Disclaimer: I do not own most of these characters, they belong to the wonderful Steph Meyer.

A/N: Ok, this is pure smut. It was just supposed to be for my own darn pleasure. I wanted this so I made it happen, plus it helps end the story the way I wanted and sets up the next one I might write at a much later date. (This is not the last post)

Definitely M content…very explicit. If you don't like sex scenes don't bother.

Okies, you've been warned.

Chapter 47 Betrayal + Desire = Mistakes

I found that I couldn't get on the plane without seeing Christian one more time…one last time. The idea of not being near him chilled me. I looked forward to our pointless conversations, his wry sense of humor, our ridiculous movie-thons, and just the sparkle in his eyes when he tried to push things a little further than was appropriate.

The door that separated us loomed ahead. I knew he was by himself, as Alyria was busy feeding off of Kattra. It seemed that she couldn't help being worked up when she was using her powers to arouse others. A double edged sword, it was. I had passed their room on my way back here and heard all the fun they were having and was accosted by all their erotic emotions. This was the third time I'd walked down this stupid corridor and Alyria's power still smoldered in me, but it was her words that propelled my feet forward.

I adjusted my shirt and undid an extra button. The dark material framed my pale breasts beautifully. I took a steadying breath and knocked gently on the door. This was a mistake of gigantic proportions, I knew that. It would change my life forever, and yet, here I was still knocking on his door, when I had a God-like being waiting for me in my room.

It opened almost before I finished knocking, Christian stood framed in the light from the television. I groaned inwardly as my eyes poured over his shirtless form. His golden hair blocked my view of his left nipple, which only made me concentrate on it all the more.

The urge to run my tongue over his hard abs, his barely tinted nipples, was almost beyond my control. I held myself very stiff as I tried to force my mind to work well enough to form a basic sentence. A simple 'hello' would have sufficed, but even that seemed impossible.

My gaze slid even further to the waistband of his low slung jeans. Heat rushed through me as I watched him grow perceptibly underneath that thick material, as though my gaze had physical weight and I was caressing him with something more substantial than my vision.

I tore my gaze from that erotic sight and peered into his obsidian eyes. He had remained utterly still while I perused his body so blatantly, taking in each thought and reaction as they played over my tortured face.

Now he met my gaze with one filled with such longing that I moaned slightly. He pushed the door the rest of the way open and waited wordlessly while I made my decision.

To walk through that door now meant that I was going to break my marriage vows, to hurt Edward in the worst way imaginable. Would he forgive me yet again? There was no excuse good enough to explain why I couldn't get Christian out of my mind. Nothing I could say that would absolve me, give Edward a way out that didn't involve leaving me. My feet were moving before I'd consciously decided to betray Edward…decided that there had never really been a choice. For so long, I'd known that this was coming, that I would have Christian…at least once. I had to. I needed to know how his lips felt on my body, how his skin tasted on my tongue, how all that hardness felt pumping inside me. He'd become an obsession of mine.

Alyria's words kept echoing in my mind. "Maybe if you just fucked him one time, Bella, all the fascination will die away and you can go on blissfully happy with your so serious Edward, and Christian will be content with us." I knew I wasn't here because of that. I was here because we were somehow connected. During all the craziness of the last month a bond had formed and love had grown…and dammit, I just wanted him.

He closed the door and locked it, but didn't turn around. I could only imagine the thoughts roiling around his head. I suppose I could have just listened to them, but I tried not to use that power much anymore. I wouldn't want people rooting around my mind discovering my embarrassing thoughts.

His hands were splayed wide against the door and he was as tense as a tightly strung bow. I opened my mouth several times to speak, but the words seemed stuck. I sighed and tried again. "I don't know what this means." My voice didn't sound like mine. It was breathless and frightened mixed with lust for the man in front of me. "I know I should just let you go, but I…have to…I think about you, fantasize about what it would be like to have one night with you," I admitted.

He turned slowly and the hungry look on his face backed me up a few steps while spiking my adrenalin. For a moment I felt like the prey, like I was in danger. "I don't care what it means, Bella," he replied huskily as he closed the distance between us in one smooth movement. His hands clamped down around my biceps and he crushed me against his naked chest, my breasts shoved tightly against him, our lips just a space apart. "Even if this is only for tonight, it will have been worth it." He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking my scent deep into his lungs. "God, Bella. I can't imagine not becoming intoxicated on your delicious scent every day." He swallowed audibly and brought one hand to my face, searing my skin from the outside of my dark eye to the tip of my chin.

I watched the emotions bubble in his eyes. But why watch them when I could truly experience them? I let Jasper's power run rampant. God, he wanted me so much more than I'd ever imagined. It felt like all the times Edward and I had gone too far and he'd suddenly pull back leaving us both completely achy and unsatisfied. Such naked wanting and it was all focused on me.

To steady myself from the onslaught of such intense longing I wrapped my shaky arms around his waist while I tried to regain some measure of control over my quivering body.

His nose skimmed my neck as he whispered, "I am hopelessly addicted to you, love."

The barest hint of his flesh against mine and his throaty words nearly made me come.

But that confession also troubled me. Had I somehow done something to him? I did possess Marcus' power and a hint of Alyria's. Could that be it? I never actively used either of them on him…I pushed it firmly out of my mind and focused on how his hands caused electric jolts to pulse throughout me. I was not here about to make love to Christian because of any dirty idea Alyria planted in my head or her power which still rode me. I was here because I wanted to be. Me. No one to blame. This was what I desired and I was going to take it, consequences be damned.

"Kiss me, Christian. I need to taste you…your tongue in my mouth…Kiss me!" I barely got the last word of my weak plea out before his luscious lips were moving warmly against mine so sensuously, his tongue brushing against mine to part my lips, to let him into my hot, silky mouth. I happily obliged and slid my tongue against his. The fire burning through my body was so intense. It seemed to be pooling right between my legs and a sharp ache grew with each swirl of our tongues, with each moan that slipped past our frantic lips.

He pulled back just far enough to not be kissing, but close enough that I could have licked him and murmured, "I have imagined this moment so many times over the last few weeks." His hand curled around my neck, my deep breaths pulsing against his hot palm. One kiss and I could barely catch my breath. Yeah, he was that good.

I stared back into his so serious eyes. "And what did you imagine? What do you want, Christian? You've got one night, choose wisely."

His eyes closed again and he pressed his forehead against mine, his own breath starting to quicken. His other hand skimmed up my arm and across my shoulder before grazing over my right breast. I shivered and pressed against his hot palm. "I want to taste every inch of you." He squeezed my nipple and I cried out in pleasure. "I want to hear you screaming my name as you come apart in my arms." And, God, how I wanted that, and more. I feared that one night would not slake this desperate need for the man in front of me. Could I live out an eternity in the arms of Edward happy and content, would it be enough? I just wasn't sure anymore. But I knew without a doubt that I couldn't spend the rest of my existence with only Christian's divine touch, no, Edward would always own a piece of me. Something no other could ever replace.

He released my tightened nipple and moved back a step. I didn't know if he was giving me one last chance to flee or what, but it was moot anyways. I would not leave until I made love to him. I looked upon him with heavy lidded eyes and brought my hands up to my shirt and slowly began unbuttoning my shirt. The last button came undone and the shirt slid from my shoulders, my eyes never leaving him. I watched as he trembled minutely, and his already black eyes darkened even more with such need…need for me.

A vision intruded then. I was confessing to Edward while he sat heartbroken at his grand piano back in Forks. When he finally raised his head from his hands I saw a look I'd never thought to see for me burned into his black eyes.

The present came crashing over me where I stood in my bra and pants with a very aroused Christian. My hands hesitated at my pant's button, the vision of Edward screaming at me in warning. So far I hadn't done anything that I hadn't already done with Christian. I could leave now and suffer no harm.

He watched the indecision on my face. "You do not truly want this," he murmured so softly, looking utterly dejected.

"I do."

He picked up my discarded shirt and handed it to me, not making eye contact. I took it from his hands and balled it up and tossed it across the room.

I unzipped my pants, let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them closing the distance between us. "Put your hands on me," I ordered him. "Take off my bra and feel my naked breasts…draw them into your mouth." I couldn't believe that I was saying such things, but I felt different with him. Felt that I could demand anything and he wouldn't hesitate to meet it, that my every desire would be granted and happily. He made me feel like a woman while Edward always made me feel like a teenager.

His breath rushed out of him as he slid his hands behind my back, his lips capturing mine once more. Where his fingers touched fire smoldered. The bra was tossed aside without thought and his hands caressed my breasts gently at first then his fingers pressed into them roughly tearing a moan from my lips even as his tongue dueled with mine. "You are beautiful, love, simply beautiful." He nibbled on my chin as I unfastened his jeans and slid my hands down the back of his pants to grip his firm ass tightly.

"I can't wait to be inside you…but if this is the only chance I get, then I am going to prolong this moment for as long as possible," he whispered while trailing his tongue down my throat. I pressed his lower body against me roughly, feeling the promise that was still shielded by his jeans. "Oh God!" He gasped, as I writhed against him, his hand convulsing around my tit sharply.

He bent me all the way backwards, my dark hair skimming the floor, and fed on my breast, his mouth so hot, his tongue-firm. Little contractions coursed through my abdomen while the wetness seeped in anticipation. "Yes, God Yes!" I cried hoarsely and drew one hand from his pants to press against his hair, to weld him to me. He bit down on my nipple and then sucked as hard as he could, spreading his heat through me and a shadow of an orgasm wracked me gently leaving me shaking and gasping for breath as I moaned, "Christian."

I was limp in his arms, still bent back, the creamy swell of my chest an offering to his attentive lips which were now laving my other breast while his hand slipped underneath my lace thong delving lower…lower…until he met my wet heat. He concentrated on my sensitive nub while biting my breast, his venom creating an incredible burning sensation surrounding my hard nipple.

Our crazed breathing and small noises were the only sounds filling the dark room as his fingers deftly worked in a circular motion again and again. "Come for me, Bella. I want to watch you come apart again. To know that my hands, my tongue, my body is the one causing you such pleasure."

His words, more than his actual physical touch, were what sent me over the edge and left me a wet, jittery mess that couldn't even hold itself up. He picked me up effortlessly and set me on the bed and ripped my panties off in one rough motion baring me to him.

I wanted to pay as much attention to him as he was to me, but movement, other than writhing, was beyond me. All I could do was feel and right now all I felt was his lips fluttering tentatively over my stomach while my hands balled into fists against the velvet comforter. Edward's gorgeous face kept flashing behind my closed eyes, guilt weighed heavily, but there was no walking away from this now. He could have strode into the room and I still wouldn't have been able to leave the bed, to tear myself away from the sensation of his moist lips worshipping me. Actually, the prospect of Edward interrupting us just bolstered my arousal. Alyria's dark suggestion of the two of them with me…well, my body seemed quite receptive to that little fantasy.

He sat up and admired me. "Open your exquisite eyes, love. Look at me," he insisted in a deep voice that sounded nothing like him. I forced them open and soaked up his raw lust as he grabbed my thighs and spread them so slowly, a wicked grin painting his lips. "I have tasted your lips, your perfect breasts, your delicious blood, and now I am going to taste the rest of you."

The anticipation was excruciating. I bit my lip but couldn't force anything naughty or sexy out of my mouth which had become so dry at the thought of his tongue smoothing over my most intimate area. "Yes," I breathed and my hips moved restlessly, begging for him to make good on his promise.

He dipped his head down to me and my back arched off the bed at the first hint of his tongue lapping at me. His fingers slid inside of me while his tongue licked over my sex and my hand grabbed at his hair to pull him harder against me while my hips bucked wildly against his mouth. Those magic fingers kept plunging into me harder and harder, sliding over that one sensitive spot so expertly. He lives with a succubus, of course he'd be an expert at pleasing a woman, I thought darkly. My breath gushed out of me. "Christian, that's…yes…amazing. God yes, harder."

As I gazed down at him, his eyes jumped up to mine and were filled with such satisfaction, while his fingers worked me roughly. My muscles clenched firmly around his fingers as the orgasm rocked through me repeatedly. The flicker of his fingers kept forcing noises from me and felt like a little bit of torture. "Enough! Enough, give me a minute," I begged.

"This is so much better than my best fantasy, love," he noted softly as he brought his hand to his lips and licked one finger before a manly chuckle fell from his mouth. "So much better!"

He laid down beside me. "Need a few minutes to recover, do you?" He asked jovially, bestowing a chaste kiss to my parched lips while I continued to lay there immobile. I nodded and waited for my panting to subside, my body to quit quivering. "I did not think that I would turn you into mush so soon. Not after foreplay… I figured it would take at least three or four hours of actual sex to turn you into a boned fish," he snickered playfully as he lifted up my lifeless arm and released it so that it fell heavily against the mattress.

"You know, I wouldn't sit there being all smug," I finally managed to blurt out. He quirked a brow at me and grinned all the bigger, but remained quite.

"I plan on leaving you in a similar state, you know…"

"Yeah, yeah. Promises, promises, love," he chuckled, his eyes shining brightly. That glint…that was what I was going to miss most.

I sat up and pursed my lips at him, feigning irritation. Who could be truly irritated by him when he was brimming with pleasure and looking downright sinful?

"Less dirty stares, love, and more touching," he commented lightly, but his smile turned into something beyond happiness and laughter….something darker and wicked.

My tongue darted out to moisten my dry lips as I crawled in between his outstretched legs. I sprawled out on top of him and locked my mouth to his tasting myself on his lips. How right it felt to kiss him, even though I knew it was so wrong, that I would regret this night for all of eternity. Already, I was trying to find the right way to confess my sin to Edward. I think some part of me was hoping he wouldn't forgive me, couldn't forgive me, then I'd be free to be with Christian. And Alyria and Kattra…

I bit his lower lip as I pulled back wrenching a deep groan from his chest that zinged all the way through my aroused body. My fingers reached out and traced his exotic tattoo before my lips and tongue followed suit. His arms rubbed my ass in a soothing motion as I did what I'd wanted to do from the moment that I saw him shirtless, I ran my tongue through the ridges of his six pack enjoying each moan, each shudder that the movement elicited. I nibbled my way back up and clamped down hard on his nipple, his back bowed and he cried, "Bella!"

I small laugh snuck past my lips. "You like that, do you? Hmm," I pondered as I ran my sharp nails down his chiseled chest. "What else would you like?" My hands held the waistband of his jeans. "I, for instance, would like to see you nude," I admitted and sighed as I pictured his stellar form in my head. "It's been a long time coming."

He raised his hips up enough for me to pull the offensive material down revealing navy boxer-briefs that clung tightly to his muscular thighs and his swollen manhood.

For a few breaths I did nothing but stare.

I could leave now and never know what the thin material hid. I could leave now and not have totally broken my marriage vows. My eyes remained locked on his lower body fighting for the strength to leave the room. I so wanted to see him hard and ready for me. To touch him and feel his satiny skin, to taste him as he'd so thoroughly tasted me. I closed my eyes briefly.

His low voice brought me back. "I actually need you to fulfill your desire to see me nude before you can fulfill mine, love," he whispered darkly, a naughty smile on his face.

I cleared my throat and glanced quickly at him. "Remind me…what your desire was."

He chortled and grazed my cheek lovingly. "I haven't actually shared that bit of information with you yet, Bella." He shook his head thoroughly amused.

I returned my attention to his groin and brushed my hand against it and it jerked against my faint pressure. He let out a slow breath while I handled him a little more forcefully and was rewarded with a small curse which brought a very pleased smile to my lips.

In one brisk motion I yanked his boxers off of him and feasted on the perfection that was his body. My eyes burned up and down him memorizing each minute detail so that I would forever be able to recall his lithe form perfectly.

With him firmly in my hand I asked him, "Mind sharing that wish with me now?"

His breath was coming in quick spurts as I pumped him faster by hand.

"I want…" he moaned. "…Your lips around me…" His hips began to pick up the rhythm and met my hand stroke for stroke. "I want to feel your throat convulse around me," he bit out.

I pulled him into a kneeling position and attacked his lips with my own and mumbled into his mouth, "And I want you to kneel above me while I do all of that."

He groaned as I bowed down to him and took his hard cock into my mouth, my tongue swirling deftly around the head tasting the small amount of moisture that seeped out.

"Fuck!" He groaned.

My mouth came completely off of him and I touched him so lightly with my tongue smoothing it down the ridge and all the way to the base of his cock before traveling back up and engulfing him wholly in my mouth.

"Oh, God, yes, Bella…yes!" His heated cry slid over me like honey and urged me on.

I curled one hand around him firmly and sucked him up and down while his hips moved furiously to meet my mouth, his hand wound tightly in my hair guiding me, urging me to meet his fast pace. I let my hand fall away and allowed him to control the movement, trusting that he wouldn't get too carried away.

I could tell he was close. I wanted him to finish in my mouth and hoped he'd be able to get it up again so we could finally have sex.

He twitched and he suddenly pulled out and flipped me over on my stomach. "I can't put it off a minute longer, love. I have to be inside you, I need to make love to you," he hissed as his fingers delved inside me again making sure I was still wet and ready.

He pushed my head against the pillow, my ass in the air and I felt all that silken hardness brush against my entrance. He rubbed it against me in circular motions spreading my wetness all around. My moans filled the room loudly each time he rubbed over my clit. I turned my face slightly, watching him out of the corner of my eye. "I need to feel you inside me," I bit out desperately.

My hips pushed back of their own accord seeking the relief from the heat scorching between my legs, but he grabbed my hips securely and stilled them. "I want to be in control," he croaked between his fast breaths. "I'm going to relish each second of my body sliding into all your tightness."

I shivered violently at his words. "Please, Christian. I need you now. Now!"

He ignore my frantic comments and began pushing himself inside me in excruciatingly slow movements, my muscles gripping him furiously trying to draw him deep within.

"Dammit!" He swore violently as his control wavered and he plunged the rest of the way inside me forcing twin screams from our lips, though mine was muffled do the pillow.

He withdrew nearly all the way out then inch by slow inch filled me up again. The pace was excruciating, but also sublime. As much as I wanted him to pound me into the bed and rip that orgasm from me, I also wanted to feel each inch of him torturing me, feeding the ache within me until I exploded.

"I want this…" He said through his clenched teeth. His whole body shuddered and whatever he was going to say was lost as all his control failed him when he slowly withdrew from me again. This time he did exactly what I'd wanted - he slammed himself back inside me, the thud of flesh seemed terribly loud in our quiet room. He took a handful of my hair and pulled my head up.

"Scream for me, love. Tell me to fuck you."

He shoved himself back in me faster and harder with each stroke, finally allowing my hips to move restlessly against him while the deep ache began to build and build. "Yes! Christian," I gasped as his pace quickened even more. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!" I cried over and over again.

In one glorious moment I felt the orgasm roar over me, felt each muscle in my body tighten, my breath hitch and then the blessed release that overwhelmed me. As my tight channel bore down on him in mini pulses he came in four great thrusts pouring himself into me. He twisted to his side as he fell to the bed keeping us intertwined while we caught our breath.

It didn't matter how much time passed, I was content to lie engulfed in his arms, my ass pressed firmly against his groin while he rained kisses over my hair and down my jaw.

"Thank you, love," he murmured. "It was everything I hoped it would be and more."

"For me as well."

"I know you don't feel the same way, but I love you Bella," he declared in a hushed tone.

My dead heart swelled at those words. I hated that. It wasn't the sex that was the true betrayal. No, that was bad, but it was the fact that I did love Christian. That was the real betrayal. "I don't want to…feel the same way," I hesitated. "…but I do, Christian. I do."

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I dried off and wrapped the towel around me while moving back into the bedroom. He was at the foot of the bed, his chin resting on his arms completely engrossed in Bram Stoker's Dracula. I don't know why I found that so amusing, but I did. I climbed up with him and began massaging his muscular back when I had a terrifying thought. Christian and Edward on the plane together. Edward reading his thoughts. Shit! I turned him roughly. "You have to take another flight," I said in a rush, fear evident on my face. I had every intention of being honest with Edward, just not tonight and he could not find out from Christian.

"What? Why?" He asked, perplexed.

"Edward will hear your thoughts, dammit."

He rolled back over dismissing my mini freak out. "Bella, I am a shield, remember?" He chuckled and went back to his movie. Mina was in Dracul's arms and happy to be there while Jonathon did everything in his power to save her. What he didn't realize was that she didn't want to be saved.

"Don't you think he'll think something's up if you are shielding your thoughts?"

"I have worked with you in Volterra for a month." He shook his head and sighed. "You know that I can shield specific thoughts." He finally turned his honeyed eyes back to me, eyes that shouted love and contentment. "I won't fail you, love. Do not fret so. Your secret is safe with me, until you deem it is time to reveal all." He winked and went back to his movie. "Can you believe I have never watched this before?"

I dressed hastily and tossed my torn thong into the trash before brushing a soft kiss against his temple. "Goodbye, Christian."

His eyes closed, his body tensed. "Goodbye, love."