Chapter Three

Not Right

Bella POV

What had just happened? What the hell had just happened? I laid there, unnessarily breathing hard, trying to rack my brain around what had just happened. I should have realized that something was wrong in the closet. The way Edward had forced his kiss on me unexpectedly, wasn't like anything I had ever felt. It had all happened so fast. I had a feeling. I had that gut feeling deep down. But I ignored it. I had missed him so much yesterday that I just let him have me. I enjoyed it. I was there, in the moment. I'm not gonna lie, even though it seemed forced, his lips tasted so good, that I ignored every feeling and got lost in his embrace. As I laid there, staring at the cieling, I tried to recall every detail of last night. For some reason, I felt overwhelmingly self consious, naked under our sheet. I haven't felt so doubtful of myself in so long, this was confusing me. Why did I feel like this?

I turned on my side, facing away from the man I loved. Granted we don't sleep, he still liked to put on his head phones and listen to music with his eyes closed. He almost looked asleep. I curled up into a semi-ball and let my mind recall everything...

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"I love you Bella. I love you so much, it makes me crazy. Every inch of me aches to be with you and I still don't believe that I deserve you. You are my world. Nothing else matters." And with that, I felt Edward smash his face and lips into mine as if we hadn't seen each other in decades. At first it surprised me, and then I felt like it was wrong. As he stopped to look at me, I placed my hands firmly on his chest so that he would pause for moment. There wasn't much he could hide from me, and even though we couldn't read each other's mind, I had been with Edward long enough now that I knew when something was up. "Are you okay?", I gingerly questioned. Running my fingers through his hair and gently rubbing his arms, I expected him to tell me that he had had a annoying hunting experience with Emmett or something.

"No. No. I'm good. I just missed you so much." He immdiately went back to his task at hand and started nibbling on every inch of my neck and ears. I didn't not want to believe him, so I gave in and let his hands ravish over my body. Even his hands seemed forced. It almost seemed like he was aggrivated at something. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I heard my clothes being shredded and ripped off. I broke from his kisses and glanced down at myself. I don't know why it astonished me, but it did. And before I could ask him another question, his hands angrily groped my ass and yanked my body up so that I had to wrap my arms and legs around him.

My body and head were fighting each other with confusion. My mind was screaming at me to stop this and demand that he tell me what was wrong. To ask him if Emmett may have said something to upset him this bad. Or maybe Alice saw something that might be a sign of danger for us. After everything we had been through, I didn't put it past us that something would always come up. Even now being a vampire, it seemed that anything involving trouble somehow found me. Even though all this was going through my head, my body was betraying me. My body liked this new found roughness. I was acting like I was craving it. I was kissing him with as much force and he was giving me, feeling sharp waves of pleasure that felt like they shot from my heart and all way down to my now unbelievably wet center. I was betrayed again as my traitor body was so pleased that I let out a low yet feminine growl. That seemed to make him go stronger. I could tell that he had started to walk out of the closet to get to our bed, but once he heard me, I felt my body being slammed up against the wall. It smashed behind me and clothes dropped to the floor as I yanked on them trying to find something to hold on to. I kept asking myself where this was coming from. What had gotten into him? I was cussing my body out as I felt myself buck against his body.

I could feel more and more of the poor wall of our closet crushing behind me. We had yet to really do anything, but I was so damn turned on that I felt as if I could release right then and there. I grabbed the back of his t-shirt and ripped it off. I was beginning to not be able to think clearly and that made my thoughts scream more. As if they were being extenguished. I knew in the position I was in, there was no way I was going to be able to get to his pants. And it wasn't like I really cared. I knew they were coming off somehow, and it didn't matter to me who did it. I felt Edwards hands roughly grab hold of my left breast. Kneeding it as if he could rip it off. I wanted to worry about how rough he was being, but my god he felt so good. Damn body. Traitor. I ran my fingers up Edwards bare back, up his neck and into his hair. I could feel his hand feeling every inch of my chest and stomach. I let out a loud moan when his fingers found my wet folds and started circling my clit. "Oh god." I moaned and without realizing it, I had grabbed hold of handfulls of his hair and was pulling as I felt so many jabs of pressure of wanting to release.

I was right about his pants, because as soon as I had yanked on his hair, I heard Edward literally roar from his chest and I felt him slightly bend his knees and what I felt next I don't think I'll ever forget. Edward had always started slow and worked his way up to thrusting harder and faster, but this was different. He didn't go fast, yet he wasn't exactly slow either. Each thrust in me was harder than the last and I couldn't deny my body's betrayal as I growled and moaned so loud I wondered who else was hearing this. The dent in the wall was getting deeper and deeper as he literally ground himself in to me. It was hard, and I was slightly scared, but each drive of his large and hard cock into me made my muscles clench around him and I felt myself very quickly get to my breaking point. Edward was also usually quiet when we made love. There was hiss every now and then, but as soon as I started to cum, I grabbed his back and my nails dug into his skin as I threw my head back and screamed in pleasure, I heard the most frightening, deepest, most menacing growl start in his chest and it was loud and and just as deep when his mouth released it. And with that, I could feel him throbbing with his release against my muscles.

We both stayed there, my legs and arms still wrapped around his as we both heaved hard deep breaths and we tried to control our breathing. My mind was still blank as Edward carried me, still inside me, to our bed. Bracing us with his right arm, we fell onto our bed and he slowly and carefully, as if it were my first time and he was trying to be gentle, pulled out of me and rolled onto his back to lay next to me. I turned my head to look at him, and he was staring at the ceiling with his arms behind his head. He didn't even take a moment to look at me. I opened my mouth, to attempt to say something, but this time my mind was the traitor and I had nothing to say.

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And here we were. We had both said nothing for God knows how long. Now that my mind could think clearly, I replayed the event in my head again and again. Even though my back was to him, I could always tell when his eyes were on me. But I could feel it this time, his eyes weren't on me, as if nothing had happened. Still laying in my semi-ball, with the sheets pulled up to my chin, I felt Edward get up and go to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Okay, I thought. And as I heard him mess with the doorknob of the door to the bathroom, I heard the lock engage for the first time. Ever.

As soon as the click of the lock engaged, my head clicked into place. Yeah. Something is definitely wrong.

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