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BPOV
Another sleepless night.
Even though my eyes burned and my body ached with fatigue, I was still grateful of the fact that Jacob had stayed at his own place tonight. I needed the silence. I needed to be bare and wrapped in silk sheets as I watched the evidence of just exactly what Carlisle Cullen had done to me earlier that week.
"Come on, put it down," I chuckled shyly, walking backwards as the gorgeous man in the white coat pursued me.
"Just a picture," he murmured, voice deep, eyes intent and hungry as he gazed at me through the screen of his iPhone.
I continued walking backwards as he stalked me, until my back was flat against the wall. Warning bells kept going off in my mind. The ER was so busy tonight, voices were filtering in, so close and yet here he was, gazing at me hungrily through a screen and all I wanted was to be was the leading lady in his film.
"There, don't move," he whispered, licking his plump bottom lip as he discarded his white coat and loosened his tie. "One by one, lover, undo them."
His voice had this magical way of charming me into submission. Or maybe it was the intensity of eyes that made me irrevocably his. Whatever it was, it was over-powering, and sexy, and raw. We were pure sex together whenever we could steal a moment away in the corner of the hospital or abandoned on-call room. What we had together was fire, electricity…something that neither one of us were able to find with the ones we had waiting at home.
But that was something we never chose to talk about.
Instead we focused on the way our bodies fit together, and all the different sounds of pleasure we made as we touched, kissed and sucked.
I had my iPod playing softly in the background, the playlist that oozed unadulterated sex. I ached so viciously between my legs as I held my phone in the palm of my hand and rewatched the video that had brought me the utmost pleasure and pain since it arrived in my inbox.
The video was mostly me doing what he asked me do as I was spread bare against the wall for him. Once he couldn't stay away from me anymore, he recorded my mouth bobbing up and down on his massive cock, taking him all, my nose against his belly as he encouraged me softly. When he fucked me, the phone was all but forgotten, tossed to the side but still playing, still capturing our primitive cries and our slapping skin and my wet pussy gripping tightly around his swollen cock.
I'd fucked him so many different times before this video was made, but somehow it brought me to this boiling point, this maddening need for Carlisle to claim my body, to mark it, to fuck it until there was never any doubt who I belonged to. I was constantly on edge while at work, always fingering my phone inside my pocket because I knew what it held. I was obsessed with his sounds, the urgency in his voice as he told me how he wanted me, our frantic need and the twinge of indecency that surrounded everything we were.
My God, I needed another taste.
I found a bit of solace in the fact that Carlisle looked just as pained as I did any time I'd encountered him in the three days since he'd been buried inside me. He was usually wearing a sinful smirk, eager to find a way to drive me crazy with a subtle touch of my arm or a graze across my body in the hall. But now he was veiled with desperation. His eyes would meet mine and he'd have to look away, nostrils flaring, fists clenched as he staggered in his confident step.
Today, at the end of my shift, he tried to take me. He broke, he was nearly deranged as his fingers wrapped around my arm and dragged me into a darkened hall, not quite abandoned but he just couldn't fucking wait anymore. He slammed my back into the wall, hips pressing tightly into my own as we breathed the same air. "I need to fuck you now, lover. Tell me I can fuck you now." I had never heard his voice plead like that before. Everything had seemed like such a game to him up until now, but it was as if his life depended on being inside of me right then and there.
I slid my hand between us and didn't stop until he was burning and rigid against my palm, my forehead falling against his shoulder as I whimpered. "Hard…take me hard." I was nearly crying in need as I looked up into his fiery eyes, an explosion brewing between the two of us as his trembling body pressed against me, chest to chest, legs to legs, arms to arms, mouth to mouth. His tongue slid fervently with my own, his unbearably hard cock pushing against me in just the right way. He fumbled for the door knob behind us, a closet, an exam room, I had no clue where we even were.
And then his beeper sounded.
And I would have fucking collapsed to the ground if he wouldn't have caught me.
We were falling apart…all because we both had visible proof of our passion on our fallible, plastic devices.
That was the reason, wasn't it?
Why I couldn't breathe, why he had gone from playfully cocky to desperately needing to stake his claim?
He caught his breath and pushed his forehead against the wall beside me, his hot breath making my pussy pulse in the anticipation of what it was almost about to get. With one hand he pushed two fingers between my legs over my clothes, massaging me in slow, solid strokes as he checked his beeper with the other. I gripped his wrist and pushed his fingers farther into my center, seconds away from cumming because of the need that had been building for so incredibly long.
I whimpered as he pulled away, kissing my neck, sucking it hard before licking away the tightness he produced. "When we finally get to do this, lover, don't let me hurt you. You've created a monster inside me."
"I want you, I don't care if it hurts," I panted, grasping tighter to his hand as he pulled further away.
He shook his head and exhaled slowly, tightening his tie and adjusting his erection as he increased the distance between us. "That's my girl…"
And then he turned the corner.
That was five hours ago, and no matter how many different ways I'd found to pleasure myself, there was still an ache deep inside my body that only he could alleviate. I could still feel him on me, but it wasn't deep enough. He only scratched the surface, and everything inside of me itched for his skin, his tongue…
I pressed play on the video of us again. It fascinated me. He turned me into this sexy, wanton woman. I needed to feel that again, he couldn't expect us to keep on going like this, so wound up and aching for something only we could relieve when we came together.
A short melodic ping interrupted my intense concentration on our video together, and I reluctantly stopped it to see who was attempting to contact me at this time of night.
Five words.
My salvation.
Call me if you're alone.
I climbed out of bed, wrapping my knee length robe around my naked body and sipping the last of my wine from the goblet. We'd never talked outside of work before. An occasional dirty text, promising delicious things the following day at work was about as far as we'd ever gone.
But things were so different now.
What once was a fun, sexy fling had quickly turned into a necessity; it wasn't an option anymore. I was his to do as he pleased with, and I fucking loved it.
I stood by my window, watching the clouds push rapidly past the bright moon that came and went out of view. His voice would wreck me, but I so looked forward to the shattering sensation he produced. I hovered the cursor over his name and hit send…and bit my lip to suppress my smile when he answered on the first ring.
"Hey."
A shuddering sigh was my only reply. He took that as his cue to continue, his voice straining as he talked in hushed, frantic words.
"Have you ever desired like this?"
"You want to know what I desire?" I whispered breathlessly.
"Tell me."
"Your pleasure, your voice praising me when I make you feel good, your sounds when I know I'm driving you wild. Ever since you recorded me…I can focus on nothing but the hunger in your eyes. I want to be yours, Carlisle. I want to be your good girl…"
"Jesus fucking Christ," he growled, his fist coming down hard against something in the background. "Let me come over, lover. I'll make good on what I started in the hallway earlier. You want it hard, you'll fucking get it hard, but you need to tell me what you want now."
I pressed my palm against my forehead, my heart pounding inside my chest as he offered himself to me. "Do you know where I live?"
"Yes," he answered immediately.
"Then please…please…now, I can't wait."
He disconnected our call with a darkly whispered curse, a slight whimper of desperation lacing his profanity before he left me in silence.
It was too much to take. I collapsed on the bed behind me and waited, shivering with anticipation and praying I would survive the moments before he was heavy, hot and warm on top of me.
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Somehow I'd managed to find my way from the bed to my front door, waiting in frantic eagerness for a knock, a doorbell, a feeling…anything to signal his arrival.
One knock, one deep call of my name and the lock was released. I began shaking ferociously as he pushed the door open, letting it land loudly against the wall as he took me in. His eyes were wild, his chest heaving as he ripped his black leather jacket off of his body and kicked the door closed behind him. He grunted as his hands landed on either side of my waist, lifting me from the ground and pushing me backwards with his body on mine until I was perched on the back of the couch.
His hands were clumsy as he tore my robe from me, the fabric stinging against my skin as he pulled and ripped it until I was naked in front of him. He was panting so hard, his hair mussed as he reached behind him and pulled his white t-shirt off by the back of his collar, then popping the button of his jeans with his thumb.
When he was relieved of his shirt and his pants were loosened, he dragged two fingers up my slit, pushing them into his mouth and grunting primitively as he licked my fluid off of his skin. Tears were burning hot as seconds passed by in what seemed like lifetimes. After he removed every ounce of me from his fingers, his hands were at my hips again, fingertips leaving eager bruises as he lifted me and flipped me, folding me in half over the back of the couch and pushing my ass in the air. He could do anything to me this way. I wanted him to do everything, exactly this fucking way.
I felt his thighs press against my own, the rough fabric of his jeans bringing about sensations that made me shiver. I cried out loudly as I felt the head of his cock slipping into my pussy, then pulling back out and dragging along the crack of my ass, making me wet everywhere. "Fuck," I moaned as he curled my hair around his fist and pulled, causing my back to arch up while he finally thrust all the way inside me with one abrupt pump of his hips.
He still held my hair as his forehead pushed against his fist, his grunts sounding like a pained cry as he held me still with one palm spread out across my lower back. He fucked me ruthlessly, so fucking hard, deeper than he'd ever been, but it wasn't enough. I felt his dull nails in my skin, his dragging fingers leaving red marks that I wanted to remain forever on my body. Every time he grunted like the animal I had reduced him to, it made every inch of me throb, my clit rubbing against the upholstery of the couch with every frantic thrust he gave me. He slapped my ass and I came violently, screaming his name as I collapsed into the couch cushions, the pillows muffling my desperate cries as I flailed against his cock. He paid no attention to my spasms, grabbing my ass with both hands and pinning me down as he fucked me hard, so fucking hard that the couch was moving across the room, knocking into the coffee table, tipping it, spilling everything, and fuck me, it wasn't enough.
Before I knew what was happening he grabbed my forearms, lurching me up from my resting place and pulling me until I was arched for him once more. He took both of my wrists in one large hand, the other squeezing my breast, twisting my nipple until it burned so fucking good. The hair on his chest rubbed against my back as we undulated against each other, and his teeth captured my earlobe as he poured his groans of pleasure into my ear. "All night," he promised roughly. "I haven't even fucking begun, you just don't know, Bella."
"Please…" I cried, his thrusts getting more urgent as the couch raised up on two legs while he pounded me. I was so weak, my body vibrating with so much pleasure that it was more than I could take. He bit my neck and slapped my breast heard, my back aching as I fought to get closer to him.
With a loud, pained groan he pushed me down again, my arms grasping the cushions for dear life as he slid noisily out of my body and came all over my back. His warm fluid covering my skin made me even wetter, and I pleaded for him as I felt his semi-hard cock resting against the back of my thigh. "You're close, lover." He was panting so hard he could barely get his words out. He sunk two fingers into me from behind, curling them and twisting them as I shook from his force. I felt him rubbing his cum into my skin with his other hand, groaning as my orgasm began building. Short, high-pitched cries left my mouth as the sweat poured down my temple, sanity falling way to the pleasure he created as he staked his claim on my body.
I came hard on his fingers, my moans turning to sobs at the intensity of my climax and the way his warm fingers felt thrumming inside my body. Every breath was a whimper as he pulled out of me, rubbing my back languidly with the hand that fucked me and combining our juices as they covered my skin. I barely murmured his name as he leaned over me, kissing the back of my neck and lifting me carefully from my perch over the back of the couch. My back cracked as he lifted me bridal style, looking down at me with a mixture of amusement and awe. "Feel okay?" he whispered.
I nodded, my head lolling slightly before settling against the crook of his neck. "We're going to see stars tonight, lover," he whispered against my forehead, pressing his warm lips there as he walked toward my bedroom and gingerly laid me down.
At this point I didn't know if this was fantasy or reality, but I did know that I never wanted it to end.
I watched him through hooded eyes as he stood at my bedside, sliding his dark jeans over his muscular thighs, kicking off his shoes as he went. Then his socks, then his thumbs hooking inside black boxer-briefs and yet he still never took his eyes off of mine.
He knelt onto the bed and hovered over me, laying most of his weight on top of me as he pushed his face into the crook of my neck. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Bella," he murmured, his breath hitching as our bodies aligned, every inch of our exposed flesh rubbing together as we moved.
Glory Box by Portishead began playing, and only then did I realize my iPod was still playing away in the corner of my bedroom. He hummed against my shoulder, his hands running up the sides of my body until his thumbs were circling my nipples slowly, gently. "What have you been doing tonight, lover?" he whispered, dragging his stubbled chin along my collar bone before licking me there. His eyes met mine and they made my heart stop. He was so unbelievably beautiful that it hurt to take him in sometimes. Even though we only came together for sex alone, I felt like I knew a part of him that no one else did.
And I hated myself for wanting him to belong to me like I did him. We were just sex. Nothing else…
"Do you really want to know?" I smirked, leaning my head forward in a silent plea for a kiss.
He hummed deeply, keeping our kiss chaste but intimate as he squeezed my bottom lip securely between his. "Every detail, lover."
"I came home, had a light dinner and a glass of wine, watched our video, took a shower and came on the showerhead, wishing it was your mouth…"
He exhaled shakily before dragging his chin between my breasts, turning his head to the side to suck the soft skin into his mouth, tasting everything but my nipple. "What else?"
"I talked on the phone to people who don't matter…tried to watch TV to take my mind off of your cock but that didn't work, so I watched our video again. And I made myself cum, but it did nothing for me. I was still aching for you."
The tip of his tongue pressed against my nipple, his eyes searching mine before he sucked it hard into his mouth. The sensation of feeling all of him against me was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. We'd never come together outside of the hospital before, so anytime we found the opportunity to fuck, we were typically clothed and rushing to find our release.
What would happen now that we had all night long to explore each other?
A burning question remained in the back of my mind, but I refused to acknowledge it. Where was the blonde, plastic woman he called his wife? No, jaded girlfriend's on the side asked questions like that. He was just my pleasure, I didn't need anything else from him.
"You've needed me all night?" he whispered against my puckered nipple, letting his teeth scrape against it while waiting for my reply.
I nodded, feeling vulnerable over what I was about to admit. "I've needed you more and more…it's like every day, all I can focus on is the way you make me feel when you look at me like that. Like you want to devour me. I need it, all the time."
He crawled up my body until his lips were brushing against my own, not kissing but merely touching mine as he spoke. "Do you think it's any different for me?"
"I…I don't know," I confessed, spreading my legs wider until I could feel his awakening cock pressing against the place I needed him most.
"How could you not know, Bella?" he asked me sincerely, our eyes connected deeply as we stared, an emotion filling his soft green that terrified me as much as it exhilarated me. I could sense the moment he felt it there, because he quickly masked it with his desire for me. "You're my fuck-toy, lover. I always want you on my dick, and tonight is no exception. But I want you to feed me first, I've been fantasizing about your pussy on my tongue all fucking week."
He flipped me abruptly, switching our positions on the bed until I was straddling his stomach, his conceited, beautiful smirk back in place as he smoldered up at me. "Come on," he whispered, taking my hands as I shimmied up his body until my thighs were on either side of his head. "Are you still weak, baby?"
I was still lightheaded from the pounding he had given me over the couch, but I could feel his breath on my pussy and I needed another fucking release in only the way he could give me. He took my hesitation as my reply and lifted my hands until they were wrapped around the wrought-iron headboard, then steadying my hips tightly in his grip. "Just hold on, you won't fall. Now listen, you're going to set that beautiful pink pussy right on my tongue, and then you're going to ride me, Bella. I want you to cum in my mouth until you collapse. And then I'll catch you. And then I'll fuck you. Do you understand me?"
My eyes fluttered closed as I swallowed thickly, wetness pooling in between my legs and coming dangerously close to his awaiting lips. I looked down into his eyes and I understood exactly what he needed me to do. He wanted me to be selfish now. I was always so concerned with what I was doing for him, the pleasure I gave him. He wanted me to concentrate on everything he gave me…just for tonight. "I understand," I whispered, running my thumb along his plump bottom lip, then running it through my wetness and over his lip once more.
He growled against my thumb, lapping at it before lifting me up and bringing my center closer to his mouth. "Fuck my mouth, take everything, lover."
My fingers tensed around the headboard as I lowered myself onto him, the hot wetness of his mouth sending a jolt of pleasure straight through my body. He loved tasting me, and I loved how enthusiastic he was over sucking and biting me into mind-altering orgasms, but we'd never done it like this. He was always so determined to remain in charge of our trysts, but tonight, he was giving me the reins.
I started off slow, letting the wetness of my pussy and his tongue glide together effortlessly in smooth, small undulations. His fingers dug into my skin, encouraging me to take more from him. I groaned deeply as my head fell forward, my heavy eyes taking in his dark messy hair and the thin sheen of sweat that was forming on his brow. "Bella, take it!" he demanded sharply against my swollen skin, slapping my ass and gripping me firmly until I finally let go, thrusting my hips harder, frantically sliding over his face, his stubble providing the perfect sting that was only bringing me closer to the edge.
I let myself surrender to the pleasure, my mind vacant of anything but our noises, my need, my throbbing pussy and how much I desired the man I was riding. I let out a grunt that closely resembled a cry, releasing one hand from the headboard and burying the other in Carlisle's hair, pulling it hard and guiding him as I rode his tongue rigorously. I felt rejuvenated, light as a feather as he lapped at my heated flesh, swallowing down my arousal and everything he made me feel. "I'm gonna cum," I whimpered, sliding harder against his mouth, pushing deeper and moaning as his teeth nipped against my lips. He grunted beneath me and sucked me as I rode him, the added pressure sending me hurtling over the edge as I screamed out his name, my thrusts random and jerking as I pushed against him, pulsing on his tongue as he fucked me with it.
I felt wild and uninhibited, pushing through my intense orgasm and not stopping as I took more from him. His moans became higher instead of deep and guttural, signifying just how much he was enjoying my liberation. His fingers were pressed so tightly to me, the mattress crying out loudly in protest as I took him on the bed. I thought of nothing but my wet pussy and his hot tongue and this need, the fucking need we were finally feeding.
He spread my cheeks and tongued me deep, his tongue hard as my sliding soon became a frantic bounce on his mouth. It was too much, I was losing my mind as he held me against him, taking back some of my dominance because it was crushing me. I came once more and it made me choke, my breath lodged in my throat at the powerful shudder it sent ricocheting throughout my body. "Please, Carlisle," I begged, thighs shaking around his head as he clawed his way down my back, encouraging me with his deep hums vibrating into my pussy.
"More," he demanded. "One more and I'll fuck you so goddamn good, baby. Come on!"
"Fuck," I cried, abandoning the headboard and gripping the pillow on either side of his head as I spread my legs wider, moving so fast, working towards something so colossal, I wasn't quite sure I'd survive it. The madness he created inside me was lethal, it was all-consuming and I had no way to define it. It frightened me and yet I never wanted it to end.
I was so close again, the deep ache inside my belly crackling and popping until it burned inside my body. I knew this climax would be painful when it unleashed, but I also knew it would send me into the utmost euphoria. He did this, he gave me heaven and hell, he sent me to a world I didn't even know existed and I wanted it all the time. I didn't want to wait until the hospital was slow or he had a spare moment to unzip his pants.
There was something more and we wouldn't allow ourselves to feel it. We wouldn't allow ourselves to give in because it was bigger than us. "Oh God…"
I came brutally once more, my body officially giving up as I fell backwards, not knowing or caring where I was landing because I couldn't endure it anymore. He caught me just like he promised, lowering me to the bed and covering me quicker than realistically possible.
He held my tired legs to my chest, pushing them tightly as he entered me with one delectably long groan of pleasure. He folded me like a pretzel as he had his way with my body, his cock so engorged inside me that I could barely handle his length. We were all sweat and slippery skin, desperate cries and frantic movements. I felt as if I were having an out of body experience, watching from above as the muscles in his back flexed and heaved, his narrow hips swiveling and pumping my body into submission.
I blindly reached up and wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, his damp hair twisting in between my fingers as he pounded me down into the bed, his breaths coming out as deep growls. Tears burned my eyes and fell across my lashes, the overwhelming sensations becoming too much for me to take. He saw them and leaned down, licking the salty water from my temple, his mouth smelling and tasting exactly like me. I moaned desperately, so satisfied to know that it was my scent covering the man that gave me all of this.
He stopped suddenly, lips parted drastically as he panted, a drip of sweat balancing on the tip of his nose before it landed on my chin. I rubbed it into me, his eyes indescribable as he leaned back on his haunches and took one of my legs in each hand. He carefully laid them on the bed, his fingers soothing my sore muscles gently before he fell over me, forearms on either side of my head and his sticky chest pressed tightly against mine. He reached down and grabbed his cock, sliding it up and down my pussy before pushing it inside.
I slid my arms beneath his and held onto his muscular back, bringing him closer as my tear-soaked eyes fell shut, his forehead landing heavily on mine. His hips swiveled against my own, not pumping in and out of me but moving inside me, never leaving my warmth. The fervor of our movements had slowed quite significantly, the room silent except for the quiet music in the background, the wet sounds of our bodies moving together and our heaving breaths. My chest felt like it would explode with something else, something real, and I did everything in my power to hold it inside.
I didn't know what would happen if I set it free, and I just wasn't ready to find out.
He kissed me sweetly, delicately, his tongue dragging heavily over mine as it tangled and swept as if each and every one of his movements were calculated. His hips were slow, his cock pulsing and his lips swollen as they covered my chin, my cheeks, my eyelids. His stubble across my soft skin was pure ecstasy, his slow movements so meticulous that I couldn't decide which I liked more, the frenzy we had created or the gentleness that soon followed.
It was suffocating me, it was just too much. "Carlisle," I whispered, my eyes rolling back into my head as his cock pushed into me in just the right spot.
"I can't control the way I need you, Bella," he confessed in a strained murmur, sliding in and out of me with more force now, his hips moving haphazardly as they continued their rapid pace. "Let me cum inside."
I nodded frantically against his forehead, eager for his hot cum to fill me up. I wanted everything he could ever give me.
His hips came down on me hard, a steady slapping of our skin resounding throughout the room as he whimpered desperately into my ear. "Please…" I stilled at the word; he'd never said it to me before, but I knew what he wanted. His hand came between our bodies, his fingers massaging me so fucking hard, my clit so swollen and aching I didn't know if I had it in me to give him one more.
But all I wanted was to be his good girl.
Every time he came down hard on me, I'd push back up, making the pleasure sting with the force. "Cum," he begged me, kissing my ear and sliding his lips down my jaw until our tongues were tangling. "You have to cum on me, lover. I'll lose my shit if you don't. I fucking need it, Bella."
His words were enough to make me do exactly that, and I tightened my grip on him as we moved swiftly together, his breaths becoming shorter and his groans becoming higher until I exploded on him, gripping him so fucking tight through my climax that I nearly pushed him out of me. He held steady, pumping frantically into me until he released, hot, wet, spurting, mine…
He fell on top of me, his skin stuck to mine, chests heaving, breaths not even close to being caught. We laid there for so long, trying to come back down from the high we inflicted upon one another. After awhile I felt him lifting me, lowering my head to the pillow as he moved in behind me, not bothering to cover us with the sheets. I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me, remembering our first encounter, how he spooned me in the on-call room bed, promising all the ways he'd make me see God.
We'd been intense from the first moment we gave into this need.
"I didn't realize you were such a cuddler," I teased, pushing back into him and sighing contentedly.
He chuckled, biting my shoulder playfully. "Usually I'm not, but I figured someone had to hold you together after I so thoroughly rocked your world."
I slapped his thigh, rolling my eyes at his egotistical comment. He took a deep breath and kissed my neck, reaching over me until he grabbed my phone off the bedside table. My phone came to life, our video paused where I'd left it when he'd texted me earlier that night. "Hmm, you were watching this before you called me."
"I told you I was."
He hit play, holding it for both of us to see as he rested his chin against the crook of my neck. "Do you see what I see?" he whispered, his thumb tracing the screen as he squeezed me tighter.
"What?"
"Perfection. You are literally the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, lover."
I turned in his arms, meeting his eyes carefully. It was exhausting to balance upon this precipice, close to admitting something that terrified us both, yet suppressing it to the point that we felt like we'd both burst.
I didn't have to speculate any longer. The moments when his eyes shined with the truth was something I could no longer deny.
"Why did you come here tonight?" I murmured.
He linked our fingers together, his tongue dragging along the inside of my wrist before he kissed me gently there. "Because my dick demanded it."
Another moment lost.
I smiled, grabbing him and moving to lay on top of him. "He's mine," I whispered.
"You're right about that, lover," he murmured softly.
I squealed as he lifted me from the bed, throwing me over his shoulder and slapping my ass. "What are you doing?"
"We're showering…you got us all sticky."
"Yeah, it was all me," I grumbled in mock annoyance.
"Are you tired?" he questioned, setting me down carefully once we were inside the bathroom.
I shook my head, a coy smile covering my lips and for some reason I couldn't quite meet his eyes.
He smiled widely, his eyes searching the floor as his hand slid beneath my hair and wrapped around the back of my neck. "I don't want to waste it, Bella."
I nodded, swallowing heavily as he reached down to start the water.
"You won't walk tomorrow," he chuckled, shaking his head.
I knew it was true.
And for every ache that filled my body tomorrow, I'd carry the memory of Carlisle Cullen on top of me, beneath me, behind me…and it would all be worth it.
It always was.