Warning: Lemon: If you don't like it then doesn't fucking read it! Don't leave comments and shit saying I'm sick minded for writing this. Well news flash people; ITS CARLISLE AND SAMANTHA'S WEDDING NIGHT! They are going to fucking have sex!
Disclaimer: Yeah I don't own twilight, or Carlisle sadly, they belong to Stephanie Mayer. Samantha is mine though so don't use her!
Rating: M
Pairing: Carlisle/OC (Samantha)
Heavy Lemon!
I was pacing uneasily, the floor boards creaked under my foot steps as I went past the window again and again. I was only in my suit pants, seeing as the other items wouldn't be necessary for tonight, as I awaited my bride to finish dressing down.
I smiled wildly, my bride, Samantha was my wife truly and lawfully, soon we would consummate that contract.
I stopped pacing, my muscles clenched in my arms and back, my jaw tightened and my teeth clenched. I would have to harm her; I'd have to cause my new wife pain in order to show her that I truly loved her in every way, even physical.
From the moment even before I'd turned her I knew she was innocent in ever aspect of the word, pure as Mother Mary, My virgin Samantha.
I suddenly heard the sound of her slow breaths, the clicks of her heels on the wood floors as she walked down the hallway. By the way her breath kept trembling I knew she was , I wondered if she knew anything about a wedding night, anything besides the fact that it would hurt. This was one of those times I wished I possessed Edward's mind ability.
"It's just Carlisle, Samantha"
I heard her whisper to herself, almost knob jiggled slightly as she grabbed it, I ran to the door just as she had turned the knob and cracked open the door enough to poke her head in. My eyes met hers as I gaze down at her and pulled the door fully open.
Lord was she just ravishing this evening. Her long hair was down, the curly tresses falling over her bare shoulders in a chocolate wave, her night dress, as I examined her up and down, was one I'd never seen before; it was a soft ivory color, so light it almost blended in with her skin, the cut was a deep V shape and left just enough cleavage revealed for the mind to wander to dirty thoughts. And by God her eyes shined, like liquid honey gems and her sweet blood red lips trembled slightly.
"Absolutely ravishing, compleatly stunning" I whispered removing my hand from the door frame and moving it to her cheek. She leaned into my touch almost instinctivly, her eyes slipped closed and covered the sparkling frozen honey.
"Are you afraid darling? Or nervose?" I asked softly.
"Why should I have fear?" Her eyes re-opened, gazing up into mine with intense passion "your here to guild me through this"
I removed my hand from her face so I could take her small , I pulled her into the room, the moonlight that streamed in threw the window bleached our skin a translucent white. With my free hand I slid the lock into place; I heard Samantha's breathing tremble again.
I turned to her, gazing down at the beauty before me. I could tell she was nervose,nervose for logical reasons. All her life she had been fed that loosing her virginity would be painful, that her husband would ravish her hard and fast, no caring if she bled or cried.
"We don't have to do this sweet heart. We could just lie in one another-"she placed a slim finger to my lips, her golden eyes full of adoration." No Carlisle tonight is when I want to do this. I've married you, now I want to give you one thing ill permanently never get back"
You gave me your humanity, I thought as I stared into her depthless orbs.
I genially took a hold of her hand, moving it away from my lips and lacing our fingers together; two pieces of a puzzle." May I keep you Miss Van-Garrett?" I saw her glare at me slightly.
"It's Mrs. Cullen and yes you may "she stated, emphasizing Mrs.
Then out lips was pressed together, her arms encircled my neck pulling me against her. I moved my hands up and down the curve of her waist, fingering the silky material of her nightgown. I damned the floor length of the gown, wishing it were shorter.
Quickly, I pulled my lips away and in the blink of an eye I had scooped her up into my arms, cradling her body against my bare chest. She toed off her heels; each fell in a different place with a soft click as I carried her to the bed that had gone unused for the longest time.
It was large, big enough to fit both Samantha and I along with possibly another person or two. On each corner was a cherry wood poster, intricatally carved and polished to a high gloss shine. Hanging from canopy bars were sheath burgundy bed curtains with gold thread that twisted and twined to make golden grape vine duvet matched the curtains, as did the pillow cases, but the sheets were that same white as Samantha's nightgown.
Genially laid her down on the soft duvet, slowly removing my arms from under her knees and back, I let my hands linger on her legs for a moment before I climbed onto the bed, hovering above her small body.
As I lowered my body onto hers I made sure to put most of my weight onto my arms by her head. Our eyes remained locked; she was so beautiful like this; the moonlight making her skin glow in-humanly, her rosy red lips parted as she took slow calming breaths. I remembered a time when the eyes I stared into now used to be a dark storm gray, slate gray even.
My angel, I thought as I softly pressed my face into the side of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. The angel who the Lord had scent to corrupt me.
"Carlisle" I heard her breath softly, almost like a covered up moan.
"Yes, my love?" I replied, looking back to her face. I knew that face, lord did I know that face. I'd seen it on my fathers whores overly painted faces as they seduced him, only it was different on my wife's face.
It almost seemed innocent.
"Sweetheart, Are you sure?" I asked for the third time that night.
"Carlisle" she sighed shaking her head "always worrying about me at the wrong times" her voice got softer as her sentence ended, just before she kissed me. It was almost, ALMOST, chast.
I finally laid on top of her fully, right between her legs. A surprisingly warm area already. I let my hands wander her sides, gracing the sides of her supple breasts and down over her ribcage, to the curve of her waist till I reached her hips and slid right down to her thighs.
I pushed the night down up till it was around her hips, leaving her legs exposed. I groaned softly against her lips, my hands running up and down to the insides of her knees then back up again, each time I got closer to that heat that I knew was bothering my naive bride.
Her skin was smooth as marble, yet soft as the silk of her gown, neither a blemish nor scar. I felt the hardness in my pants getting worse by the moment; the heat coursing from Samantha didn't make it any better.
"Carlisle" she moaned softly, her lips leaving mine and she moved her head to the my lips went to the side of her neck." God Samantha" I groaned, my right hand pulling her leg up and hitching it around me "you see what you do to me" I breathed against her neck.
I began pressing against her then, grinding against her throbbing core teasingly slow.
"C-Carlisle" her hips arched up and I instantly pinned them back down." Be patient sweetheart" I whispered moving close to her ear, my tongue then came out and traced the rim of her ear.
I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest, a smirk came across my pallid lips and my hand left her thigh, running up her stomach and ribcage till I was at her brests."Aroused I see?" I teased, earning a growl from my beloved. Her growl was cut short as I pinched her erect nipple threw the fabric of her gown.
The moan she let out was something between a gasp and a shout. It was sexy though.
I desperately thought I would be taking this slow, but lord I couldn't take this much longer. Slowly I sat up on my knees, pulling Samantha up with me.
I kissed her then, sliding the straps of the night dress off her shoulders before pulling the fabric at her stomach. The entire front fell and pooled around her stomach.
I pinned her hands down to the bed, knowing she would want to cover herself. Her eyes shot to mine as I broke the kiss. They where wide, fear filled.
"Sweetheart, your so beautiful..."My eyes wandered to her brests "so beautiful"then my mouth decended on one of her brests,taking a nipple into my mouth as I began to suck gentally.
"Carlisle!" Samantha gasped, arching into my mouth, her hands grabbing at the lord that sound she was making.
I gently nibbled on the hardening peak, moving my other one to massage the neglected one.
Her moans became gasps and she tilted her head back." Carlisle"
If she kept gasping my name the way she was I was going to end up fucking her instead of making love." Carlisle I...I can't." She shook her head quickly "please, I need you" that phrase was all I needed.
In a matter of seconds out clothes were in shreds on the floor or around us on the bed. I hovered above her again, unmoving and barely breathing. Her eyes were wide again, shifting from my face to my erect length that was pressed against the inside of her thigh. Here was the moment of truth, the moment I would take her as mine; no one else would take the pure essence of Samantha.
Before I lowered myself onto her body I leaned close to her ear "I love you, forever and always" then I moved my lips to her and covered her body with mine.
One...two.., I counted mentally, gripping the sheets. Three! I pushed forward inside of Samantha, streching and breaking threw her hymen.
I swallowed her high pitched scream of agony, I felt her nails dig into my back and draw venom. God what had I done?
I felt her shaking with tearless sobs as I kept still, letting her adjust to my size." I'm so sorry Samantha, god I never want to hurt you again" I whispered, placing tiny kisses over her face, avoiding her trembling lips.
An entire five minutes passed before I even let myself shift slightly, Samantha winced at I began to pull out "I love you" I pushed back in, a groan escaping me. Lord she was tight. I heard her soft whimper, her nails dug in slightly more. I set a slow pace, thrusting in and out of her and kissing along her neck and chest. That was until Samantha surprised me.
"Faster" she pleaded softly. I complied with out hesitation. I felt her stretch around me more as I pushed in and out an intermediate pace. I heard Samantha moaning softly, she spread her legs more making me slip deeper.
"My love" I groaned as I began to thrust harder, the slamming of granite making us both let out gasps of breath.
It seemed like forever went by, the feelings and pleasures only growing stronger between my wife and I, our hands remained entertwined, secretally promising never to let go of one another for any reason what so ever.
Then we hit it, that peek, the edge of the cliff that we both jumped over and shouted each others names. I took one last deep thrust and spill everything into her as she milked me, pulling me tight against her chest panting for breath. As we shook in after shock I looked up at her, panting for breath as I stared into her half lidded eyes." You'll always be my innocent" I whispered before pulling out of her and rolling off, lying beside her.
At first I thought she would turn from me, blame me for her pain, but as I closed my eyes for a moment I felt her snuggle close to me, her head resting against my chest and her arms wrapping around me." Ill always love you" she said softly.
No more words where exchanged, I pulled the duvet over us, holding my wife against me in a protective embrace. My deflowered angel, my sweet Samantha Leann Van-, I smirked burring my face in her soft hair." Cullen"