Chapter 7

Obviously, I'm not Stephenie Meyer. All things in the Twilight Universe still belong to her and I'm stuck here, smacking my head, wondering, "Why didn't I think of that?" Ha, ha, but in all seriousness no infringement is intended on my part.

Are you still with me after that last lemony chapter? I didn't scare anyone off? That was the first one I've ever shared. I was trying to get into a teenage werewolf girl's head, so…

Fair warning: More lemons in this chapter.

After September 14, 2010, 11:47pm

I'm freaking out. How could I hurt him like that? "Edward!"

I'm standing on shaking legs. I want to go to him but I'm frozen.

"Bella?" Edward's suddenly standing in front of me, wiping the blurring tears from my eyes. "Why are you crying?"

I'm burying my face in my hands. "Edward, why didn't you say something?"

"Bella, what are you talking about?"

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about."
"Honestly, Bella, you have me at a loss."

"Damn it, Edward! I hurt you." I'm dropping my hands, glaring at him.

"You didn't."

"Edward," I'm whimpering now, he's cradling my face in his hands. "Your back." He's kissing my forehead. "I'm so sorry."

He's chuckling softly. "There's nothing to be sorry for." He's being so sweet.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up." He's taking my hand pulling me along behind him into the bathroom. "Your back." The wounds are almost gone. "Stop, please."

Edward's stopping in front of me. I'm pulling my hand free from his, tracing his wounds as they are quickly fading before my eyes.

"See? I'm fine, sweet girl. Let's just get you cleaned up."

I wrinkled my nose. The lower half of my body is far to messy for a simple cleanup. "I'll just rinse off in the shower,"

"Okay, I'll wait." There's a blur and he's gone.

It doesn't take long to for me to clean up. I'm feeling weird about walking around naked, especially when my husband refuses to look at me, so a grab a bathrobe I find hanging on the back of the door.

As predicted, Edward's once again waiting in bed on his side, his eyes clenched shut.

"You can open your eyes, I'm decent," I'm grumbling, irritated. I don't think my body is that bad.

He's eyes are popping open. He's sitting up, opening his arms to me. I'm wanting to pout and make him tell me why he's being so silly. I'm feeling self conscious, afraid he doesn't like my body or maybe it's some weird prudish behavior from the 1900s. I can't resist him though. I'm wanting to feel his arms around me. I'm jumping on the bed, to be close to him.

He's pulling me across his lap, I'm feeling his cold hard cock pressed up against my lady bits as I'm straddling him.

"Burr. I'm leaving my robe on for round two," I'm teasing him.

He's laughing. "Round two, huh? You're not too sore?"

I'm shaking my head.

He's sitting up, wrapping his arms around me. "Yeah, I guess we both heal pretty fast."

I'm stiffening, lowing my eyes. "I'm really sorry I scratched you like that. It must have hurt. I didn't realize that I could do that to you without phasing first."

"Bella." He's lifting my chin. "How can I put this to you so that you'll believe me? You really didn't hurt me."

"I did, I saw with my own eyes."

"My nerve endings, while still sensitive, don't perceive pain the same way that your's do."

"I know that you had to have felt that. You hissed at me."

"Believe me it was the best kind of pain. So erotic… I hissed because I was frustrated. I wanted to scratch you back and then when you bit me I nearly lost it. I almost bit you." He smirked. "That could have been a disaster. I could have killed you."

I'm giggling. "More like you would have turned me into a vampire like you. That would have pissed the Volturi off."

Edward's eyes are widening. "That's not what your mother told me. She warned me not to bite you. That you'd die."

I'm rolling my eyes. "It's not true. I'm part animal, part wolf. A wolf can choose to die quickly if injured if it gives up hope of surviving. No one from my tribe would ever admit it, but there's been instances were one of our wolves turned into a vampire after bitten. Talk about hard to kill. A werewolf/vampire is badass. I'd still be able to phase and I'd definitely be able to kick your ass."

"I wish you hadn't told me that."

"Why? Are you scared?"

"Petrified."

I'm smacking his chest. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I'd never do permanent damage, not to you." I'm kissing him sweetly on the lips, cue butterflies.

"So what you're saying is that you basically have a choice once bitten. That if for some unforeseen reason you're bitten by a vampire I won't necessarily loose you."

"Well it would take more than a bite. You're not going to get rid of me very easily."

"Good to know." He's smirking, pressing his lips to mine in a deep mind-blowing kiss.

He's pulling away, looking at me very seriously now. "I need you to be mindful of a few things while we're being intimate."

"Really, Edward. You can say having sex, or fucking works too."

"I can't… No. Making love, being intimate, worshiping you, but never fu… never that. And being with you like that is much more than having sex. You're precious to me. Our time together in any capacity is precious to me."

"Okay, I get it. You're a romantic, old-fashioned guy. I'll try not to tease you too much about it," I'm laughing.

Edward's growling, flipping me over on my back, penning me to the bed. "The things that come out of your mouth, young lady. I've a good mind to turn you over my knee."

"Mmm, really? You wanna spank my bare butt?" I'm waggling my eyebrows.

"You are such a naughty girl, Bella."

"Edward," I'm purring his name. "All that talk about being intimate and making love has gotten my girly bits tingling, but you know I wouldn't be apposed to a good old fashioned fucking either."

Edward's eyes are lighting up in surprise. "Why you…" he's growling, starting to tickle me.

"Okay, okay…" I'm laughing hysterically. "I give up. UNCLE!"

Edward's smirking as he stops his assault. "Be serious for a moment, please."

"Okay."

"This scratching and biting that you do, your overall wildcat behavior, while I'm trying to make love to you…"

"Yesss," I'm grinning wickedly.

Edward's narrowing his eyes at me. "While all that is incredible sexy, and it just feels so amazing, I wish it could be that way for us all the time. For right now, I'm still getting use to these feelings. This is all still so new to me. I need us to be more careful. Do you understand?"

"You mean sort of like a trigger. You're afraid I'll trigger an uncontrollable response."

"Exactly. I'd like to think that I'd be able to control myself like I have so far, but I really don't want to take that kind of risk with you."

"Okay, I'll try to be good, at least for now."

Edward's giving me a silly crooked smirk. "I think I have an idea that might help you control your urges."

"Yeah?" This should be interesting.

"Mm hm." I'm feeling my robe's belt being tugged from my waist. Edward's parting my robe. We're both gasping, panting, moaning, as our naked torsos connect.

Edward's kissing me, his tongue sliding along my bottom lip. I'm sucking his top lip into my mouth, nibbling slightly. Edward's growling a warning. His lips are traveling along my jaw line to just behind my earlobe. Now he's sucking, swirling his tongue. Edward cups my breast, kneading my flesh. I'm feeling my sanity slipping as he pinches my nipples.

"Oh!" I'm gasping, squirming. Edward's rubbing his cock against my heated folds. "Sssss," I'm hissing. It' feels so good.

"Edward, I'm loosing it." It's only fair to warn him. After all I have triggers too.

Edward's ignoring my warning as he works his way down to my breasts, sucking one stiff peak into his mouth, flicking his tongue across my nipple.

I'm smacking my hands on the mattress, digging my nails in as Edward takes my second nipple into his mouth, repeating the process. My body is arching off the bed, seeking friction, I'm frustrated when my pussy barely makes contact with his abdomen.

"Edward, please!"

"Please, what?" he's asking as he continues his trek down to my belly.

"I need you."

"You have me, Bella," he's saying as his tongue swirls around my belly button.

"Oh!" I'm crying out as his tongue plunges in the center, flicking my belly ring. He's hands are starting to caress my thighs, his thumbs rubbing dangerously close to where I need him.

He's kissing, sucking, nibbling his way down closer to my core. He's spreading my legs farther apart, pushing his hands under me, squeezing my butt cheeks. He's mouth moves to my thigh. He's sucking, licking. I'm thrashing.

"I want to taste you. You smell so good."

"Taste? Oh, oh." Anything, I'm dying here.

"Would you like that?" he's asking as he moves to my other leg. He's working his way up from my knee. He's close to my core now, his tongue is flicking out to lick the side of my pussy.

"Oh!" My ass is arching off the bed. I'm panting, my breasts are heaving. My eyes are watering.

"Tell me," he's demanding. "Do you want me to taste you?" His lips are continuing their torture on my thigh.

"Yes. Please! I want you to taste me."

He's slowly licking my outer folds. It feels amazing, but it's not enough. I'm squirming, fisting my hands in his hair trying to get his mouth where I want it. He's staring up at me, eyes black, shimmering with lust. I'm loving what this man is doing to me. A brief moment of clarity is making me take notice of where my hands are, tightening on his scalp. I'm letting go of him fisting the sheets instead. After all, I don't want to render him bald. He's rewarding me by plunging his tongue between my folds.

I'm throbbing now. His tongue is rubbing, licking, plunging in and out of me. It's feeling fantastic, but it's not long enough, it's just another form of torture.

I'm squirming again. I don't know why this isn't working. I'm getting frustrated. I just want him inside me. I need relief.

He's pulling away, smirking his naughty smirk. I'm growling. That's quickly becoming our way of warning each other. I've about reached my limit and he knows it.

He's licking up and down the outside of my entire pussy, gauging my reactions. He's licking, teasing. His tongue is swirling around the top, around a nucleus of throbbing heat. His eyes are boring into mine till finally he licks the center, sucking, humming. Liquid heat rushes through my belly like a wildfire.

"Edward!" I'm screaming. My insides are pulsing. I'm seeing stars.

My insides are beginning to settle. Edward is poking his head up, grinning from ear to ear, his face is glistening with my release. I just love his smile.

I'm smiling back at him.

Edward is baring his teeth, pretending he's about to take a bite, but planting a kiss there instead.

"Get up here stud." Instantly Edward's sliding up my body, kissing me. I can taste myself on him. I don't have to tell him twice.

"Yep, you're definitely in heat," Edward's purring in my ear. I'm realizing this is Edward's version of dirty talk. Edward's teasing my entrance with his cock. "I just know after tonight there'll be a baby growing in side of you."

"Your baby," I'm purring back at him.

Edward's growling, slamming is cock deep into my center.

"Oh," my eyes are rolling back into my head. He's filling me up.

"You're so wet for me, Bella." He's starting his slow torturous motion like before, but this time I think I know what will get him going.

"Edward, you feel so good, so hard and thick. My pussy's throbbing for you," I'm panting.

"Bella," The tone of his voice is carrying a warning as if he's uncomfortable with my version of dirty talk, but I know better.

He's moving a little faster, but not fast enough.

I'm sucking on his earlobe, this is making him moan. He's licking my collarbone.

"Do you like it when you feel my tight little pussy clamp don't on your cock, milking you, begging you for your baby seed?"

That did it. Edward's roaring, slamming into me. I'm shoving a pillow into his face as he drives me over the edge with him. Feathers are falling all around us like snow. Merry Christmas to me.

"Bella," Edward is scolding. "You are a highly dangerous woman."

"Yes, but you love me this way."

Edward's smirking, shaking his head. He's rolling off of me, prepared this time, he's reaching over to the nightstand where a towel lays. He's cleaning us up. He's throwing the towel on the floor before he circles his arms around me, laying me across his chest.

This is happiness. This is bliss. This is everything.

Thanks everyone. I'm posting again tomorrow.