Disclaimer: Meyer is the lucky woman here, I won nothing of Twilight. I just own this twisted plot. sigh...
A/N: Okay, first up, apologies for taking a while to update. I went through a life fail, in which my net was gone, along with other connections. Meh
Then, I thank my voters from the bottom of my heart. Even though I didn't win an Indie, I loved that people loved my story enough to vote for it. Also, I thank the person who nominated me for the Indies in the first place. Muaah!
Now, with FAQs (because I've been a total FAIL at replying to reviews. My apologies again.)
-Pregnancy?
No, Isabella's not getting knocked up in this fic.
-Was Edward involved with Tanya at some point?
Yes, but it was more like a one-night stand thing. He couldn't stand her thoughts. And yeah, it was his first time. He never got intimate with anyone else after that, because the thoughts he heard were too jarring.
-Why is Edward rude towards his family?
Simple, because he thought that they would stop him from pursuing Isabella. And he doesn't like their intrusion. I think I've conveyed this enough in my past chapters.
-Will the Cullens come back in picture?
Yes, they're not out of the picture at all.
"Beautiful…"
Edward stared at her in awe as she quivered in ecstasy, her body dancing to his finger's rhythms.
"Erotic…"
The feel of her silken love canal was too sinfully pleasurable to be heaven.
"I'd settle for hell," he mumbled incoherently as he saw Isabella reach the pinnacle of pleasure.
Her soft cries echoed off the walls of the hall. She clenched around his finger, shocking his senses with the flood of her hot essence. Her petite body went completely rigid in his arms as she threw her head back in wanton bliss.
"Bella, yes," Edward growled, panting heavily, "take the pleasure from me… you're so ravishing."
He raked his eyes across her body, from her lust-ridden face to the point where his finger disappeared into her. She looked enticing beyond comprehension. Her heart thudded so loudly in her chest, Edward felt as though it would spring free any moment.
The thought of her beating heart prompted him to look at her pulse points. As if to grant him a better view of her jugular, Isabella slumped her head to one side, her eyes still closed.
Edward fixated on her exposed neck with the eyes of a hunter. Her blood flowed rapidly, hypnotising him with its natural draw.
He growled loudly, now in a hungry, predatory way. Thinking about her saccharine blood was a mistake. Edward struggled to contain his bloodlust as a sudden urge to sink his teeth into her translucent skin gripped him.
Just as he was about to claim her throat, Isabella opened her eyes and locked them with his.
There, in those warm brown irises, he saw his monstrous expression. His lips were curled back over his teeth, and his eyes were pitch black.
Isabella gasped, and he was sure that it was a gasp of fear.
No! his mind screamed, She must not see the monster! She must not know that I'm a predator!
Her hands trembled against his chest while her eyes witnessed the hungry ones of Edward.
"M-Mr. M-Masen," her lips quivered as she whispered his name, "Ed-Edward?"
The sound of her voice subdued the monster and brought back the man. Hearing his name in Isabella's sweet, innocent voice sent jolts all over his body, enough to suppress his bloodthirsty side for the time being.
Edward closed his eyes and stopped breathing. He decided to concentrate on her sexual responses instead. He realised that his finger was still buried within her womanly folds, and he took his chance. Isabella had seen what he hadn't intended her to see, and now, her memory was to be meddled with.
As if getting a whiff of his plans, Isabella tried to wriggle out of his grasp. He held her in place with his other hand still around her waist.
"Edward?" she repeated his name in an alarmed voice, but he didn't listen. He opened his eyes and gazed into hers with a reverent expression. In her eyes he saw what he wanted to see—his own eyes changing back to amber.
His fingers slowly renewed their ministrations on her, and her voice got caught up in her throat.
"Yes, Bella, feel it, I want you to feel it," he purred seductively, and her response was instantaneous. She arched her back and whimpered against him.
"Ugh—Mr. Mase—Edward—what are you doing to me?" she squeaked between her gasps of pleasure as Edward quickened his movements.
"I'm giving you pleasure, love," he replied cockily, feeling in control again.
"But—oh!" she moaned, "Pleeease! What is happening to me?" It seemed as though she was talking to herself then, and Edward found himself amused with her reactions. Her naïveté about her own body especially made him smile.
"Don't fight it, give in. You should enjoy it," he murmured in her ear, "You like it, don't you?"
"Mmhh, I don't know," she replied breathlessly as her hands fisted his nightshirt.
"You do know, sweet Bella," he brushed his lips over her kiss-swollen ones, "You're not admitting it yet."
Isabella closed her eyes and moaned into his mouth as the lust-filled bliss took over her body again. He kept moving his finger at an even pace until her quaking slowed down.
She collapsed against his chest, panting wildly as her frail human body tried to cope with the new sensations. He removed his hand from between her legs and inhaled her love nectar that now coated his fingers. It would seem foolish to think so, but he thought that it was even more potent than her blood. He lay back, pulling her against his chest, revelling in the scent of her essence.
Tentatively, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them. She tasted heavenly, and he wanted more, but he was willing to wait. He wanted to take this intimacy slowly with Isabella, to adapt to her and learn to keep his vampiric hunger at bay. Even though it meant that he wouldn't get his share of pleasure yet, he was ready to give this small sacrifice for a much more pleasure-filled future.
Edward looked down at Isabella, observing her face as her breathing evened out. She had fallen into a slumber. He let her rest, for she needed it. This was her first sexual experience, and it must have drained her physical and emotional strength.
Such a fragile little human, he thought, still observing her face, a beautiful fragile human…
Carefully, so as to not jostle her, he framed her sleeping form in his arms and got up from the settee. He carried her to his room and laid her on his bed, tucking her under the quilts.
Edward observed each intake of breath, each rise and fall of her bosom, each sigh and quiver as she slept soundly for the remainder of the night.
Isabella shivered violently. Her vague dream of hugging a cold rock dissipated into darkness as her eyes slowly opened.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes furiously, but the darkness remained as it was. The only light that reached her eyes was the faint glow of the approaching morning, allowed in by the open window on the far side of the room.
As she tried to get her bearings, Isabella realised that it wasn't her room. Yet, the room felt distinctly familiar, she noted groggily.
Her lips parted involuntarily to let out a yawn. Her eyelids felt heavy with sleep, and her head seemed a little disoriented. Feeling parched, she reached for the glass of water that occupied the nightstand. After emptying the glass, she plopped back into the colossal bed and pulled the covers up to her neck to keep herself warm.
The sweet smell of vanilla and honey filled her senses. It was one of the most pleasant smells she had ever inhaled, yet it made her stomach knot in a strange way. Edward's scent permeated all the layers of covers, the quilt, and even her clothes. Isabella lightly traced the thin layer of clothing that covered her. She was wearing only a camisole.
"Where's my nightgown?" she mumbled in her limbo.
Instantly, the memory of her discarded nightgown returned to her, lying on the floor of the grand hall, beside the settee where she and Edward…
Her body tingled in a strange way, especially between her legs. She gasped and covered her mouth in disbelief, but she didn't get enough time to reflect on the missing nightgown and the following events.
The bathroom door opened, and in came Edward.
Isabella squeezed her eyes shut and as if possible, tried to sink further into the bed. She heard him moving around the bed and decided to feign sleep. She felt too embarrassed to face him. As if on cue, her cheeks grew hot. She tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths, but Edward's scent only accentuated her discomposure around him.
Edward smiled to himself as he heard the flip-flop of Isabella's heartbeat. Very stealthily, he moved to her side and pulled her quilt back slightly. Her breathing hitched, and he bit back a chuckle. She was trying to fake sleep. He didn't know the motivations behind her actions, but it amused him no end to see her composure fall apart.
He knew that he would have caught her act even if he had been a human. The thought made him wistful, and he considered the numerous possibilities with such a scenario. Foremost of them was—he wouldn't have to pretend to be normal, to be human, to have the pleasure of her company. In addition to that, there would be no threat to her life, and he wouldn't have to hide in the shadows while she enjoyed the sun.
Edward exhaled heavily, feeling a little disquieted with his own thoughts.
A jagged breath from Isabella halted his musings. He noticed that she was shivering. He quickly closed the window that he had left open while climbing back into his room, returning from a quick hunt.
Edward shook his head wryly, thinking about how many times he would have to hunt after he became intimate with Isabella. This would be a nuisance since he never required hunting within such short intervals. It wasn't a want, it was a necessity, considering his maddening thirst for her blood.
Isabella shifted under the covers as he returned to her side. She was beginning to get restless.
Since it was already morning and she had had a good night's sleep, he decided to tease her a bit. He slipped beneath the covers and scooted close to her. His body was still warm from the hot bath he'd just had, and he felt relieved for that.
He began tracing lazy patterns on her arm, relishing the satiny feel of it. The resultant goose pimples on Isabella's skin made him chuckle lightly. He was glad that at least her bodily responses weren't hidden from him like her thoughts.
Edward brought his hand to her neck and lightly grazed her creamy skin. She took in an unsteady breath, and he felt her whole body quiver. Through her sheer camisole, he could see the tiny peaks rising slowly from the swells of her breasts. He fought the urge to slide his hands inside her camisole and claim her bare, warm skin.
Instead, he moved his face closer to hers and brushed his lips lightly over hers. Her lips parted as she exhaled a lungful of her sweet breath. His lips twitched over hers as he heard her poor heart overexert itself again.
He trailed open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and whispered in her ear, "Good morning, love."
Her eyes fluttered open, her lashes brushing across his cheek. He enjoyed their soft caress immensely.
"I hope you slept well?" he asked, capturing her lobe between his lips, tasting her skin with his tongue.
He felt her body stiffen at the gesture, so he moved down to kiss her cheek softly. Laying a claim on her by force was not an option; Edward wanted to conquer her bit by bit, as gently as possible.
His hand rubbed her neck and collarbone in small circles, and he felt her taut muscles relax a bit.
"You didn't answer my question," he reminded her as he moved back and lay on his side, facing her.
"I… this is your room," she mumbled timidly, stealing a glance at him but not meeting his eyes.
"Yes, it is. So?"
"I don't even remember when I fell asleep," she admitted, her voice turning into a whisper.
"I remember," he answered smugly, admiring the deepening blush on her cheeks.
Isabella's eyes flickered to his face, a myriad of emotions playing in them. He gave her a lopsided smile in return and brought his hand to hers, lacing her fingers with his.
"Last night," she hesitated, her eyes drifting downward, "Wh-what did you do to me?"
"I gave you pleasure," he replied, planting a kiss on her hand. He observed her closely for any signs of fear, wondering if she remembered his momentary lapse in control.
Isabella seemed confused; and Edward was relieved for that. He moved closer to her and nudged her on her back as he locked his lips with hers. She surprised him by kissing him back, and he deepened the kiss, brushing his cool tongue with hers, keeping his teeth in check. Edward was elated with her response. He wanted her to desire him as much as he desired her.
His hands slipped beneath her camisole, caressing her abdomen before finally settling on top of her breasts. Their softness was more wonderful than he had imagined; a low purr escaped his lips as he caressed them.
Isabella froze, which he had anticipated, but he didn't cease. His thumbs rubbed across her taut nipples in small, deliberate circles. Her back arched a little in response, and Edward was immediately rewarded with the heady scent of her arousal.
Isabella whimpered against his mouth, her eyes fluttering and rolling back.
Edward pulled away to let her catch her breath, admiring the simple human action with awestruck eyes. He lavished her collarbone with kisses while his hand traced below her abdomen and cupped her between the legs. He was glad that he had removed her drawers last night; it meant fewer hindrances along the way.
"Mr. Masen!" she squeaked suddenly, her eyes meeting his in a heated gaze.
"Edward," he reminded her, feeling his breathing escalate along with hers.
He pushed a finger into her gently and very slowly, knowing full well that she was more aware of his actions in this moment, as compared to last night. Slick with her essence, her folds parted easily, granting him ingress.
Her eyes fluttered close, and her lips quivered. She grabbed his shoulder with one hand while the other fisted the covers beside her. The heat from her body intensified, enveloping Edward. He bit back a groan of pleasure, not wanting to startle her.
"Bella," he murmured into her ear as his finger began moving inside her, "don't panic, love. It's normal to feel pleasure."
She whimpered heavily at his words, and the scent of her arousal thickened in the air around him. He smirked at her response.
Her lips parted as though she wanted to say something, but nothing came out except heavy exhalations.
"Enjoy the sensations," he continued to murmur into her ear. "I want you to enjoy it."
"I don't understand," she spoke finally, her voice strained.
She opened her eyes and tried to focus on his face. Her expression held a strange mixture of fear and desire.
"It's as old as Adam and Eve." He dipped his head to taste her mouth again. "Be my Eve," he whispered on her lips.
He felt her legs spread beneath him to grant him more access, and his lips formed a triumphant smile. He sucked on her lower lip while inserting another finger into her heat. Her body began to move slightly, and he noticed that she was trying to match the rhythm of his fingers.
Isabella was opening up, and he was happy for melting her. She was right where he wanted her. He pressed the heel of his hand between her legs and was rewarded with a gasp from her.
Leaving her lips, he moved his mouth along her breasts, eliciting more pleasurable noises from her mouth.
"E-Edward, what's happening?" she asked frantically, panic rising in her voice again as she tightened around his fingers.
"It's the peak of your pleasure, don't fear it," he assured her, his own voice heavy with lust.
With a cry of pleasure, Isabella fell apart beneath him, her eyes unfocussed and her lips parted. He caressed her heat until her quivering muscles relaxed.
Her eyes closed shut again as she caught her breath. Edward moved back and took the opportunity to suck the ambrosia that coated his fingers.
As he appraised her half-naked form, Edward debated in his mind whether to wait or to take her right away. She was under the influence of lust, and he knew that she wouldn't deny him.
Suddenly, her stomach voiced the sound of hunger—a low rumble in her abdomen. Isabella opened her eyes and looked at him sheepishly as her hands came up to rub her stomach.
She was a frail human, and for her to satisfy his needs, she needed her vitality. She needed the nourishment.
"Time for breakfast," he told her as he got off the bed. "Get ready while I get the breakfast arranged."
Isabella nodded meekly and slipped away to her room without a word.
As he got dressed for the day, Edward couldn't help but think about relieving himself of the pressure that had built in his manhood. It was almost painful, akin to being starved for months. He knew he needed release, but he was stubborn. He was not going to impose himself on Isabella.
Edward wanted to have not just one, but many nights, or days of pleasure. It was apropos to working on finding a treasure; the victory was sweetest when achieved with some effort.
Besides, he didn't want to be like the men he often used to hunt, like Rosalie's fiancé, the man who had brutally forced himself upon her.
The sound of a loud crack resonated inside the room, and Edward realised that he cracked his wardrobe door by gripping it too tightly. Rosalie's memories were too lucid, and Edward couldn't control his responses.
His arousal instantly died, and he took comfort in that. It was the only good thing that happened upon remembering Rosalie's plight.
He closed the wardrobe gingerly, so as not to cause more damage to it, and then left his room promptly.
Downstairs, the mansion staff was beginning their day with their usual chores. Edward fired his commands at the kitchen staff, telling them to make breakfast for Isabella as quickly as possible. He wondered if his actions had worn her out, so he wanted to get her fed as soon as possible.
From the kitchen, he made way to his study, his personal sanctuary, to hide until the breakfast was served and eaten.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Isabella stumbled around in her room, trying her best to get ready as quickly as possible. Her stomach burned with hunger, and her limbs swayed about as though she had lost her command over them.
Everything seemed amiss, and it threw her off balance.
Her mind drifted back to Edward and his hands, his hands that touched her and ignited a strange desire in her.
The dressing table rattled as she banged her palms on top of it, her breaths coming out in heavy pants. Edward did this to her, and she couldn't deny the pleasure she felt at his touch.
Isabella looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing her deepening blush. She shook her head and took a deep breath, attempting to purge the feeling of a thousand pleasurable tingles in her body.
One of the attendants came to her room and informed her that breakfast was ready.
With a heavy sigh, Isabella lifted herself from the dressing stool and followed the attendant to the dining room.
"Where's Mr. Masen?" she asked the attendant after she noted Edward's absence.
"He's in his study," the attendant replied nervously, "he eats his breakfast there only."
Isabella's brows knotted in confusion, but she didn't ask any further. She had a distinct feeling that it would bring wrath for the attendant.
The attendant then left promptly, looking like a frightened mouse.
Isabella didn't understand this oddity in Edward's nature but decided to eat her breakfast alone. She told herself that it must be a habit of him to eat his food at his workplace, and it would take time to change it.
After having her breakfast, Isabella started for Edward's study, but her approach was halted midway as she spotted Edward on the foyer only. He seemed tense, and Isabella began worrying about the change in his mood.
Then, as his face turned towards her, his features relaxed and turned into a breathtaking smile. Isabella felt dazed under its effect.
He strode towards her and quickly cleared the distance between them.
"Bella, I need to head out immediately," he said, drawing her closer by her waist. "There has been strife between some labourers near Lake Everett. I'll have to handle that myself."
"But—"
He didn't give her any time to respond, cutting her off by planting a quick kiss on her lips. "I'll see you at dinnertime. Goodbye, love."
Edward strode away in haste, leaving Isabella in the foyer, feeling confused and worried for her husband.
As she headed towards the grand hall, she tried to think of a way to alleviate Edward's tense mood when he returned.
Her mother had once told her that food soothed the soul, so she opted to make a lavish full course dinner for Edward. She was confident in her culinary skills, and it brought a smile to her face.
Summoning a maidservant, she quickly asked for a tour of the kitchen and began her work immediately.
"How was your day?" Isabella asked Edward upon his return, holding on to the bedpost nervously.
"Good." He gave her half a smile.
"I hope that issue of labourers' strife is resolved?"
Edward nodded as he shook out of his waistcoat.
Isabella bit her lip and broached the subject of dinner. "I'm glad that you arrived just in time for dinner," she said, her eyes fixed on the floor.
"Dinner?" he asked, and she saw him freeze in his tracks, as though it had shocked him. She had hoped to surprise him pleasantly, but his reaction told her otherwise.
"I-I know that I don't need to cook," she tried to make her sentiments known, "I wanted to… for you."
His face looked too serene suddenly, as though he was wearing a mask. She immediately regretted her decision to make dinner for him, for it seemed as though it didn't please him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shock you like this." Feeling extremely foolish, Isabella quickly made for the door.
Edward grabbed her arm and stopped her. He tipped her head up by her chin and gazed into her eyes, a smile forming on his lips.
He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her gently.
"You don't need to trouble yourself, Bella," he said softly, "But I really appreciate your effort. So, let's go downstairs. I'm hungry."
Isabella looked wary of his words, but she couldn't contain the smile that flashed across her face. At last, she was happy to do something for him.
Edward almost shuddered at the thought of eating human food. He had to do it on his wedding day since everyone was watching, but he didn't know he'd have to repeat it again so soon. Isabella had put her heart in it, he could see it on her face, and he didn't want to disappoint her. He wanted to play the good husband, for it would keep Isabella satisfied. Her contentment was crucial for his aspirations.
He linked his arm with hers and descended the stairs, his mind running through all the minds inside the mansion. He was curious to know what she had made for dinner.
By the time they reached the dining room, Edward was contemplating pretending sickness or simply bolting from the house. Isabella hadn't made a measly meal, she had made a full course meal, including appetizers and dessert.
It was going to be a torture for him to eat everything, but he had no other option but to gobble up all the food. Isabella would not be happy if he tried to hedge, and it would in turn make his night barren.
Hence, with a heavily drawn breath, he braced himself for his vampiric martyrdom on human food.
"Oysters," Isabella mumbled, pushing a dish full of raw oysters towards him after they got seated. Edward groaned internally; the oysters smelt awful.
He picked up the oyster gingerly, holding his breath. With one swift move, the oyster was in his mouth and down his throat. The lingering pungent taste in his mouth was making him gag, but he kept a straight face for Isabella's sake.
Edward tackled the rest of the oysters in haste, so that he could get rid of them quickly. Yet, the actual source of his anxiety wasn't the oysters, it was the main course.
Roasted mutton and stewed rabbits followed the oysters. They were even more nausea inducing than the oysters. He stared pointedly at the meat, as though it would jump up from the platter and attack him. So instead of letting the meat pounce on him, he attacked it.
Edward stuffed the food in his mouth and tried to swallow it as swiftly as possible. He briefly wondered if he looked like a savage ape.
"You haven't even touched your wine," Isabella commented from across the table.
He nodded silently and gulped down the wine, almost spewing it out in the next second as his body rejected it.
After dumping the rabbits and mutton in his non-functioning stomach, he waited for the dessert, rather impatiently.
"So," Isabella began, fiddling with the tablecloth, "How was it?" Her cheeks were already rosy pink, the shade getting darker.
Her blush accentuated the scent of her blood. Inhaling it brought some relief to Edward's senses, even though it scorched his throat.
He smiled at her and complimented her cooking. "The food was wonderful, Bella, just like you." You're much better than the food, though, he thought to himself, appraising her flushed skin.
"Thank you," she said awkwardly, "I have made bakewell pudding for dessert."
She offered a healthy helping of pudding to him, her eyes brimming with satisfaction. Edward was glad that he managed to fool her.
With a heavy sigh, he dug into the pudding. He would have to purge all the obnoxious food later, much later…
Isabella was perched on the edge of her bed, running a comb through her hair absent-mindedly. A part of her was happy, for she was now playing out her part as a wife rather nicely. Edward seemed satisfied, and that satisfied her in turn.
They had dropped the supper again today because of the plentiful dinner. Edward had complained of overeating, citing her 'splendid' cooking as the culprit. He had praised her cooking, and his compliments were still making her blush.
Yet, there was a part of her that felt unsettled. She sometimes thought that she was hallucinating, with Edward's eyes changing colours in tandem with his oscillating moods. She was afraid to inquire about it.
She got up hastily and padded to her dressing table to place her comb back.
Suddenly, she felt the hard contours of Edward's body pressing against her from behind. A flustered gasp escaped her lips as he grabbed her waist and drew her closer.
"Did I ever tell you how beautiful your silky hair is?" he spoke in her ear, planting a kiss just below the lobe. She shivered at the contact.
"Or perhaps, I should say everything about you is beautiful." He nuzzled her neck, breathing heavily into her skin.
"Thank you…" she exhaled softly, feeling a bit lightheaded which she blamed on the wine.
"Don't thank me for stating the truth, love," Edward murmured and then surprised her by lofting her into his arms.
She squeaked and gripped his neck with her hands as he carried her to his room.
He all but threw her on the bed and began unbuttoning her nightdress. "Get rid of this," he said in a rough voice, "I want to see you."
Isabella's whole body shook with anxiety and anticipation; she didn't know what lay ahead. Her tiny hands tried to assist Edward with her gown, but he was far more proficient with the task.
After throwing her nightdress off her shoulders, Edward claimed her lips. She wound her fingers in his hair and noticed that they were damp. He had taken a bath again; and she noted that his body felt warmer than usual.
She then felt a gentle tug on her lower half and noticed him removing her drawers. Her violent shaking increased, even though she tried to calm herself. She didn't know what was going to happen, but she trusted Edward in what he was doing. He appeared to know.
Edward's tongue gently slipped inside her mouth and caressed hers while his hands pulled her camisole up and cupped her bare bosom. She uttered a strange keening sound as his thumbs massaged her peaks; she never thought she could make such noises.
Edward detached his mouth from hers and trailed towards the curve of her breasts. He pried her hands from his hair and moved them beside her head. She tried to move them back, but he kept her wrists locked in his vice-like grip.
He buried his head in the valley between her breasts and inhaled slowly. The edges of his wayward hair tickled her skin and she began squirming.
"Edward," she rasped breathlessly, "it's tickling…"
She felt his lips curve into a smirk. "Really? How much?"
"Edward!" she protested and then tried to wrench her hands free. "Pleease! Let me—"
Her words got garbled in her throat as she felt his cool tongue roll over her pebbled nipple. He made circles around it, licking her tightened flesh repeatedly before closing his lips around it.
Her whole body convulsed as the sweet sensations coursed through her. It was extremely overwhelming.
"Stop jerking," he ordered suddenly, his lips brushing her skin ever so lightly.
"You're doing this to me!" she spoke up, finally finding her voice again, "I don't even know what's happening!"
Her own voice sounded so hoarse and strange to her ears; she blamed Edward for that as well.
She heard him chuckle, and that made her resume her struggles beneath him.
"I meant it when I told you stop these sudden movements, Bella," his voice sounded more threatening now, and she immediately stilled in his grasp.
He made a gruff noise of approval and then proceeded to wrap lips around her stiffened peak again.
Isabella clenched her empty fists and shook her head from one side to another to stop herself from shaking. The bliss inducing sensations were making her mind hazy, and she thought that she might faint.
"Breathe, Bella," Edward said, raising his head from her bosom, "I didn't tell you to stop breathing."
Isabella drew in a shaky breath and looked him in the eye. He was smiling at her in a way that could only be described as evil. And his dark eyes only added to the evil smirk.
Edward let go of her hands and pulled her up into a sitting position. In one short movement, he tugged the camisole over her head and threw it beside the bedpost.
Feeling extremely awkward, Isabella lowered her head and let her hair hide her. She knew he had seen enough, but still, the thought of being completely exposed to him made her jittery. She cowered away towards the ornate headboard, watching his every move.
Edward stepped off the bed and began removing his nightshirt. Isabella's eyes wandered across his sculpted frame as his shirt joined her camisole on the floor. The rest of his clothes followed suit, and soon, Isabella found herself appraising Edward in all his unclothed glory.
She realised that her jaw was hanging open at the sight in front of her and promptly corrected herself. Edward looked like a chiseled masterpiece, as though all the greats had come together to create him.
Isabella just stared and stared, awestruck. Although she had never seen an undressed man before, she was convinced that no one could come close to Edward's perfection.
Seeing that this rendition of perfection wanted her ignited a raw passion inside Isabella.
She desired for him to want her.
Edward crawled back into the bed and gestured for her to come forward. She made no move to comply, too stunned with her own thoughts.
"Come here," he called in a seductive voice, "I haven't got an eternity to wait for you."
He bestowed upon her his typical lopsided smile and gently gripped her ankle. Isabella yelped in surprise as he pulled her beneath him in one move.
His lips found hers again and all her thoughts melted away, giving way to sensations. She felt Edward everywhere; caressing her, gripping her, pulling her closer, flush against him.
His fingers found ingress to her love canal, and she sighed in pleasure, this time giving in and embracing it with fervour. His lips only accentuated the feeling with flurries of kisses all over her skin. Her back arched into his touch while her head pressed into the bed.
It was overwhelming, and even though she knew what was coming, the sweetness of the blissful sensation didn't wane. The room echoed with the sounds of her own making, her lips parted to let out the cries of pleasure.
The ebb and flow of sheer ecstasy hadn't even faded when she felt something else against her womanly folds. It wasn't his finger, it was much thicker.
She tried to look down, but Edward's head obstructed her vision. His face was nuzzled in her neck, and she could hear his heavy breathing. Her hands found solace in his hair again as she felt the pleasurable tingles anew.
His hands traced all her curves before flattening against her thighs, pushing them apart slowly. Edward lifted his head from her neck and heaved himself up. He towered above her, and she felt intimidated by his dark eyes.
He pushed his lower half against her, parting her legs further to settle between them snugly. This time, she could see the hardness that was nudging against her heat.
Edward leaned forward, driving himself into her slowly. Isabella gasped as she felt herself being stretched. It was uncomfortable but pleasurable still.
It won't be very pleasant, dear, but it gets better as time passes…
Her mother's words suddenly sprung forward in her head, reminding her of the advice she had given her once, just before her seventeenth birthday. Isabella hadn't paid much attention to it at that time, but now, it seemed as though her mother had given her a fair warning.
Edward thrust again, and Isabella felt a sting of pain between her legs. Her breathing was becoming laboured, and it felt as though she wouldn't be able to accommodate him.
"Edward…" she whimpered, "it's hurting."
She looked up in his eyes and found them as dark as a moonless night. His face was a mask of concentration, and she feared to break it. She heard him mutter something to himself, but it was too low for her ears.
He then thrust forward, more forcefully than before.
Isabella's mouth opened to let out a scream, but nothing came out. Silent heaving was all she could manage as the pain seared through her.
Tears flowed from her eyes and clouded her vision as she tried to push Edward away. He didn't budge one inch; he was like stone, unmoving. His expression didn't soothe her either; it looked like a sneer, with his teeth bared to her. She blinked her eyes rapidly to clear her vision, and the clearer she saw, the more frightened she became.
Edward began growling then, the vibrations shaking her up and increasing the pain. Her body tensed and another whimper escaped her lips, drawing his name out in a desperate plea.
Suddenly, Edward closed his eyes and stilled entirely. The muscles on his neck looked strained, as though he was reining himself in. Complete silence followed. For a while, the only sound inside the room came from Isabella's wheezing and crying.
"Edward, I'm hurting!" She clawed at his chest, gaining no purchase on the smooth skin. "Please release me!"
Then, without warning, Edward removed himself from her and lunged back towards the window.
Disoriented, Isabella pulled herself to the edge of the bed, feeling the ache between her legs pulsate. She looked down and saw blood smeared across the sheets, seeping straight from her nether region. The blood shocked her, and she suddenly felt nauseous.
"I'm bleeding," she whispered and then looked at Edward.
Standing at the open window, he glared at her with such animosity that she felt a shudder go down her spine.
"Go to your room, immediately!" he barked at her.
She cringed but got up from the bed to collect her clothes. Her legs gave out, and she wobbled unsteadily, just managing to catch the bedpost to steady herself. Her whole body ached, and she didn't understand any of it. Tears flowed freely from her eyes now as she attempted to gain her bearings.
Edward saw her struggling and took a reflexive step towards her, but then he stopped himself instantly. The smell of her blood was too potent in that moment, too powerful. He couldn't help her in this state, when he was the greatest danger to her.
The open window helped a lot. As the night breeze drifted inside the room, Edward just about managed to keep a hold on his predatory tendencies. The fresh air diluted the strong scent of Isabella's blood, and thus, kept Edward from going deranged.
Isabella wrapped a bedsheet around herself and finally managed to pick up her clothes. As she hobbled towards the door, Edward fought every muscle inside his body to stop himself from lunging at her.
She was a prey, a prey that was slipping away.
"Bella," he called her just as she reached for the door. She looked back at him, her eyes wary and afraid.
"Take a warm bath, clean yourself," he managed to mumble and then waved her away.
He could hear her tiny, unsteady steps as she made for her room, and the sound coaxed him to follow her, to chase her down.
An injured prey… easy prey…
He shook his head and took a huge gulp of air from the window, in hope of clearing his thirst-fogged brain. It did help.
But then he saw the tiny drops of blood on the floor, her blood, the sweetest blood ever. It called to him, even when it was far colder on the floor for his liking. He leaned towards the floor, his eyes fixated on the blood.
Edward knew exactly what would follow if he dared to taste the ambrosia that lay on the floor. He would want more, and there was only one source that could give him more—Isabella.
Isabella would die, and Edward would lose his chance with her…
*Ducks for cover*
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