Virgin Blood

Chapter 8

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Edward sat back and watched Bella waking up, thinking it was a beautiful sight. Her hair was in an extremely wild disarray, sticking out away from her head in all directions. Edward thought she looked cute. It was strange. He had never thought that of another female, but it seemed that whatever she did, it was cute to him.

Bella turned her groggy eyes to focus on him.

"Your hair is a mess," Edward said with a slightly teasing sound in his musical voice. The affect caused a funny reaction in Bella, deep in the pit of her stomach, and she felt that she couldn't handle these things so soon upon waking. She wasn't mentally prepared.

Bella sat up fully and put a hand on her head. She could feel the tangles readily and knew her hair must be a wild mess. She immediately began trying to pat it down, trying to smooth it out with her fingers.

"Perhaps it would be easier with this?" Edward asked, holding up a comb.

"Thank you," Bella said automatically, holding her hand out for it.

Instead of handing her the comb, though, Edward sat down on the bed and pulled her so that she was sitting in front of him. He then started to gently work away the knots in her hair. Bella didn't move, too stunned to do anything.

Edward was being nice to her, and she couldn't process it. This was the man who had humiliated her, violated her, tied her up and starved her. He was the man who had brought her to her first orgasm, cared for her while she was sick, made her stomach flip over when he smiled. To say she was confused would be an understatement.

Edward's hands were strong and gentle as he combed her hair, being careful not to tug too hard, even if a knot was being stubborn.

"Relax, little one," Edward said as he paused his work on her hair, running his hand down her arm. It was only then that Bella realized how tensely she was sitting, her back as stiff as a board. Bella made a conscious effort to relax her muscles.

Edward's cool fingers ran through her hair, brushing over her scalp. Bella made a sound deep in her throat.

"Doest that hurt?" Edward asked as he paused the movements of his fingers.

Not at all, Bella thought, the exact opposite in fact. But all she said was, "No." Edward resumed brushing.

Slowly the tangles were removed from Bella's soft, freshly washed hair.

"How does that feel?" Edward asked when he was done brushing her hair. He turned her to face him.

"Good," Bella said softly. Edward grinned at her.

"How do you feel today?" he enquired after her sickness.

"Much better," Bella said, and she did.

"Good."

Edward was sitting very close to her, and Bella could almost feel his proximity as thought it were a palpable thing.

Edward pushed her hair behind her shoulder, running his hand down her delicate neck. Bella swallowed.

"You smell divine," Edward said, making Bella flush. She didn't realize exactly what he meant until he added, "It's been so long since I've tasted your blood, having it so close but not sampling it."

Bella felt ashamed of herself. She had let herself forget what he was, what he truly wanted.

Edward placed his lips against her throat. "No," Bella gasped out. The sound was so quiet that if Edward hadn't been a vampire, he might not have even heard it. But he did.

Edward sat back and raised his eyebrows at her. Bella gulped harder, closing her eyes tightly in fear.

"What? Would you deny me your sweet blood?" Edward asked, lifting up her arm and pushing her sleeve back, exposing her white wrist, before bringing it up to his nose and smelling her.

Bella had the sense that he was playing with her, and it frightened her. She didn't know what to say, so she kept her mouth shut.

Edward pushed her back so that she was lying on the bed, he was leaning over her, his body pressed close to hers. He ran his hand down her stomach, over her nightgown. Suddenly, with one easy movement, he tore the neck of her nightgown until her breasts were exposed.

Bella cried out at the sound of tearing fabric. She clenched her eyes closed as her heart rate increased. She had angered him again, and now she didn't know what he would do, how he would punish her.

She felt the fabric around her legs being pulled up until her knees were exposed. Edward's hand slipped under her nightgown. She was surprised, however, when his touch wasn't harsh and demanding, but gentle. His movements were slow and easy again as he rubbed her flesh. She could feel his cool skin on her heated thighs, trailing his fingers gently.

He squeezed her flesh gently in the palm of his hand, then rubbed her thighs with his fingertips. He ran his fingers back and forth between her pelvis bones, tracing gentle lines, causing goosebumps to run up Bella's back and sides. He went as high as her navel, tracing circles around it, before once again focusing on her thighs.

Bella moaned slightly at the sensation he started provoking in her. He trailed his fingertips up from her knee to her pelvis bone and back down. He would run his hands down her inner thigh to the crease formed by her supple butt and the back of her leg. Then he would repeat the process on her other leg, all the while avoiding her wet, heated center.

He rubbed her thighs for what seemed like hours, slowly building up a desire in Bella's snatch until she was all but ready to demand him to touch her there. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, though, Edward's fingers suddenly were on her clit.

And that was all it took. Bella's body was delivered into an intense orgasm. She gasped at the sensation, much better than even yesterday as the pleasure washed over her. Then Edward immediately bit her her breast, right around the nipple.

The pleasure that was wracking Bella's body increased tenfold, and she screamed at the intensity of it. It was like her body had been electrocuted, but in a way that felt so good. She felt no pain as Edward drank her blood. She could only just pinpoint that the waves of pleasure she was feeling were coming from her left breast, for they radiated out over her entire body almost as intensely, all they way down to her fingertips and toes.

Her whole body felt like it was vibrating infinitesimally fast, and she waited to come down from the high, but Edward kept drinking and the sensations didn't dissipate. Her orgasm was prolonged as blood was sucked out her body. Bella jerked, screamed, moaned and wiggled and waves and waves of pleasure washed over her. She couldn't think, her brain was cushioned and fuzzy and electrified, as her body floated and clenched and vibrated. Then the pleasure became too much and she passed out.

Bella came back into consciousness and her body was humming. She had never felt so sated and at peace. Her head was still pleasantly fuzzy. She moaned and opened her eyes. Edward was looking down at her with an adorable smirk on his face that made him look like a boy.

"Can you do that again?" she asked, still high off her orgasm, unable to think clearly.

Edward chuckled, and Bella smiled at the sound. She rolled into his chest, pressing her naked breasts against him. She didn't even care.

Edward rubbed her back gently. "My pliant little virgin," he murmured to her.

"Mmm," was Bella's only response.

She lay next to him, dazed but happy. Her mind was blissfully clear. She wasn't thinking about anything. All the pain and unhappiness from her childhood, those memories that were always lurking in the back of her mind, at that moment, weren't there. She wasn't thinking about her situation, or the man she was cuddled up against or even what just happened. She was just being.

Thought, though, eventually weaseled back into her mind. Subtly at first, so that she didn't realize she was thinking, then thoughts begot thoughts, and her mind was suddenly working again. Going crazy in fact.

What had just happened?

"Edward?" Bella's voice was hesitant and soft.

Edward felt a warmth in his heart at the sound of his name coming out of her mouth for the first time.

"What is it?" he asked gently. He was glad Bella hadn't yet tried to pull out of his arms, for he enjoyed holding her soft body. Her naked breasts against his chest felt wonderful, though it was driving him slightly crazy. Edward was experiencing something he hadn't experienced in over a hundred years: an erection.

Before he was turned, Edward had been a virgin. After he was turned, after he became adjusted to what he was and accepted his life, he had experienced unprecedented attention from the fairer sex, and he couldn't resist. He had used his new attractiveness to women to lure anyone he wanted into his bed. Anyone. He began fucking women all over the countryside with all the excitement and enthusiasm of the teenage boy he had been.

But after fifty-sixty years of meaningless sex, well Edward became bored. The time came when the sight of a naked woman meant next to nothing to him. He started having less sex, and his erections weren't as hard and didn't last as long, eventually he had been unable to get it up at all. And he really didn't care. He had started investing his energy in other places.

But something funny had happened when Bella had felt her orgasm so powerfully. Edward was staring down at her face, watching her lips part and her skin flush. He listened to her screaming and moaning and whimpers. The sight of her cumming was the most erotic thing he thought he had ever seen. The sound of her screaming in pleasure got his blood flowing.

And he had been astounded when he had felt his dick harden.

Edward looked down at Bella. She wasn't looking at his face, but was staring at a spot on his chest. Though Edward was shocked and excited by the long lost feeling of wanting to bury his dick in someone's cunt, he could still easily control himself. He had had years of practice. For now he would just hold her.

"What was that?" her sweet voice filled his ears. He didn't think she could feel his hardness.

"An orgasm," he answered simply. She didn't say anything, and Edward wondered if she would be content with that answer. She wasn't.

"What about yesterday?"

"An orgasm, too." Edward could see her brows knit together, and decided to explain. "Bella, today I bit you. A bite during an orgasm increases the pleasure you feel, drinking your blood prolongs it. It was especially intense since I bit an erogenous area," as he explained, he ran his hand over the breast he had bitten.

Bella blushed. Edward lifted her chin up with his fingers so he could better see her appetizingly flushed skin. Bella met his eyes. Neither spoke for a moment as they stared at each other. Bella wasn't sure how long she simply stared into his dark eyes. She wanted to kiss him, so so badly.

His handsome face was so close to her, his mouth plump and willing. It would be so easy to press her mouth this his, she would barely have to move at all. She wondered how he would react? Bella moved a fraction of an inch closer.

"You tore my dress," Bella suddenly blurted out, pulling away only slightly, her nerves getting the better of her. Bella pulled her hands in between their bodies to pull the nightgown back together over her breasts.

Edward raised his eyebrows at her actions. "Still shy?" he asked, brushing his hands over her covered breasts possessively. Bella blushed.

Edward laughed, running his thumb over her cheek. "You're so beautiful when you blush," he told her sincerely. She looked shyly down.

"Tell me something else about you?" he questioned her softly, suddenly.

Bella looked up into his serious face. "What do you want to know?" she asked.

"Anything," Edward was tender as he spoke. "I want to know more about your life. What it was like."

"I don't know," Bella shrugged.

"Tell me what you did in the orphanage before you came here?"

Edward was being gentle. She forgot to be afraid of him. "If I tell you, will I get another dress?" she asked impishly, making Edward laugh.

"Yes, another dress for some more information," he agreed.

"I mostly helped in the kitchens. I also swept up and dusted. I guess it was sort of a sad place to live, but in a way I liked it, maybe that sounds strange, but I enjoyed helping the girls that came to live there. They were so sad and lost, and a lot of them needed a shoulder to cry on. I wanted to be there for them. It was so wonderful when a girl would come out of her shell, and would laugh and play. I liked helping them in some small way." Bella shrugged. Edward was looking at her curiously.

"And what about this girl, Rosie?" Edward asked.

Bella hesitated before answering. "Isn't it my turn to ask you a question now?" she wondered.

"Not at all. I'm giving you a dress for answering that question."

"So if I answer another, will you answer one of mine?" she asked.

"Alright," Edward agreed, then waited for her response.

"Rosie was thirteen...well, I guess she still is, though she looked younger. She had the prettiest blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. She looked like a little doll. When she came to the orphanage, she wouldn't speak, not at all. She cried every night and kicked anyone who tried to get close to her. I guess we became friends because we understood each other in a way. I didn't try to make her talk, so eventually she started to talk to me. I was one of the few people she trusted." Bella got a far away look on her face, sad and thoughtful.

"What are you thinking?" Edward couldn't help but wonder.

"It's my turn now," Bella said.

Edward smiled and ducked his head as though to relent to her. "How did you become a vampire?"

"When I was seventeen, I became very sick. There was a disease, a plague. The streets were full of the stench of it, a stench you could never escape, even when you went inside. Every household was affected, or so it seemed. My mother was the first to get it, then my younger brother, then my baby sister...she was the first to die." Edward paused for a moment, realizing that this was the first time he had told anyone this.

"After her death," he continued, "my father became ill. I was the only one left to take care of my family. I was advised to leave them for dead, that it was too late anyway, but I couldn't do that. With my father ill, I was the man of the house. Eventually, I succumbed to the disease as well. I don't remember anything after that, until I woke up changed. I felt so different that I thought I had died, but I was still in my room, in my bed. The smell was the first thing that I noticed. It was worse than usual. I went to check on my family." Edward saw their rotting corpses in his mind, their spotted flesh. The flies that buzzed around their faces. Their swollen hands. "They...were all dead."

Bella gasped. "I'm so sorry."

"It was a long time ago, little one."

"How old are you?"

Edward looked down at her. "That's another question."

Bella stared at his face. He had already admitted that he was seventeen when he had been changed. And indeed, his face did look young. Usually, his eyes were so hard; they showed his years. His expression was so often heavy, like that of an old man. They hid his youth well, but when you really looked, you could see is boyish handsomeness, especially when he smiled.

"What are you staring at so intently?" Edward asked, breaking Bella's concentration.

"That's another question," she mimicked his words. Edward laughed loudly, the sound contagious, making Bella giggle softly in response to it.

Edward hadn't felt as content and peaceful as he did with this girl lying here in his arms since he became a vampire, perhaps even before then. Paradoxically, this fact made him scared and agitated. He pushed all emotions away, stubbornly refusing to feel anything.

Bella's breathing evened out as she fell asleep in his arms. Only half an hour later, Edward could feel the sun rising. He didn't want to leave Bella's warm body, snuggled up against his. He wanted to just simply close his eyes and go to sleep as well. Instead, he stood up and left the room, going to his own personal seclusion to rest.