Rated Mature!!! Do not read this chapter if you are under 17 or weak of heart.

Very, very Graphic!

BTW: sorry for the long wait to update. I was lazy.


A day has passed since I saw them drive away, leaving me to my problems. I missed Bella, she was my forbidden fruit. I haven't moved from the sofa since I came back in the house. What a site I must be! I'm a depressed, confused monster! I couldn't help but allow a small, bitter chuckle out. I couldn't take this any longer, I needed to do something, I needed to get out. I dashed up the stairs to change within seconds I was out the door and on the way to Samantha's home. I stood at her door gently knocking. Seconds later the door opened.

"Hey, I haven't seen you around in a while. I thought you left," Samantha said once she opened the door.

"Yeah, I've been caught up," I mumbled. "They left, went home. Bella ended things."

"I'm sorry. Do you want to come in?" I nodded my head. I followed her in and shut the door.

She turned around to say something, but I wouldn't allow it. My urges, my impulses, hell my teenage hormones took control; my lips were forcefully on hers. I gently ran my tongue along her bottom lip to allow entry. Her lips opened and my tongue greedily roamed, getting familiar with her mouth. She moaned as my tongue brushed upon hers, she pulled me closer deepening the kiss.

She slowly started backing up toward the couch, I had different plans. I carefully swept her up into my arms, not once breaking the kiss. I carried her up the stairs toward our old room and shut and locked the door once we were safely inside. I laid her on the huge, old, brass bed, positioning myself over her.

(AN: Minors must stop reading here, there's a bold place where you can start again)

My hands roamed up and down her sides, no longer was I a gentleman. Finding the buttons on her blouse, I undid them slowly and pushed her shirt off of her arms. The newly exposed porcelain skin was now open for the taking. My lips started planting kisses along her jaw, making their way down her neck, to her collar bone, the to the tops of her lace clad breast.

She moaned and my tongue ran across the top of her breasts, and then pulled away.

"Edward, are you sure about this?" She questioned with pleading eyes.

Instead of answering I devoured her lips with my own while my hands unbuttoned her jeans. Small hands started roaming my chest and unbuttoning my shirt, at the end sliding it off. Her lips instantly left mine and start for my neck, I felt a gentle push and I obeyed; now she was on top; in control. Her hands and lips made their way to my chest planting gentle kisses as they made their way to my jeans. Effortlessly she undid my jeans and tugged them down; I lifted my hips so she could completely remove them. I was left in only my boxers, she in her bra and un-done jeans.

"This isn't fair," I moaned as I reached to tug off her pants. Now we were both equal, me in my boxers, her in her bra and panties, well thongs, black lace thongs that match her black lace bra to be exact.

She looked at me with a wicked glint and straddled my body, her head bent down and her lips went back to my neck. My hands just could not behave, they made their way to her bra clasp and un-hooked it. She shimmied out of it all the while her lips never left their spot. I was certain that if I could bruise I'd have a hell of a hickey.

My hand grabbed her shoulders and I forcefully pushed her over so she was on her back. My hands grabbed her firm, perky breasts and squeezed. I couldn't resist any longer; I greedily took her erect right nipple into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue, and then did the same with the other. She arched her back and pushed her hips into my swollen member, and did a slow grind on her way down. I looked up and saw a wicked smirk across her angelic face.

Once again our lips crashed, instantaneously her hand moved to my boxers and mine to her thongs. With in seconds both of us were completely in the nude. Her hands drifted down to grab me, but I caught them and held both of them over her head with one hand. While on my knees, my other hand gently led myself into the warm, wet abyss. Both of us let out a moan as I entered.

I started moving within her, she mimicked my every move. With every thrust a new memory came to me, a memory long forgotten. A vivid image of a church, a young girl smiley at me in a wedding gown saying I do; a passionate night in Italy while on my honeymoon. To gain those conscience memories I went faster, harder- she started screaming my name, I felt her tighten around me and finally succumb to ecstasy, only moments later did I release. I rolled off of atop of her onto my back. Almost instantly she scooted next to me and laid her head upon my chest and I wrapped my arms around her warm body.

(An: Minors can read again here!) moments later, I watched her slow breathing as she rested on my chest. My hands made circles on her back; the look on Samantha's face was bliss.

I sighed; it took a night of passion with my forgotten love to get my memories back. Now, I didn't think I could ever leave her and go back to my family. I made a promise to this women, a promise I carelessly broken when I forgot abut her. But I also made a promise to Bella. I was screwed, I now remember my un-gentlemanly ways, my wife, the love of my life; the man, well vampire, I become was stuck in the lust he had for Isabella Marie Swan.

I had no idea what to do. What should I do? Leave Sam heartbroken again, or leave the women who can handle the real me, who can handle and is not in danger of me being a vampire for the delicate young girl whose blood I thirst for? Oh I wish Carlisle was here, he'd help me in this. I think that tomorrow after Samantha and I talk about this I should call him.

I looked back down at the angel in my arms; she was smiling in her sleep, her naked, soft, warm body pressed against my naked, cold, hard one. I wasn't certain of my decision, my at this moment I think it just got a lot easier to make.

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