(Bella)
The pain was agonizing. His sharp teeth cut through her skin as if it were butter. Bella struggled in his grasp but he held her firmly as he swallowed her blood. She wanted to scream for help, to beg him to stop, to do so so many things but her voice was stuck in her chest and her body was too weak to escape him.
Bella stopped struggling and fell limply against Edward as he continued to sap her strength. Everything was on fire but at the same time hazy, as if it were happening to someone in the distance and not herself. Was this what it felt like to die?
He stopped as abruptly as he had began, pulling his fangs from her neck and lapping gently at the wound. After he had finished cleaning the excess blood he began pressing soft kisses into her skin. Bella felt him smiling as his lips traveling across the column of her throat. He was happy and calm now that his thirst had been sated.
He pulled Bella onto his lap and cuddled her close to his hard chest as he continued exploring her with his lips and hands. At this point she was too weak to even think of fighting back.
In that moment her bright spirit dimmed, cooling the burning hatred she had felt not seconds ago. It had also extinguished the fear that came with the thought of dying. Now she was able to look at him with a hazy detachment.
He was stunning.
The light glinted off his caramel hair as he shifted. His arms were strong and firm holding onto her tightly. His face was perfection with high cheek bones and blazing jewel colored eyes. His lips were so soft against her skin, his hands so gentle.
She felt so... calm.
As her eyelids drooped she couldn't help thinking this wasn't the worst way to go.
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(Edward)
His tongue flicked out as he tasted her again. She was like ambrosia to him. He couldn't get enough. Though the darkness was now held at bay it wasn't gone. The thoughts lingered as he instinctively knew they would as long as they both lived. Keep her close, whatever it takes. Never lose her. Never let her leave. His hands crept up to feel her breasts through her thin white nightgown, holding the globes as if they were spheres of gold. He leaned down and buried his nose in her hair again, inhaling her scent.
He gave her breasts an experimental squeeze and waited for his precious blossom's reaction. When none came Edward lifted his head enough to get a good look at her.
Her already pale skin looked chalky in the flickering lights. She stared at him blankly through half lidded eyes. Her mouth was parted slightly, inviting him to taste her there.
With a grin he leaned down and pressed his lips against his. They were so soft and warm. He needed more. Slowly he began to move his mouth along hers, suckling her bottom lip before slipping his tongue in. He explored every corner of her mouth while she lay quiet and docile in his arms.
In the back of his mind was a tiny pinprick of guilt. His teeth were coated in a substance that dulled feelings of anger, fear, or aggression, making the recipient complacent. He had no idea how long this would last as he usually drained his sacrifice fairly quickly, but one of his brothers would know. Edward knew he was taking advantage of his princess but he was able to justify it by reasoning he would only use it as long as it took for her to really accept him.
The darkness inside him welled up at the thought. He would do it until she was incapable of leaving him.
He brushed her silky hair back from her face. Perhaps he shouldn't have taken so much blood from her, she was weak but still a far way off from death. Her heart was beating steadily and the venom helped to increase the production of blood cells in her veins. Jasper had done an experiment years ago.
But more then that he felt himself linked with her, bonding. He knew she wasn't in any real danger because the darkness told him so. He was not capable of really hurting her. As long as she was in his arms she was safe.
"Bella, my delicate blossom, how do you feel?" He murmured lowering his head to the crook of her neck once more.
She was too far gone to respond, though a slight flickering in her eyes indicated she had indeed heard him. He pressed another kiss to her lily white skin. She was perfection.
"Sleep my princess, I will watch over you. I won't let you out of my arms until you are well again." And maybe not even then.
At this declaration she made a faint noise in the back of her throat. Edward smiled, taking her acknowledgement as a form of approval. His blossom did need him. But more than that she wanted him. He smiled brilliantly at her, the darkness in him receded further.
Unable to fight it a second longer his beautiful angel's eyes drifted shut, her long black lashes brushing her pale cheeks. Her breathing slowed, the air escaping between her pink lips. He almost shivered in delight, this was the first time his baby had fallen asleep in his arms. That meant she trusted him. She loved him.
The tiny pinprick of guilt morphed into a tiny voice, reasoning that she was asleep because she was weak and drugged but Edward was quick to lock it away in the back recesses of his mind. Bell loved him, she had to. If not now then soon, once sh saw how perfect they were together there was no way she would resist. He would lavish her with finest gifts in the kingdom. He would shower her with love and attention. Her every need would be attended to. Edward held back another shiver, anxious to begin their life together.