A/N: Rosette's Chapter.
Was this really happening? Could I honestly be in his arms, nude except for my thin chemise polled around my waist? The cool air of the bedroom slammed into my skin and I shivered. My whole body was sensitive, the nerves swimming in intense heat that forced everything to be more surreal.
My face flushed as I felt my nipples become hard against his chest. Our lips were still welded together, forcefully dominating the other. Every time I thought I had him at my will, that I was in control, he would move his lips just enough to spear his tongue inside my mouth.
The way we kissed, so rough and with wild abandon, reminded me of our relationship at the moment. I was still his servant, and he my master, but at this time it did not matter. We were equals in this, and I think I preferred it that way. There were even chances for either one of to take control of our predicament.
Wanting to test out my theory, I pushed my hips forward, barely brushing against him. A deep groan came from his chest and I took the moment to override his power. I liked this, the way I could make him do something for me for a change. I let out a breathy laugh as I broke away to breathe.
Within a second I was thrown onto the bed. My back hit the soft sheets and I bounced a bit. Edward's eyes went to my exposed chest - the emerald was so dark. My hands twitched to cover myself, but I forced them to grip the sheets. The way he looked at me, the way his eyes darted over me, appraising me with obvious enjoyment made my spirits soar.
No one had ever looked at me with this kind of lust. Not the disgusting look of old men who spotted a new young lady. Not a married man who spies his mistress for the first time, and certainly not the way a greasy man would look at me.
Edward watched me with appreciated eyes. His eyes were almost kind, if not for the fact that I could clearly see how I affected him. I bit my lip, trailing my eyes down the rippled lines of muscle. Must every man in this mansion be so well defined? He reminded me of the statues in the Town Square that I'd passed on my way here. His muscles flexed and twitched with each slowly passing second.
I let out a breathy sound as my eyes landed below his waist. The light bronze trail of hair led to something far more glorious. Of course I'd seen such a thing on statues the structure of a man, even in books or paintings. In the flesh it was more than I'd ever thought. Before I'd been almost disgusted with the very thought of a man without his trousers, and now I stared directly at his hardened length, desperately imagining what he would be doing to me with it.
His stomach moved a bit, and the air vibrated around me. It took me a second to realize he had chuckled. I looked back up, embarrassed to have been staring at him, but he was smiling, one side of his mouth higher than the other. He looked overly confident and a bit cocky.
"Do you approve?" His tone was teasing, but his eyes were serious. The arrogant air did not sit well with me. We were supposed to be equals, and I wanted equality at the moment.
"I wouldn't know. I certainly hope you know how to… use it." My voice quivered a bit, but I kept a serious and straight face somehow. His expression hardened and before I had time to think over it, he launched himself at me.
I shrieked, but his finger covered my lips. His mouth was on my neck, hot heavy air washed over my flushed skin. His index finger rubbed across my bottom lip, moving itself inside my mouth. I gasped as I felt it brush against my molars. My eyes closed and my skin heated, the thundering of my heart smothering every other sound.
His tongue lapped at my skin, swirling, sucking, licking, and even biting at every chance he was given. My legs quivered, my breathing accelerated and I laid there helplessly under his control.
The taste of his finger in my mouth was embarrassingly enticing. He was sweet, much sweeter than he should be. I could taste perfumed soap, and also the pure taste of Edward. He was salty, but there was also a hint of cologne. His strong scent that reminded me of tart ambrosia was now on my tongue, forcing dirty thoughts to swim through my mind.
His finger moved to my tongue, stroking and feeling the wet muscle. I could the feel his knuckles hit my lips as he slid it in. Oh dear God! What was this man doing?
I played along, not wanting to be the one under his spell. I bit down on his skin softly, making him jump. His teeth moved to my skin then and he bit it softly. I squeaked and he laughed into my neck, pulling his finger from my mouth.
"Such a playful little thing." He mumbled as he took the finger I had bitten and examined it thoroughly. A small red mark was visible, and I liked seeing it there; I wanted a little mark to remember this.
His hands grabbed my chemise and slid it quickly down my legs. He threw it to the floor in a second and his hands went to my ankles, sliding his hands up my legs slowly. I squirmed, his skin was so soft, but the feather light touch he used was sheer torture. I was prepared to scream for more.
As his hands ran up my calves and reached my knees he grabbed them roughly and pulled them wide apart. My eyes flew open and I began to breathe even heavier. I could feel the flush on my cheeks go down my neck and to the tops of my breasts. He was observing me, his eyes looking me over as if he were deciding if I was good enough.
I bit my lip. Oh God, I knew it, I'd known this from the start. I wasn't good enough for someone of his stature. He was probably used to primped women like Rosalie or the women at the ball, dressed up and educated in proper etiquette and manners.
I shut my racing thoughts up as I felt his fingers brush me lightly. I whimpered loudly, not caring anymore if I was pretty enough or right for him. I wanted to feel it again. I could feel him closer, his fingers sliding up and down my core, playing with me, controlling my body and the sounds I made.
His eyes were locked on mine as he pushed the top of his finger into me, slowly moving past my tight insides. I screamed this time, not able to control the sounds I made. It was too good, too much. I wanted more. My whole body screamed for him and I couldn't control the incoherencies that slipped past my lips.
My legs shook horribly and my hips moved upward for him. I had lost all control over myself. I couldn't find it in me to be embarrassed anymore; there wasn't any point. He rubbed me right above where his finger was buried inside me and I screamed again, this time the shapeless sound forming into his name.
The sensitive nerve sent a jolt through my body. My hips bucked up and he complied by doing it again. Could it be possible to die from this feeling? I'd gladly die of pleasure. Never before had I ever felt this way.
"Oh… sweet… oh, God…" I panted with each twist of his talented fingers. "M—more… please," I could hear my erratic breath bounce through the room, forcing my chest to rise and fall quickly, strange noises coming frequently from my throat.
His fingers were gone then, and I almost yelled in frustration before I felt his lips touch my naval and his tongue slide up. He moved between my breasts and pressed the flat of his tongue against my nipple. The same jolt shot through me and I arched into his touch.
"So responsive, dear Isabella." His teeth nipped at my collar bone. "You've cause me so much trouble and yet you finally listen to me in this – the most primal of acts?"
I tried to think of a snarky remark but my brain was not functioning. His hands gripped onto my hips and pulled my legs up, my knees almost touching my chest as he draped them lightly across his shoulders. I gasped as the sudden movement created an amazing friction.
I felt him, I actually felt the length of him touch me. It pulsed against my warmth, my wetness seeped onto him and he thrusted up without entering me. I grabbed onto his forearms and dug my nails in to stop myself from panting. How much longer would I be able to hold out for?
His breathing was heavier than mine, though. I took hold on that and concentrated on his heavy breaths instead of the unreal feeling that swept through my body.
Please, please, please was the thought that passed through my head at each pass. My body trembled helplessly below him. Just a bit harder, a little faster… oh God, I could feel it… I could feel the sickening tightness in my stomach I was so close, so damn close.
He didn't speed up; he didn't even go a harder. He left me without the friction of his warm torture and instead I could feel his fingers spread me. I wanted him to go back to what he was previously doing, but the way his brow furrowed and his eyes became glassy I knew he was just as close.
I felt him inside of me, just a bit, but it was enough to make me scream his name. Edward pushed in, a loud moan stringing from his throat while I shoved my nails harder into his forearms. No, it wasn't supposed to feel like this.
I threw my head back and clenched my teeth, feeling the hot tears prick at my eyes. I'd had worse, of course. I'd been whipped once or twice, but this; it was here and now, in the present. My muscles felt like they had been ripped up. A different kind of warmth spread through me and I dared to look down.
Instead, I caught Edward's eye above me; they were wide with sheer panic. His mouth was hanging open and he eyes, too, looked down at where we were joined. I should have felt embarrassed, but I couldn't find it in me to think of him looking at me.
Slowly, he pulled out, and a perfect line of red, small and clear slipped out. I gasped and Edward looked back up to me. Concern painted his face and he spluttered a bit.
"Are you alright? I forgot my manner completely! Please, are you in pain?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." I mumbled, a bolt ran down my spine and I could feel my hips slowly start to undulate. "Just… um… please, move…" I bit down on my lip, not looking him in the eye. How could I?
He complied with my request without a thought and I could feel the shock float through me. The pain was laced a perfect heat that had my legs quivering over his shoulders. I liked this too much, the way I was stretched to fit him, the way the line of hair on his naval rubbed against me perfectly with each thrust, and especially the way his jaw clenched and unclenched.
I was mesmerized by the column of his throat. He would swallow, allowing the Adams Apples to bounce and his muscled would clench in his shoulders. My hands moved from his arms and into his bronze hair. I tilter his head forward and his soft lips moved roughly with my own.
"Edward… Edward… m-more, ah…" I panted into his mouth. His hips moved faster, hitting a deeper spot inside of me. I could feel the peel of lighting that ran through my system and I let go of any control I was holding on to.
"Oh… God… Bella… Bella, it's too good." I could barely hear him. The sound of my heart thundered along with his own loud pulses. I couldn't hold on; I could barely do anything but scream out his name and other gibberish that made little to no sense.
The shot of adrenaline rushed down my spine, but it was so much stronger than that. I could feel the muscles tense in my legs and my hips bucked upward towards him. Everything inside of me made a warm flow and I could feel everything about him. Each thrust that he delivered, the way he delved even deeper before his body shuddered right above mine and the exact way his hips moved forward.
My legs slipped down over his shoulders to his elbows while he nearly fell on top of me. My heart thundered inside of me and I smiled a little. I felt like I was floating, like the world was beneath me and I was on a cloud. Edward was beside me, his hand still on my thigh as he panted.
A bell rang from downstairs and I heard feet scudder quickly outside the door to the room. My heart sped again, was someone there? Had they been listening? I sat up, but Edward's arm crossed over my stomach and pushed me closer.
"You will go no where you seductress." He mumbled into his pillow. I tried to pull away, but he moved me closer to him.
"You don't understand!" I nearly shouted, panic flowing through me.
What if it was Alice? What would she think of me? Would Angela think of me as a no good whore? I went through all the scenarios in my head as I looked around for my clothes, all of which were in a soaked pile on the bathroom floor.
"Hmm?" Edward looked up at me, his eyes curiously concerned.
I pointed to the door and swallowed hard, blinking back the tears. His eyes darted to the door and he groaned.
"Certainly, can nothing go smoothly?" He grumbled, and I nodded to myself.
A/N: You didn't really think we'd leave you hangin' without a lemon, did ya?
Some people will undoubtedly be outraged by their decision to jump into bed together so quickly. It obviously would have been more romantic (and, admittedly, more appropriate to the era) had we written it a different way, but this is simply just not that kind of story. They wanted each other, they needed each other, and damnit, they had to have each other!
In short, they got caught up in the moment. What else can I say?
It happens.