I knew I saw last night, I knew I should tell someone- Angela, a teacher or say, my gun carrying father/cop. But something held me back each time. It was as if my heart was pleading with my brain to throw all common sense out the window and just feel. I roll my eyes at the idea. It was feelings that had landed me right where I was: Freaked out and horny as hell.

"Well? How did it go?" Angela bumps her arm into mine.

My first reaction is, Ohmigod! She knows! But then I remember we got caught by our teacher at a bar. So of course she was thinking in terms of did he bust me. Noope Didn't get busted.. But I got to play "just the tip" with Mr. Hottie.

"It was okay. Ed- Mr. Masen didn't even talk to Charlie. So I think we're off the hook."

Angela breathes out a sigh of relief. She then looks to the front of the room and frowns behind her cool retro glasses. "That's odd." She murmurs.

"What is?" I ask. Looking up to the front I see Mrs. Carlos come in and pull out the projector. Suddenly all the butterflies that had been floating around my stomach all morning take a nose-dive into my gut.

"Mr. Masen never misses a class." Angela says as she turns to study my face.

I simply shrug my shoulders as if I'm not about to slide out of my chair in end up a pile of confusion in the floor.

"What did you do to poor Mr. Masen?" She laughs out the question. And I about swallow my tongue.

"Me? Why do you think I had anything to do with … with.." I motion to the front of the room where Mrs. Carlos is huffing and puffing, trying to get the projector out. Or, more like I flail my arms. "this?" I end lamely.

"Bella, I'm just teasing you." Angela pats my arm. "But it is curious that the man hasn't missed a class in over a year. And yet you show up, we get caught in a.." She lowers her voice, "..bar. And now he's called in. I hope it's not about us. It was really cool of him not to rat us out. Hope he isn't sick." Angela goes back to digging through her bag. And I slump in my seat. Totally put out.

Red eyes flash in my mind. I can feel his sweet breath on my skin; hot and moist. I can feel his fingers and tongue as they play over my body. He made me feel so many things. And then it all went crazy- like something from a horror movie crazy. Now he's missed class. Thoughts run through my mind. Like, what if he left town? What if he plans to kill me for what I saw. But what did I see? Red eyes. Am I going crazy? You begged your teacher to fuck you last night, then watched his pretty green eyes change to bright red, so clearly you are nuts! My inner voice says, pissing me off.

"Bullshit."

"What?" Angela looks at me as if I really am loco. I realize my mistake- I had spoken that out loud. Whoops.

"Nothing. Sorry."

And as Mrs. Carlos goes forward with a lesson plan that does nothing for me thanks to Edward not being here, I make plans. Crazy, bloody stupid plans. Because that's what crazy people do..

-X-

Epov

I found myself spread out on my chair in front of a blazing fire. A bottle of whiskey in one hand as I stare into the wild flames that I am entranced by. My bare feet can feel how the fire has warmed the black slate floor, my chest and stomach feel the air that is moving to and fro as the flames dance across the wood. And I sit. I called in. I never fucking call in. Not since last year when the sun was out in full force. That was a bitch of a day. A day that I realized I had become a spoiled vampire who never had to run from the sun's rays. But that rare day in Forks the sun had risen with a fury. And I almost burned my ass walking outside expecting my ever-present gray gloom only to come to a violent stop when I winced up into bright blue as far as the eye could see with a yellow ball high in its sky. I thought, as I had crawled my pale ass back inside, that some-fucking-how I had ended up on a tropical island somewhere. Talk about a nightmare!

I bring the bottle to my lips, the amber liquid has a red tint to it- thanks to the O neg I added to give it a kick. I suppose, I ponder on as I swallow, feeling the burn, that I could have just fed off an alcoholic and gotten the same results. But I was too on edge to be any good at using my vamp charms to entice my prey. All I really wanted to do was to get my hands-and a few other body parts- on Isabella. I was also being a careless fucker. I left. I just left after she had seen the red eyes. I never leave any human with even an inkling at what they might have seen being more than human. And I called in a "sick" day. I shake my head as I down another huge gulp. In all my seven hundred years I hadn't been sick. Another thing to blame her for.

I throw another log on the fire, watching as the orange and red flames consume the wood. Just as she has consumed my thoughts. And my body. The bitch. And then I hear it. A truck coming down my long driveway. I move to the second floor landing, the whole front of the house in all glass. Normally, that would have been a suicide mission for any vampire to have in their 'home' but my beloved gray clouds were once more covering the sky in a thick blanket. My protection. As I watch through the window as the truck makes its way slowly through the heavily wooded driveway, I growl in frustration, fear and hunger.

"The stupidity of some people." I mumble to myself as the red POS truck makes its way to my front door.

Isabella has come looking for me. "Stupid Lamb, indeed."

Bpov

"I'm an idiot." I say to myself as I turn onto the road that leads to the illusive Masen home. On each side of the road the forest rises up in thick lines of trees. So thick that you can't see too far into the wooded area. As those same trees get thicker and thicker as I go along the small one land road, I feel as if they are trying to reach out and grab me. In fact, it's so remote and quiet back here that I begin to think of very horrible and creepy things. Like how easy it would be to hide a body back here, as no one would ever hear my screams of pain..

Too late now, I think to myself as I pull up to the house. 'House' my ass. This place looks like something that should be featured on a home magazine. As I sit there staring up at the massive home, I feel like I might have made a huge mistake in coming here. Angela asked me to go with her to get some ice cream.. I realized in this moment that that would have been the better, safer plan. How am I supposed to get out of this truck and walk all the way up to the door to ring the bell? I give myself a pep talk. The pep talk consists of "Don't be a little pussy." And when that doesn't work, I remember how horny I am. And how hot Mr. Masen is.

I get out of the truck, thankful that my legs hold me up because frankly, they feel as if they're made of jelly. Here I go. The cobblestone walkway seems to go on forever in twists and turns and as I step up onto the huge covered porch. I release a breath I didn't know I had been holding. The glass and wood double doors are what I focus on as I ring the bell. A few minutes pass, just as I'm about to turn tail and run, the doors open and there he stands in nothing but a pair of pants that hang very low on his hips, showing off the most delishious V I have ever seen. Once again my filter seems to be missing.

"Oh, sweet Jesus."

He says nothing at this. Just smirks in that way that makes me feel tingles all over my body. He leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. A chest that is so toned that I check for drool. Good lord! He is perfection to the eyes. All pale smooth skin and looks as hard as stone. His eyes look to the sky above us before they cut back to me.

"Storm's coming." He says in his deep velvety tones. And then he steps aside and lets me in.

He's right. There was a storm coming. I could feel it in my blood.

Epov

Here is the moment. The one moment everyone who walks the earth has at some point in their pathetic lives. The moment where you will look back and realize what you did right, or in my case, what you fucked up. Mine was letting her inside my home. As she brushed past me, her scent was like a wrecking ball to my shot-to-hell nerves.

I shut the door, turn to find her eyes flickering around my foyer, her heart beating as fast as a humming bird's wings. I had come to the conclusion she was here to tell me the towns' folk would be upon my doorstep soon with their crosses and wooden stakes. I almost chuckle at the image it paints in my mind's eye.

We just stand there looking at each other. Outside the wind picks up and the rain starts to beat against the roof. I hear the fire pop and hiss as a log shifts. I can feel the vibrations each time Isabella's heart pumps blood. My mouth waters slightly. Her eyes seem glued to my upper body. She must have noticed this as well because she suddenly looks up to my eyes before she speaks.

"Thank you!"

I am starting to wonder if maybe I'm losing my mind, not expecting that to be what comes from her mouth. "You're thanking me. For what?"

Isabella switches weight from one foot to the other. "Saving my life."

I'm suddenly angry at her. I know she knows. I know that she didn't come here to thank me for last night. I can see the fear in her eyes, the questions. Why not just be bold and ask.

I walk over to her, slowly. "Now, Pet," I say as I step behind her. Her back stiffens. I lean in close, taking a deep breath as the scent of her hair fills my senses. "that's a little presumptuous on your part, isn't it?"

" Why? No." I can see her little chin raise. I can smell her fear.

"No?" I ask adding surprise to my tone. Moving to face her, I wait for her to look me in the eye. Come on, Isabella. Be brave little pet.

"You saved me from those men. If not for you," She pauses as if fear has choked her. "Something bad would have happened to me."

Something bad could still happen to you. I look at her. Is it that she won't confront me about what happened in her bed last night, or, is it that she doesn't remember?

"Why are you here, Isabella? You came to my home. Why?"

"You weren't in class."

"No. Clearly I am not." I keep my tone bored.

"Angela said you don't do that- miss classes, I mean."

I move closer to her. She moves back. Back until she is against a wall, looking up at me.

"Why. Are. You. Here?" I place both hands on each side of her head. I will coax it from her if I fucking have to.

"I- I can't think with you standing so close, Mr. Masen."

I feel myself smile. "Don't try it now little girl."

"Try what?" She frowns up at me.

"The teacher thing. I think we," I run a finger down one cheek, feeling the softness. "are way past Teacher/Student. Don't you agree… Pet?" I see the flash of memories in her eyes. "Ask me." I lean in almost nose to nose with her now. I think I'm done playing games. Or, at least these kinds of games..

She stares at my mouth as if it holds the answers to the universe. "You where there. In my room. You … touched me. Made me …" She blinks up at me.

I run my nose up her neck, smelling the sweetness of her skin, feeling the heat of her blood, past her jawline, fighting the urge to take a nibble, I move to her ear. "I made you come." I let my tongue flick out. Her body is covered in chill bumps now. I can feel it.

"Edward." She moans as I kiss her neck.

"So you remember now?"

Isabella's arms come up to my shoulders, she runs her fingers through my hair. Gripping, tugging and holding my head in place as I suck on her neck.

"This is why you came here, isn't it, Isabella? You wanted to the truth, but more than that, you wanted to feel the way that only my touch can make you feel. You wanted me. Say it. Out loud."

What can I say? I'm a cocky bastard.

"Yes. I-" She pushes me back- or tries to. Reluctantly, I move back to look at her. "It was real? All this time you've been coming to me, to my room. Touching me while I slept?"

Sure, when she puts it like that, I really do sound like a stalker.

Her voice is raising with the heat of her anger. "You never gave me a choice. You never allowed me to touch you back? You fucking bastard!" She leaps at me, trying to smack my face. Big no no.

I grab her wrists and hold them above her head. "Don't do that. I don't like having my eyes scratched out." She's like a little wild cat.

"Eyes." She whispers. "Your eyes last night.. "

And this is when she starts to freak out on me.

"Isabella, have I hurt you in anyway since I've been coming to you at night?"

"Your eyes were red. Wha- how is that possible?"

"Answer the question, Isabella. Have I hurt you?" I shake her shoulders.

She looks down at her body as if to check. "Not that I know of." Her face goes pale. "I shouldn't have come here."

"Now that's something we can both agree on."

"What's happening between us?" She jerked her hands, trying to break away from my hold. Impossible. But I would let her wiggle for a few minutes "Let me go. I want to leave." She tries to push her way to freedom.

"Stop fighting me, damn it!" Her efforts are weak. Which tells me she doesn't really want me to let her go. I turn her so that her breasts are pushed against the wall. Moving in, I settle close behind her. Letting my dick rest between her curvy little ass cheeks. I feel her give a breathless sigh.

"Didn't I make you feel good all those times, Isabella? I could have tried to fight my attraction for you. I could have stayed away-" Maybe. "But I'm not that guy. When I see something I want," I pull her long hair off her warm neck, I kiss her right below her ear. My hand palms the curve of her ass. I feel a shiver run down her spine. "I take it. And I wanted you. I still want you, Isabella. Tell me how good it feels to be in my arms."

"Please." She always begs. And I will always give.

"Please? Please what, Bella? Please stop? Please go away? 'Please' can mean so many," Bite. "many things." Lick.

"I wanted it to be real." I feel her melt against me.

I try to hide my smirk. "You like the way I fucked you with my tongue? You liked my fingers on your hot little body? Did you like how hard I made you come? Tell me what you came here for Isabella. It wasn't because of my eye color was it?"

"No. I can't seem to help myself. I was scared last night, but I still …"

"Still..?" I turn her back around to face me. Her cheeks are rosy and her lips are swollen from where she's bitten them from nerves. I want to bite them now. I want to feel the plump flesh with my teeth and tongue.

"I still ache for you. Even after.." She shakes her head. "I should hate you for violating me this way. I should be scared because of what I saw in your eyes last night."

I move my hands up her ribs, allowing my thumbs to brush the undersides of her breasts. "But your body wants me too badly to be scared. You need my touch just as much as I want to touch you. You want my dick buried deep within your tight pussy. Want to feel me move in you. Don't you, Isabella? Tell me baby. All you have to do is tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." I brush my lips against hers. So warm. Whispering to her, "I'll give you anything you want."

"Make me yours."

It was all she ever had to say.

-X-

Bpov

I couldn't think. I couldn't run away. I could do nothing but want him. I knew this was wrong. That there were too many unanswered questions, that the feelings he invoked in me weren't normal. But when Edward gripped my upper thighs and lifted me up to him, all common sense went out the window. With a primal growl that had me wetter than ever before, he crushed his lips against mine while pinning me between him and the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his hardness, feeling his desire for me, for what we were about to do. Nothing had ever made more and less sense before as it did now. And I welcomed it with open arms. All those questions of how he got into my room, how he could dare to do something so morally wrong, why he was doing it, why did his eyes change to red, was I just imagining that part.. All those questions fell away. For once in my life, I was going to stop over-analyzing things. I was going to stop thinking and just feel. And as he pulled my coat off and threw it somewhere behind him, then worked my sweater up over my head, running his fingers under the lace cups of my bra, there was so much to feel.

"You look good enough to eat." He licked his lips. His fingers working to unhook the bra from the back. And when the bra fell to the floor, I pulled his face back to mine. Kissing him was like nothing else on earth. He was rich and warm. Sweet and spicy. His lips were much fuller than any other man's I had ever seen. Edward was equally as beautiful as he was ruggedly handsome.

"So good." I felt my head fall back to the wall behind me as he took one of my nipples into his mouth. Sucking, licking with just the right amount of force. One of his hands moved to the seam in my jeans, the one just over my throbbing clit. His thumb pressed against it, adding the perfect pressure. I was going to come before we even got naked. I would end up a pile of swooning girl at his feet.

But he surprised me again. Just as I was about to fall over the cliff into pleasure, Edward moved us to another room. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he continued to suckle at my breasts. I could feel his naked skin against mine. It was smooth and unyielding. It felt amazing to be this close to him. It felt like ..a dream.

Suddenly I felt a warmth against my bare back. And then he was lowering me onto a soft rug before a huge roaring fireplace. I look up to find him there, looking down at me. The flames dance off his face. A flash of lightning catches my eye. I hear the wind, rain, lightning and thunder crashing as if the sound had been turned down. In my ears my heartbeat is pounding out. The lightning flashes again and I look up to where windows line the walls near the ceiling. They had to be at least twenty feet high. I can see only a dark gray sky above, and then Edward fills my view.

Epov

Once I have her lying by the fire, everything seemed to happen at once. I wanted her with a force that I never felt before. Here, in my home, I was going to take her. I was finally going to fully make her mine. It was better this way, I told myself. To finish it here instead of in her bed. I could be as loud as I dare. No fathers to kill, no small beds that would break too easily.

"This is the moment, Isabella. If you're to stop it, stop me, do it now. Otherwise.. I won't be able to pull back." I don't know why I gave her the warning. I don't know why I allowed her that power, but I did. So fuck it. Or, more precisely, fuck her.

Isabella shook her head. Not good enough. I wanted to hear it from her mouth.

"Tell me, Isabella. Say it out loud that you want me." I caress her tits. Moving from one to the other in slow, soft strokes. Watching as her eyes fluttered. "I want to hear you say you want my cock."

"I want you." She reached to unbutton my jeans. But I still her hands.

"I want you to say it. Say 'I want your cock'." Her face was red enough to make the fire seem pale in comparison.

"I want .. I want your cock in me, Mr. Masen." The little tease! If I wasn't already dead, I would have died right the fuck there. Who knew my pet had it in her. Well, she will have it in her soon enough..

I didn't waste another second. I pulled off her jeans, and with it, her lace panties. The inside of her thighs were coated in her arousal. It took all my control not to just drive right into her.

"Do you remember when my tongue was here?" I ask her as I spread her with my fingers. Soft and pink. Completely female and perfect. Completely all mine. "Do you?" I ask her again with a firm hand to the side of her ass. Isabella moans out a yes. "Then you won't be so surprised if I do it again. Will you my sweet? Only this time, Isabella, I want to hear you scream my name as you come. As I lick up all that sweet juice, I want to hear how good it feels. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes. Anything. Just do it." Her hips arch up as I look down at where I'm playing. She is completely naked now, spread out before me. I smirk at all the dirty and wicked things I have in store for my pet.

"Uhh! Edward! Oh. Oh, god, yes!" Isabella was vocal to say the least. I smirk against warm female flesh as I took her tiny bundle of nerves into my mouth. I had to place my forearm across her hips to keep her still. Pet tried to ride my face. Which, admittedly, I would have welcomed, but the placement for that was wrong- this time anyway.

"You want to come again, Bella?" I ask as I wiped my face with the back of my hand.

"I want you naked. Now."

And so I did as my girl asked. I stripped. Bella's eyes took me in from the top of my mussed up hair, to the bottom of my bare feet. But I didn't give her any more time to think as I crawled between her parted legs.

"Tell me, Pet," I ask as I pull her bottom to sit on my thighs. Wrapping her long legs around me, I run a hand over her mound, up her ribs and to her breasts where I tease them, grip them and feel their soft weight in my hand. "Are you ready to be fucked?"

"Yes." Her whisper was out and then I slammed into her heat. We both couldn't help but make loud noises as I fucked her. Mine coming out as more of a growl, hers a mewl that had me going crazy. My hands were on her hips pulling her into my thrusts. My hips were flexing, my balls were tight as hell. Isabella's breasts were bouncing in time with my thrusts, and there she was sucking on her bottom lip once again. She was making me feel wild with heat. I wanted to devour her. And then the little minx got up on her elbows to get a better look at where we were joined.

Snarling, I asked, "You like watching me fuck you, pet? Like watching my cock move in and out of you?" I exaggerated the words 'in' and 'out' with harder, deeper thrusts.

"Yes. It feels so good."

"You look good," I say through clenched teeth. "You look so good with my dick in you, Isabella." I look down as well. The vampire and the man in me both growl with primal, pure male power. "Mine. All mine." Mine to mark. Mine to keep.

I don't know what the hell is happening to me, but I feel out of control like I've never felt before. I feel free and caged at the same time. I want to rip her apart as much as I want to keep her in my arms where I know she'll be safe. I want to eat her alive and drink her up. I want to crawl inside her body and make her stay with me always. I feel angry at her for being the one thing to drive me this far. And at the same time, I owe her for bringing these feelings to my dead heart. Not heart, I remind myself. Body only. This is about carnal need. Want. Desire. Fucking. I will fuck her and then end her. Before she can end me.

"Lie down, Pet." I say to Isabella. I have been holding back from coming. For some reason I want to bring her as much pleasure as I can before I get mine. I have watched her fall apart under me twice now. I didn't think I could hold back much longer. And my animalistic side was clawing to get out. It wanted a piece of her. No. Not just a piece. Nothing short of all of her would do.

I push Isabella to lay back. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is wild around her face, her breasts are swaying with her hard breathing. I don't want to be the mushy fucker here, but damn if its not one of the most beautiful sights I had seen in all my seven hundred years. I'm losing it. I can feel it.

"I can't," I pant out as I thrust harder. Bracing my hands above her head, my arms flex while holding up my weight. "..hold off much longer." I can feel it coming. I feel the change in me happening. I feel her heartbeat race as she nears her orgasm. My body is tensed up as if awaiting a fight. My throat is on fire as my thirst picks now to appear. Her walls tighten around my cock milking my orgasm from me and I'm gone. I can hear the deep growling, the snarling I let out as I come with Isabella. She cries out for me, turning her head, I see the veins in her neck. The thirst, the passion, the sexual awareness I never knew until now, it all comes crashing down on me and I'm fucked. I'm so fucked because I feel my fangs drop down, my vision goes red and I use my unnatural speed to fuck her until we're both moving in a blur of tangled flesh.

After its over and we're both on the brink of insanity, Isabella looks up at me and gasps. I try to turn my face away but it's too late. "Oh." She says. That's all she says. Even the storm seems to stop just because of this moment.

I watch as one tear slides down her cheek.

I run my tongue down the side of a fang, watching as her eyes follow the movement. Yeah. Shit just got real.

A/N: *Peaks head out* So sorry for the late update. Holiday traveling and family visits took up a ton of my time. I want you guys to know that if it takes me a month between updates, that will most likely be the longest you will have to wait between chapters. If I rush to get chapters out then they will suck because half-assed anything always does. But I'm not one of those Authors who takes 6 mo to a year to update. But don't leave me if there are a few weeks between. Okay? 'Cause I lurve you all! Lol

I was so upset with this chapter because I was afraid you all would hate it. Had a wee bit of a moment there. Then I had a talk with a good friend and they reminded me I can't please everyone. That being said, you guys have been amazing and I hope you like where I've taken you so far. And that you stick with me.

Hope everyone has a safe & happy New Year!