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RATED M FOR LEMONS, LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND DISTURBING SUBJECT MATTER.

Edward gets a little too frisky in this chapter.

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Chapter 6: Risky Business

I was a predator. She was my prey. There was nothing else in the whole world but that truth. ~ Edward Cullen, ''A Midnight Sun''

June 10th 2008

~Bella's POV~

It's been about two days since our last conversation about being physically intimate. Edward obviously thought that he was off the hook, that he 'frightened me away' with his ever-scary vampire antics and probably thinks I wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole. To quote the man himself, he's 'horribly mistaken.'

We lounged lazily on the leather couch in the front room of his house as the others were away hunting for weekend. He had one arm wrapped around my waist as he flipped nonchalantly through hundreds of channels.

"There's nothing on," He said, collapsing his back onto the couch, defeated.

"Well there are other things we can do…" I said slyly.

He looked at me in question. "And what might that be?"

I tucked my legs underneath me and sat up, taking a slow breath. I placed a hand gently on his leg for leverage and leaned in, parting my lips and closing my eyes. I felt a sudden gust of wind as my hand fell to the leather.

"Are you insane?" He shouted from across the room. "Do you not remember what I told you just a few days ago?"

"What, you think that's really going to deter me?" I huffed, tucking my arms across my chest and pursing my lips.

"Yes, I thought perhaps the stars were aligned just right, and maybe - just maybe - you finally got it through that thick skull of yours that we CAN NOT have sex while you're still human!" His eyes were wide with anger and disbelief, his hair wild and his fists clenched.

I felt the heat pool in my cheeks as my temper rose. "No!" I yelled, stamping my foot hard on the ground. "I will NOT be a married virgin, Edward. That's just cruel!"

He let out a short laugh. "You're kidding, right? This is all a bad joke."

"No! I'm serious, Edward. I'm NOT JOKING!" My voice must've rose to an octave I've never used before since Edward stepped back in surprise. His face fell as he sat onto the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh god, you are insane," he groaned, his back hunched and his eyes shut.

I stood in front of him. "Oh yeah, I must be really fucking insane to want to something remotely sexual with my husband-to-be," I spat.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with rage. "Bella," He started slowly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, calming himself. "I'll eat you."

I rolled my eyes. "You've been saying that forever and it hasn't happened yet."

"Yet," he repeated in a grim manor.

"So we're just going to wait till one of us has a spontaneous combustion of sexual frustration?" I knew that one had to get to him, or at the very least make him think.

He was silent for a few beats, looking away, trying to figure out the best way to articulate what he was thinking. He opened his mouth to speak, but then quickly closed it and shrugged.

"You bring up a good point," he acknowledged, nodding his head. Of course I do, I thought morbidly. If only he could read my mind… sometimes.

"And I know you didn't forget about our other conversation – about how it's 'prudent' for us to 'practice'," I said, air quoting him sarcastically.

He snorted, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "It's like you want me to kill you." He muttered, almost too softly for me to hear.

My anger fumed as I clenched my tiny little fists until my knuckles went white. I grumbled and stomped my feet like a nine-year-old having a temper tantrum causing Edward to bite back a laugh. This got me even angrier, of course.

I went into a fit of animosity, spewing obscenities from the tip of my tongue to Edward, who stood there dumbfounded, occasionally seeing the sides of his mouth fight against an oncoming smile. Of course he would find my fits of rage hilarious.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU PROMISED ME!" I hollered, closing the gap between us and pounding my fists on his stone chest as hard as I could possibly muster, knowing that it would probably cause nasty bruises, but not caring.

"Bella – " He exclaimed. My breathing was rapid as he fought to control me, grabbing onto my wrists gently, holding them to my side.

"My goal, for now, is to get you to our wedding. Alive," He said, enunciating the last words slowly as if I didn't understand English. He released my wrists quickly and looked away.

I huffed, my body still vibrating from rage. "That shouldn't be difficult," I grumbled, still not convinced that I was in any danger in his presence.

I felt the tears before they even settled in my eye sockets. I took a deep breath, trying to hold them back, but it seemed to just make the process faster.

In no time at all (and I really mean that) tears as big as crocodiles were running down my face. I turned away from Edward, embarrassed by my now cheerless and sloppy face and lack of composure.

He was beside me instantly. "Please don't cry, love," He said in his soft, tender voice, caressing my cheek with his cold hand.

My nose ran as tears continued to roll down my cheeks, Edward locking his arms around me. I burrowed my face into his chest in a poor attempt to hide from the world at that moment. Edward stroked my hair soothingly, murmuring words of kindness in my ear.

I took a shaky sigh, pulling away. "You – you don't… want me…" I choked, as relentless tears ran down my face.

"Shhh," he cooed softly, kissing away my tears away with soft pecks.

I pulled out of his embrace, wiping my soaked face.

"Feel better?" He said, giving me a soft smile. I nodded in reply as he brushed a strand of hair to the back of my ear. He softly lifted my chin, making me swoon from his golden eyes.

"Bella, if I were human, I would have deflowered you a very long time ago," His said sternly. I snorted at his old-fashioned vocabulary.

"What?" He beamed, clearly happy that my mood turned for the better.

I shook my head. '"Deflowered?"'

His eyebrows furrowed. "You don't know what that means?"

"No no," I shook my head, "I know what it means but… you're just old."

His expression was priceless: Pure shock, his mouth slightly agape.

He was silent for a few beats.

"Does that mean you're not mad anymore?" He said, a sudden smile spreading across his face.

I groaned, and turned away from him, crossing my arms and tapping my foot. It was true; I couldn't stay angry with him for more than ten minutes. It was beyond frustrating. But I was determined; I wasn't going to relent or give-up.

He was behind me instantly, his cool arms wrapping neatly around my torso.

"Please don't be angry with me, love," He murmured, his cool breath against my ear. I shuttered, his sent wafting around me, causing my head to feel light. He traced his ice-cold fingers lightly on the soft skin behind my ears, slowing moving down the nape of my neck.

"No fair," I managed to breath out, his obvious diversion working.

I heard him chuckle lightly behind me, replacing his fingers with his soft lips. He kissed down the side of my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist, holding him to me. I pressed myself back into him with enthusiasm.

Is this really happened? I thought. I must've gotten through to him somehow.

But I must have jinxed myself. He pulled away with a groan, causing me to sigh in disappointment.

"Bella, trust me, I would love to," He said, reading my disgruntled expression plastered clearly on my face.

"I haven't been myself lately. If you would have imposed this a few weeks ago…" He said, thoughtful.

Excuse me? A few weeks ago? What? I was perplexed. I didn't know where to begin and what to say. A thousand questions were piling up in my mind at a hundred miles per hour.

"What has changed since then?" I raised an eyebrow in question.

"Your blood. I yearn for it. I've always had – don't get me wrong – but now, the need for it is more powerful than ever. I made the mistake of tasting it, which had detrimental effects on me. It's like… oh, how to explain it…" He looked up to the ceiling, as though that had some sort of magical answer. I wish.

"It's like I've relapsed. Just that little drop, that taste. It drove me insane – and it still is. Devouring you is all I can think about, in one form or another," He gave an impish smile at this, baring his teeth.

"I've been repressing the urge for human blood for almost a century now, and it's taken its toll. But that's sadly not all. I want you, Bella. Please understand that. I want you to the point where it hurts, to the point where I can hardly control it. Do you comprehend how that makes me feel? How scared I am? Of myself?" He looked at me sternly now, waiting for me to answer him.

I stood there wide-eyed before him. "Errr…"

"If I keep repressing these urges, I'm worried I'll be driven to the point where I'll lose control, lose the ability to differentiate between my morals and my needs. I'm very confused, as you can tell, very torn." He shook his head, lacing his fingers through his hair.

"And these thoughts…" He continued. "I can't control them. They're violent, immoral, and grotesque." He shook his head, disgusted, trying to rid himself of those thoughts.

"It's troublesome. It's engraved in my nature, something I can't change or part with. And trust me, it's always in the back of my mind."

I was finally beginning to understand. He was at his breaking point, ready to boil over; worried he might kill me and not even realize it. He was already going against the natural order of things by dating his prey. He built up tolerance to my blood and scent, but now it seemed to disintegrate. Vanish.

And to top it off, his hormones were off the hook.

"I can't loose you, Bella. I've waited for my mate for too long, I can't bare loosing you," He mourned, his face depressingly twisted with morbid thoughts. I could only imagine what he was thinking.

"Well…" I breathed, "I have an idea…"

His golden eyes beamed with inquiry. "Do tell."

I stepped closer to him, my movements slow and thought-out, eyeing him suspiciously, making sure it was alright to be close.

I laced my hand with his, kissing his long delicate fingers.

"You said it was prudent to practice," He immediately began to pull away, but I stopped him, stepping closer.

"I think it would be safer if we do practice. Baby steps. And if we have to move the wedding back, we will, it's no big deal. Honestly, I'm worried you'll burst, and I don't particularly want to be eaten alive."

He chuckled lightly. "Well that's a relief. All this time I thought you were just waiting for me to combust and murder you."

I rolled my eyes and continued. "We can go slow… like really slow, if we have to. And I promise I'll tell you if you hurt me…or frighten me in any way. We can make this work, I promise," I said, looking into his eyes meaningfully.

He placed a cold hand on my cheek, cupping my face, and kissed me. Hard. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to wrap my arms around him and press myself into him. I didn't want to make any fast movements, so I let him lead.

His cool lips moved with mine softly, his tongue tracing my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I opened my mouth as he deepened the kiss, groaning at his sweet taste.

He pulled away as I gasped for air.

His face was wild. "Jesus, Bella, you taste amazing."

Before I could reply, he was back at my mouth sucking on my lips and forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. I was being overloaded with vampire pheromones, and those are the most powerful pheromones out there.

He laced one hand in my hair, holding my face to his. The other was placed on the small of my lower back as he groaned, pushing his body into mine.

Heat rose to my cheeks as I felt his need; the proof that he did want me, in all the same ways that I wanted him (if not more).

My teeth grazed lightly on his bottom lip, making him let out a low, menacing growl which vibrated through my body to the tips of my toes.

He pulled away apologetically. "Sorry," He breathed.

"Don't be," I whispered, assaulting his face with kisses just as he did mine. He didn't push away. Instead, he welcomed my wet kisses with a needy sigh, breathing me in.

In a fraction of a second I was on my back on the leather couch, Edward hovering over me, keeping his weight off my fragile body. He kissed down my neck, trailing his fingers down my body to the hem of my shirt, lightly touching the tiny bit of skin exposed between my pants and shirt.

Although the touch was light, I shivered in response. This time, though, he did not pull away. He continued to feather my neck with open-mouthed kisses, my body growing increasingly more fervent.

He pressed himself between my legs, making me gasp at the feel of his hard length through his jeans. He groaned, deep and sultry, never taking his eyes off my face, gauging my every reaction.

My heart began to beat rapidly and irregularly, causing my face to flare up and burn a deep red, which I'm sure reached my stomach. These ordinary and unavoidable human reactions made me self-conscious in front of my all-to-perfect fiancé.

My stomach curled deliciously as he pressed himself into me again, rubbing his length against my now drenched center. I moaned, pressing back into him with the same heated enthusiasm, tearing at the buttons on his shirt.

He chuckled, grabbing my wrists gently. At first I pouted, thinking he was going to stop, but instead he ripped his button-down off in one fluid movement, the buttons flying everywhere.

I began to unbutton my own shirt, before cold hands clamped around my wrists holding them immobile.

"Bella…" Edward's eyes burned sternly into mine, his face pleading.

"Please, I want this. I trust you," I begged, my voice sounding slightly like a five-year-old whining.

His eyebrows furrowed and he sighed, beginning to pull away. I immediately locked my legs around his hips and wrapped my arms around his torso.

"I'm not letting you go," I shook my head.

He let out a short laugh, and continued to pull away smoothly, my arms and legs no match for his supernatural strength and stone body.

He stood up from the couch gingerly and turned around, looking for his shirt.

He picked it up from the ground and held it up. "Another vampire casualty. It's a sad day for the polyester community," He laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

"Huh," I gave him a fabricated smiled as my mind was far from reality.

I was inwardly plotting against Edward's fragile sexual restraint. I knew now that he was acceptable to temptation and lust, and was devising a plan to use exactly that to my advantage.

Here we were again, lounging on the leather couch with absolutely nothing to do, flipping through the monotonous channels on the Cullen's big-screen plasma surround-sound.

He had one arm wrapped around me as I lay partially on top of him and the couch. I nuzzled into his side watching the sun descend below the trees from one of the many large windows.

"Edward?" I began, looking up at his perfectly sculpted face.

"Hmm?" His eyes lit up instantly.

"Why were your eyes completely black the other day? I've never seen them like that before… even when we first started going out…" I rambled on.

He smiled. "I was about to bite you. It's the closest I've ever been to losing control with you. Quite the eye-opener, if you will." He squeezed me into his side, kissing my forehead.

We fell silent, staring blankly into the television screen.

"Hey Edward?" I asked again.

He chuckled. "Another question? You're full of them tonight."

"Never mind," I said quickly, taking it back and falling silent.

"Bella," He warned a few seconds later, "I'm dying over here."

I snorted. "I hate to break it to you, but you're technically already dead."

He gave me a stern look in reply.

"I forgot," I said simply, my cheeks burning from the lie. I could almost feel my nose growing longer.

He shot me another stern look, raising his eyebrows.

I sighed. He was never going to let this down until I ask.

"Well… I was just wondering… you know…"

He rolled his eyes. "No, I don't know," He said sarcastically with an edge of annoyance.

"Fine," I spat back bitterly, crossing my arms.

"Please tell me," He begged with his eyes like a poor little puppy. And how could a vampire remind me of a puppy? I don't know, he just did.

I groaned. It wasn't a fair fight.

"Well… I know you have venom in your mouth…"

He nodded.

"I was just wondering why you're able to kiss me without me going into some kind of epileptic shock?"

He laughed boisterously. "That was it? That was the big question? You got me worked up for nothing."

It was my turn to shoot him a stern stare.

"Our venom effects a human only if it's directly exposed to the bloodstream. Hence why I can kiss you just as much as I like without any worry," He said, parting his lips and kissing me softly. I sighed into his kiss, and suddenly became needy and heated as he pushed deeper into my mouth.

I laced my fingers through his messy hair, attempting to lock his face to mine as our tongues danced together. I suddenly felt something sharp against my tongue, causing him to pull away with a loud hiss.

"Careful love, sharp teeth," He winked, continuing his assault on my mouth.

My tongue again slipped between his lips, and curiosity (and the obvious love of danger) got the best of me. I slowly, but deliberately dragged my tongue along the front of his teeth.

He pulled away, his eyes wild. "Bella –" He warned, "Those are very sensitive. And if you do that again," He said, picking me up swiftly and throwing me onto the sofa, "I might just lose every form of sanity I have left." He smiled, pinching my sides causing me to squeal.

Have to remember that one. I thought wickedly to myself.

His face was inches from mine before he stood up, sighing and smiling to himself. I pouted; knowing that our physical episode has came to an end.

But I wasn't ready to stop.

"Dinner?" He asked. I nodded, my mind far from the present.

I suddenly felt strong and lethal. I knew what had to be done.

He turned away from me for a second, giving me enough time to unbutton my shirt fully, exposing my purple satin bra. My heart was beating out of my chest as my breath cracked in my chest.

He sensed my change. "Bella – " He turned around, his eyes bulged from his head before he composed himself.

His eyes smoldered immediately, turning into deep, dark amber. My stomach curled as I bit my lip, my face flaring.

He closed his eyes and turned away. "What are you doing?" He asked, his voice rough and laced with disapproval.

I felt a pang of reject radiate through my body as embarrassment flooded my features. Tears began to swell in my eyes as my heart fell. My worst fears suddenly came to life: He didn't want me, I knew it. He's disgusted, repelled by my body.

"Please look at me," I whispered, biting back a sob.

He movements were faster than what I expected, taking me by surprise. He was suddenly kneeling in front of me, his eyes wide, ogling at my chest.

"You're a vixen," He growled, pushing my back into the couch roughly, kissing my lips with such force I'm sure it left a bruise.

I knew what I was doing was risky business, and I was about to delve in to uncharted territory, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I was diving headfirst into a tank of sharks, but wasn't the slightest bit worried. I was purely excited, my body thrumming with electricity, condemning myself into damnation.

We were suddenly in his bed, our bodies tangled and frantically kissing one another with rushed impulses. He tore my bra away with a growl, arousal flooding my core, sending shivers of pleasure to the tips of my fingers.

He pressed himself between my legs as I whimpered, teetering between pleasure and absolute pain. His jaw was taught and his eyes were closed above me as he pressed himself into my pelvic bone again and again, the friction driving me insane with lust. His arousal was prominent, causing his jeans to strain under the indisputable force being brought on.

I moaned as he cupped both of my breasts, arching my back into his cold touch. He rolled his thumbs over my nipples, causing a rush of pleasure to roll throughout my body.

He kissed along my jaw, his hands roaming over my breasts and stomach with unbelievable quickness as I tore and ripped at the button on his jeans.

I finally undid his pants, antsy to finally see the package that was always carefully concealed and put away. My hands were itching to touch him (not to mention shaking from pure anxiety) as I pulled down the zipper.

I looked up to see Edward towering over me on his knees, his ebony eyes observing closely. I pulled those damned pants past his hips along with his boxers, revealing his very firm manhood. I couldn't help but gasp at the size and girth. Was the size natural? I didn't have anything to compare it to, and he was a vampire after all.

"Was that a good gasp?" He asked in a husky tone, looking down at me with genuine curiosity.

I could have laughed. "Oh, it was a very good gasp," I nodded, looking at the wonderful work of art before me.

I ran my fingers up the side of his length, mesmerized by the soft texture that seemed to be even smoother than the rest of his body. It seemed malleable, but at the same time completely stiff and immovable, much like the rest of his stone-like structure.

I wrapped my tiny hand around his length and squeezed, eliciting the most delicious growl that vibrated through my entire being. I began to move my hand as I remembered from a few nights' back, causing him to moan in pleasure as his head fell backwards. His hands were clenched tightly at his hide as his arms shook with restraint.

"That's it, Bella, just like that," He groaned, as I began to pump faster. His eyes stayed fixed between my face and my hand's movement, his face contorted with pleasure.

"I've wanted this for so long," he rasped through clenched teeth as I kissed his chest. It almost brought tears of happiness to my eyes, hearing him say those words. I never thought in a million years a man of his caliber would possibly want such a plain girl like me.

He abruptly grabbed my wrists, making me jump in surprise. I looked up at him in question and saw a grim face looking back.

"Wha – " Before I could even get the words out of my throat, he pushed my back against the bed, knocking the wind from my lungs. I gasped for air, as Edward moved over me is a flash, thrusting his erection onto my pelvic bone roughly.

"Edward," I moaned, as he created a rhythm with his hips, pressing himself onto my sensitive sex.

He took a deep breath in, his eyes rolling to back of his skull.

"You smell so good when you're wet," He growled, as I drew out a moan in response.

My mind was on another plane of existence, somewhere between absolute bliss and satisfaction. I was floating, invincible. I finally got through the unyielding, bullheaded Edward, something I didn't think was remotely possible a few days before. If only I knew!

He kissed along my neck, resting his body on mine, the cool putting out the fire, which dwelled inside of me. I relaxed into his touch as his hands roamed over my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moaned, continuing to press his hard length onto me, creating the most delightful friction.

His movements suddenly became more frantic as his thrusts became more powerful and rushed. His groans became a series of loud growls and hisses as he laced his fingers through my hair, pulling tightly.

I winced, and he continued to pull. "Ow, Edward…" I whined. He pulled away for a fraction of a second, revealing his face.

My heart felt like it stopped, my gut dropping to the floor. Edward's eyes were entirely black, as if his irises swallowed his entire eye. Deep red circles formed under the eyes of the monster on top of me as he bared his teeth. I knew in that moment that I dug my own grave. He warned me, didn't he? And I just kept pushing…

"Edward, stop," I pleaded, trying to push the immovable chunk of granite above me. I wasn't sure if he felt my struggles, or if he heard my cries, but I sure as hell wasn't going to give up.

I felt his cold nose along my jaw, tracing along the side of my neck as my breath hitched in my throat. His body pressed onto mine more firmly, restraining me to the bed.

"Edward… Please, don't…" I begged, hoping that there was still some form of sanity still left inside the corpse above me. But there was none. The Edward I have come to trust and love had been completely destroyed by the monster that possessed him.

He growled in reply, pinning my shoulders to the mattress and my arms to my side. He breathed in sharply near the base of my neck as I trembled.

I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath, bracing myself for what was to come. I felt a sudden sting of pain at the side of my neck and I knew he bit through, his teeth sinking through my skin just as a knife would through soft butter.

He released a loud and primal growl as he took the first painful gulp from my neck, embracing my body to his. He bit down again and again, releasing my vital fluid into his hungry mouth as blood dripped down the side of my neck. I could feel a warm, wet puddle forming underneath me, and I could only guess it was my own blood.

"Edward, please, you need to stop," I breathed, my muscles turning limp and my head spinning.

Edward…" I tried again; as he brought his hand over my mouth to muffle the cries. My one last hope completely lost.

My vision began to blur and falter and my heart strained to keep beating. My breath was becoming shallow as my head swam. An eerie cold began to course through my loins as my pulse slowed. I could hear my heartbeat thrum loudly in my ears, impending death, my body growing numb.

Everything was fuzzy around me, the walls seemed to move, and then suddenly, they didn't. Nothing did. Nothing felt.

I was engulfed in complete and utter darkness.

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