A/N: Yes! 8 Comments! That's better! I'm now happy! I'll reply to them at the bottom, always. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Keep 'em coming!
And I know you've been questioning his eyes, and I'm addressing that in this chapter. It's an idea that I got from a friend, and I know that there will be people that disagree with me, but hey, it's a story, and I'm taking it in my own direction.
Also, you already know this. I am not Stephanie Meyer, and I do not own Twilight. However, I do own this fanfiction story. OK? Everyone says that at the beginning of their stories, so I felt like I had to, too.
BPOV
"Mine," he growled. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, not knowing what he was doing.
"E-ed-w-ward…" My voice came out in that horrendous stutter that only happens when you're holding back hysterical tears. However, this must have gotten to Edward, because in a split second, he was pinning himself to the wall on the other side of the room.
"Bella…" he choked. "Let me explain." I nodded slowly. "There is so much that you still don't know about vampires…You know that our eyes turn red from human blood…but there is another time that they turn red: When our lust for a human is so strong that we cannot concentrate on anything else. It's another reason why a newborn's eyes are red; they can't think of anything except feeding on a human. But it's not just our lust for the blood that can turn our eyes red…but the lust for the body." I swear if it was possible, Edward could have blushed as he finished.
"Which is it for me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "My blood, or my body?"
"Both. First, your body, but then thinking of the blood running through it…it's always both, and it's overwhelming. Especially after what you did last night." His eyes flashed a darker crimson.
This threw me off, though. I was asleep last night, what could I possibly have done? He knew what I was going to ask. "I was beside you on the bed, you had the covers kicked off, you turned on your side with your back to me. I turned to face you, and I put my hand on your hip. You slid my hand to your chest, and began pressing against my lap…it was so much more than I could handle. I had to leave the bed, but it didn't help. All I could think about was how close I was to your body, only a few threads of fabric separating us…and how easily I could break you if I took advantage of the situation." He shook his head, and my face had gotten so hot that I thought it would burst into flames.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." My voice was small and weak. Edward looked into my eyes, and saw the tears still welled there. The mixture of embarrassment and rejection was washing over me, making it harder to control my tears. One drop slid down my cheek, and Edward crossed the room in a second, his cold hand wiping it away. I grabbed his hand and held it there, savoring the feeling of his skin.
"Bella…" he moaned. He sat down on the bed next to me, still looking at me. I bit my lip, but this time, it was a little too hard, and I tasted metal. Edward went rigid, still staring at me with wide eyes. "Bella…" This time, my name was a growl. He grabbed me, thrusting his lips against mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth, tracing along my lips, probing at the place that I had bitten. He moaned again, louder this time. I knew that it was wrong, and I knew I was in danger, but the sound was heaven to me, and I began to kiss him back.
My hands, as usual, twisted into his hair of their own accord. His hands were pressed against the small of my back, pressing my body to his. Before I could comprehend it, I was laying down, Edward hovering over me, and his hands were tracing my hips through my pants. His lips began tailing kisses on my neck, and my breath quickened, becoming obnoxiously loud in the silence. When his hands moved to the inside of my thighs, I was panting. Edward chuckled at this.
"Something wrong, Bella?"
No, I'm just trying to decide if I want to give in and possibly be killed or if I want to stop this now and hurt the both of us… "No." I gasped, part of me wishing his hands would keep moving.
"Are you sure, Bella? Your heart is racing. I'm worried that you might have a heart attack." His voice was amused.
"I'm fine…I….I just…I want you…"
He chuckled, pressing his lips to mine and pressing his fingers between my legs, making me gasp in surprise. He began lightly rubbing his fingers along my jeans, and I fought the urge to moan at the sensation. "You're enjoying this. I can smell it." Edward whispered in my ear, turning my face a shade of red that possibly matched his eyes perfectly. His hand opened the button and zipper on my jeans in one swift motion, and before I knew it, they were landing in my chair across the room. I felt his breath on my shoulder and realized that he had ripped my shirt off, the remaining shards scattered on the bed. The only thing I had was my bra and panties…I shivered at the thought.
Edward sat up, thinking I had shivered with his cold skin being so close. He had done this so many times when we were kissing that I knew exactly why he pulled away now. I sat up, taking the chance to pull his shirt over his head, exposing his chiseled, perfect abs. His hands worked around to my back, his lips moving against mine again. His fingers began fumbling with my bra, and he slid it off, throwing it to the ground. His hands came back to me, rubbing up and down my sides, moving forward to fondle my breasts. My breath left me.
Edward pulled away, smiling, pushing me back to lie on the bed. He kissed my throat once, and then moved to kiss the well between my breasts, and then his tongue lightly flicked my nipple. I inhaled, my insides tingling. His hands began rubbing me through my panties, and my breathing got heavier. He kissed down my stomach, his hands sliding my panties down. Just his breath on my clit was almost enough to drive me over the edge, but his tongue flicked out, and my eyes closed. His fingers slid between my lips and into my opening, while his tongue kept flicking my clit, and my hips thrust up toward him. My mouth opened, and I let out a moan. Edward lightly growled, but this vibration only added to my pleasure.
I was close to the edge when he stopped, pulling his fingers out. My hips crashed back to the bed, and my breath came back to me. I wanted to whine, but his lips against mine made me forget about whatever I was going to say in protest. I felt his length brush against my inner thigh, and I felt myself become wetter in anticipation. Then, I felt him pressing against my opening, just barely entering, and I held my breath, knowing that this first thrust would be painful.
"Are you ready, Bella?" His whisper in my ear was ecstasy to me as I nodded. Slipping his length slowly into me, he began to press against my barrier. This is what I was saving for him, only for him. He pulled back slightly, and then thrust forward with more force. The sound that came out of my mouth was a cross between a scream and a moan. The pain wasn't much, and just the feeling of having him inside me was enough to counter any pain. He wasn't moving, and when I opened my eyes, he was looking down at me, his red eyes asking. I nodded, pulling his lips to mine.
With the next thrust of his hips, I thought How can it feel any better? He thrust once more, and more pleasure came with it. Another thrust, and a moan erupted from his chest, the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
I felt myself coming closer and closer to my breaking point, and Edward's thrusts were speeding up, his moans more prominent. "Oh, God, Bella!" He moaned, and this sent me over the edge. I felt myself exploding over and over again, and I felt him groan. Then, two things happened at once; an ice-cold liquid began spurting into me, multiplying my orgasm, and my shoulder began to get hot…very hot…too hot…much too hot…I was on fire as my pleasure consumed me. My mouth opened in a scream, both of pain and pleasure.
I felt an absence inside me, and I heard a crash, but I couldn't force my eyes to open. "Ed…ward…" I couldn't make my mouth form the words that I wanted to before I plunged into darkness.
A/N: HAHAHA! Yes, I'm a lover of the cliffies. And I just realized that the last word of this chapter is actually the title…no matter how ironic it is, I didn't mean to do that!
I decided to put a lemon in this chapter. If you don't like it, then be careful what M-rated stories you read. I think you think you know what happens next. You might, you might not.
SaffronAngel – Good guess, but if you remember, his eyes were the reason she startled and fell. I would have guessed the same thing, though, so don't feel bad about missing that.
Questionablelight – I'm not sure if I understand what you're saying, and I'd really like to. I don't know if a sentence is a sentence if it doesn't hold some type of description. I try to be as descriptive as I can without going overboard, because I want my readers to be able to envision what is going on, and feel what the characters feel. Personally, I love reading stories that make me get that stab of pain in my heart, or that little leap of joy in my chest. Thank you for the compliment, though, but I would like to know what you mean by writing without description.
Me – I laughed at your comment. I love it when my readers are as "OMG, what…but….AH!" as you are. And your name is awesome cool, by the way.
B*Vamptastic – I'm so glad you like it. I'm glad that I have readers who like my WORK, not just one of my stories, and I'm glad that I write in a way that makes people want to read my other things. As for Sunrise, I think you might be meaning for me to update Daybreak, seeing as how Sunrise is complete, and Daybreak is its sequel. Don't worry, I'm working on a new chapter. I actually have thought of writing something that I can publish, but I always start something that I think will be fantastic, and then something happens and I lose it. The only story I've ever finished is Sunrise, and I can't publish a fanfiction. I am trying to write something, finish it, and find a way to get it published, I think I just need to find the right idea or something. It flatters me that you think I should, though.
Sarky-devotchka – HA! Don't worry, my mind tends to go in the gutter a lot as well. You're not alone!
Well, I'm going to try and work on the next chapter for Daybreak, another story of mine, and I'm also thinking of starting yet another story…my version of a fifth book in the Twilight series, and it'll be called Falling Dusk. Yes, I know, I'm going crazy with all the 'D's in my titles. I don't know why! I'm going to try jotting some stuff down, but I've got a basic line in my head, I just need to think it out a little, because I've got so many conflicting things that could happen. Tell me if you think I should try it. I'm so scared of trying to write something and then getting hundreds of comments saying how horrible both the story and stuff.
I do want to warn you guys ahead of time, because I don't want anyone getting mad at me. If I haven't updated any of my stories in over a week, chances are that I went into labor and had my son somewhere in that time. I want you to know that I'm not going to be able to update for a while after he is born, at least until we get into a routine and I find a slot of time to myself. PLEASE don't get angry, telling me to update soon, because you know I would if I could. I wouldn't bail on my readers, and so that's the only reason that I would stop updating. I just wanted to warn you…if I haven't updated, I'm in the hospital. Literally. =)
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