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Chapter 5

BPOV

I woke up to a somewhat unfamiliar room, until I recognized the smell. It smelled like Edward and I soon found myself recognizing the bed, the books and all of the CDs around me. My head was pounding and it was getting more difficult to breathe. I felt like my whole torso was being restrained. I felt a hand gently land on my arm and I flinched, quickly looking over to see who was touching me. It was Edward and I let out my held in breath in one big whoosh.
Well that hurt.
"How are you?" he asked me softly, rubbing his thumb soothingly across the crease of my elbow.
I thought about it for a second, remembering everything that had happened last night. Phil had slapped the ever living shit out of me, thrown me on the floor, kicked me and worst of all, he'd admitted to the crime I thought would never be solved.
Phil had killed my parents.
I started bawling, shaking my head back and forth. Edward grabbed my hand and moved from the chair he was sitting in onto the bed next to me. He started caressing my face with his free hand and wiping my tears away.
He had taken me in, made me a prostitute at the age of thirteen and he had acted like no one would ever care for me. I was shaking which made everything hurt a million times worse than it already did. Edward yelled for his father and in less than thirty seconds he was by my side.
"Bella, how are you feeling?" he asked. I just shook my head, still crying and not able to process words. "Ok, I'm going to give you some medicine for your pain. It may make you a little sleepy. Before I do that I need to ask you some questions," he finished. I nodded my head. I just wanted the medicine. Anything to get me out of this nightmare I was living in.
"Do you remember what happened?" he asked. Edward was rubbing my hand in soothing circles and every once in a while he would kiss the tips of my fingers or my palm. I nodded yes. "Good, that means you don't have a head injury. You have a flail segment, Bella. It's really dangerous so we need you up here to rest. I unwrapped your ribs and just put a tight bandage over the injury to hold them in place, so it may be a little uncomfortable," he explained. I just nodded my head. He nodded his, as if to say my answer sufficed. He got into his pocket and handed me two little pills. I drank them down with a glass of water and within minutes I was away from this world and in a dream.

EPOV

After Bella had woken up she'd been broken. Not just her body, but her soul. As she recalled everything that happened to her she began to fiercely cry, so I had moved to sit on my bed with her. She'd been passed out again for about three hours and I was now lying beside her, wiping the wisps of stray hair out of her face. I gently traced the outlines of her face and then softly touched the bruise that lay across her cheek. She didn't deserve this. No one did. She began to stir and I silently let my hand drop from her face. Her eyes fluttered open and all I could see was sadness in them.
"Edward?" she asked, deep and throaty from sleep.
"Yes, baby. I'm right here," I replied. She moved a hand towards me and I scooted closer to gently hold her. "You're ok now," I told her, kissing her hair. I felt her body relax and she was asleep again. Pretty soon I fell asleep myself.

6 WEEKS LATER

Bella was doing a lot better. Her ribs were healed and her bruises had cleared up weeks ago. She was still a little skittish, but all in all she was ok. We were sitting on my bed watching a movie and she had been curled up into my side for the past hour.
"He killed my parents," she whispered. I froze, not quite sure I had heard her correctly. I looked down at her.
"Excuse me?" I asked with a lump in my throat.
"He killed my parents. He told me that night, Edward," she explained. Bella didn't talk about her parent's death. The only two people who really knew anything about it in depth were Alice and I. "Sooner or later he's going to come for me too," she said softly. I gently grabbed her face in both of my hands and made her look at me.

"That will never happen. I will never let that happen," I told her. He eyes closed as a tear rolled down her face. She nodded and curled back into my side while she wrapped her arms around my torso. This girl had already been through so much and now she found out that the person who took her in not only made her sell herself, but he had killed her parents. It was over my dead body that he would ever hurt her again.

"Should we go to the police?" I asked her. She shook her head violently.

"I don't ever want to see him again," she explained. But he had to pay for what he'd done.

"Bells, he has to pay for his crime. You could get him on prostitution charges, too," I explained. She did think about it for a minute before sighing.

"Would I have to go on trial?" she asked, sheepishly.

"Most likely, but wouldn't you feel better knowing that he's going to be put away rather than worrying about it for the rest of your life? I mean, I'll always be here to protect you, my whole family will be, but don't you want peace of mind?"

"Yes," she agreed. "We'll go to the police tomorrow."

I nodded, kissing her on the top of her head. We finished watching the movie and by the end my eyes were trying as hard as they could to stay open. With no progress, I might add. Bella tugged at my hand and I started to get up off of the bed. I had been sleeping on the couch the past few weeks. I didn't want her to feel obligated to sleep in the same bed after everything that had happened to her. She needed time, and I would give it to her.

"Wait," she called after me, never letting go of my hand. She was sitting on her knees, our hands dangling in between us. She looked down sheepishly to finish saying what she was thinking. "Maybe you can stay up here with me tonight?"

I smiled at her. She was afraid to ask. Everything she'd ever done in her lifetime and she was afraid to ask if I would stay and hold her through the night.

"I would love that," I told her, climbing back up onto the bed. She explained that she needed to go shower and change into pajamas really quick and I told her I'd be here when she returned. I watched a show on television while she did so.

She came back into the room after her shower. Her hair was wet and in tangles, though it looked like she'd tried to brush it out. She was wearing sleep shorts and one of my t-shirts that she'd found. It was big on her and made her look like she wasn't wearing any pants at all. I took her in as she did some things around the room. She was thin, but not sickly thin. She had some muscle tone to her. I recalled her telling me that she liked to run when we first met. I looked down at her legs. Not gonna lie, I started at her ass then worked my way down. Her ass was perfectly plump, the muscles contracting when she walked. Her thighs were a tad muscular, but not grossly so. They were the perfect shape and I found myself thinking about what it would like to be in between them….

I shook my head and that thought away and continued down the line. Her calves were gorgeous. Just a little profound, but if she were wearing a pair of heels you'd be sure to see how in shape they were. Her feet were tiny, the perfect fit for her petite form. She turned around to find something in her bag and I looked at the front of her.

Her face was beautiful with no makeup on. She had flowing dark brown hair and huge beautiful chestnut eyes to mach. Her lips were plump and ready to be kissed. Her beautiful neck led to her defined shoulders that I knew would lead to a perfect back. Her chest was one that could never be competed with. She was very well endowed with perfectly shaped breasts that weren't too big for her body. But, my God, they weren't at all small. She wasn't wearing a bra with my t-shirt and I could see the outline of her perfect nipple as she moved around. I felt myself grow hard and had to close my eyes and breathe for a second. She quickly threw her bag on the floor and climbed into bed with me. Before I could stop her she backed up into me and my friend. When she felt it her breath caught in her throat and she stopped moving.

"Sorry," I apologized, trying to scoot back from her. Instead she surprised me by rolling over to face me in the now dark.

"It's ok," she said, putting her hand on my chest.

BPOV

Edward had his eyes closed as I crawled into bed with him. I scooted back so that he would be right behind me and I automatically stopped. I felt his hardness- scratch that, his huge hardness on my back. He apologized trying to scoot back, but I took us both by surprise by rolling towards him.

"It's ok," I said, placing my hand over his chest. He wasn't wearing a shirt which was fine with me. His chest and abs were sculpted to perfection, but right now I was focusing on his heartbeat. He was easily the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. And I had seen a lot. I'd never had sex with anyone that I actually cared for, and I was scared. What if at the end he told me he didn't want to be with me anymore? What if he told me to leave? I closed my eyes, trying to focus on his heartbeat. I felt my hand wonder across his chest, feeling his defined pecks. I moved to his shoulders and down his strong arms. His fingers moved a little when I got to his hands, but I didn't stay for long. I moved, now using both hands, to his defined abdomen. I traced his muscles with both hands and when I got to the bottom of his abdomen I traced the hem of his boxers.

"Bella…" he sighed, throwing his head back. He wanted this so bad. I could tell. But his tone told me that I didn't have to. I didn't need to if I didn't want to. No one had actually ever given me an option before. And I had never willingly made a decision like this before. I traced the hem of his boxers a second more.

"I want to," I whispered, before plunging my hand into his underwear and grabbing him. We both gasped him at the sudden contact and me at the size. My small hand wouldn't even fit all the way around him and, if possible, he actually got harder at my touch. I heard him moan as he moved his hand up and down my side. He would graze the side of my breast every third or fourth time he passed and I had never in my life welcomed the touch. I started pumping and playing with him and every time I hit the right spot his breathing would hitch.

With my other hand I moved his boxers down his legs until they were completely off. I rolled him onto his back and straddled him, all the while still pumping. I stopped, moving both of my hands to his chest and I started kissing. I started at his heart and in a straight line kissed all the way down to right below his navel. I looked up through my eyelashes at him. His eyes burnt back with lust before he started to say something.

"Bella you don't have to-ahhhh," he started. I cut him off by taking him fully into my mouth. Every once in a while I would look up at him as I swirled my tongue or sucked harder at his most sensitive spots. The entire time he had a look of pleasure on his face. I started bobbing faster and could feel his orgasm coming. "Bells, I'm gonna," he said taking a deep breath. I just hummed in response, which must have done the trick because I felt him twitch and then my mouth filled with warm, salty liquid. I swallowed and sat up, smiling. I had never actually enjoyed blowing anyone before, but with Edward I'd do it over again a million times. He sat up to look at me and smiled.

"That was amazing, " he told me with a twinkle in his eye. And I could tell he meant it.

EPOV

"That was amazing," I told her, sitting up. And it was. Holy shit that was the best blow job I'd ever gotten. I would never forget it. I rolled Bella onto her back, and she looked panicked for a minute.

"What are you doing?" she asked. I looked at her and realized no one had ever done anything for her. It was always about them and I was going to prove to this girl that she could have pleasure, too.

"Returning the favor, if that's all right," I said. Her eyes got big and then softened as she nodded her head. I kissed her lips and trailed my hands down her arms to the hem of her shirt. I didn't pull it up, but I did explore. My hands grazed up her sides, the sides of her perfect breasts, and up to her collar bone. I felt her shiver and smiled against her lips.

I pulled back for a second as I pulled my t-shirt over her head. I threw it on the floor and took in her bare upper half. She was beautiful. Her breasts, like I had imagined, were the perfect size for her body. Her nipples were erect and I found one of my fingers dancing around one. I looked at her face and her eyes were closed in enjoyment. I smiled to myself before muttering that she was beautiful and gently taking her other breast in my hand. It was a perfect fit.

I moved my lips to her neck and worked my way down to her collar bone and then down to a nipple. As I took her into my mouth, licking and every once in a while grazing with my teeth, she moaned. I moved to the other breast, giving just as much attention to that one. With my hands I went to her stomach. It was flat and soft and I kissed a line up to her shorts. I looked up and her for permission and she nodded.

My hands pulled at the top of her shorts and I smoothed them down over her soft legs. I ran my hands up and down her legs for a minute, taking in her shape. I moved my hands to the back of her thighs and up, where I knew her perfect butt would be. She was wearing a thong, which gave my complete access to her back side. I pawed and squeezed at the perfect muscle before gently moving my hands back over her underwear. I looked up once more and she nodded again, a shaky breath coming from her this time. I pulled her underwear down her soft legs once again. When I came back to her I spread her legs slowly, sitting in between them.

I took my index finger and traced between her legs and her center. I heard her let out another shaky breath before I kissed my way up the inside of one of her thighs. When I was done with that one, I moved to her other one, doing the same. After I made it all the way up that one I licked my lips. I placed a kiss right on her center and I heard her breathing hitch. I wrapped my arms up under her thighs and threw her legs across my shoulders. I kissed her in the same spot, this time spreading her a bit with my tongue. I lightly traced my finger up her slit before sticking it inside of her and moving the wetness up and down one more time. I felt her hitch and I knew I'd caught her bundle of nerves. Little did she know what I was about to do to that perfect bundle.

I placed my lips back onto her, this time forcefully spreading her apart with my tongue and licking up and down. I felt her bud with my tongue and she moaned a loud, guttural sound. I smiled against her. I plunged one, then two, and then three fingers into her, pumping slowly at first. I kept rhythm with my tongue and my fingers, sucking her clit every once in a while. I started plunging faster and faster, moving my tongue to the same rhythm. When I felt her arch her back I curled my fingers inside of her, still moving my tongue quickly. I felt her walls starts to clamp down on my fingers, so I pulled them out and moved my tongue into their place up inside of her. She moaned, grabbing my hair as I lapped up the juices she was pouring out. When she was done, I moved my tongue up her center one more time before trailing kisses all the way up her body again.

Hovering over her I looked into her eyes, asking the question we both knew the answer to. She nodded one more time and I slowly positioned myself at her entrance. She groaned as I played with her, starting to push in and then coming back out. She surprised me by wrapping her legs around me and pushing me in deep. We both groaned at the pleasure and I kissed her mouth. As we met each other's thrusts we both explored, touching wherever we could. I started pounding harder and I could hear and feel her getting close. This brought me to my edge and we both moaned and melted into each other as our climax hit us at the same time.

BPOV

Our climaxes hit us at the same time and all I could do was be happy. I'd never had an orgasm, much less two, before. I'd never actually enjoyed sex until now. I could live in this bed with Edward for the rest of my life if I had to and do nothing but this all day long. He slowly pulled out of me, elicting yet another moan from me. He chuckled and kissed my cheek while falling down on his back and pulling me with him. After a few moments of silence he pushed some of my hair behind my ear and looked at me.

"Are you ok?" he asked. I kissed his lips, soft and sweet, while curling my head under his chin and snuggling closer to him. His arm tightened around me.

"Never better," I replied. And it was the truth. This was the best thing that I could think of to happen to me in my entire life. I fell asleep in his arms to the cadence of his breathing.

So, it's been a long time. But there is the next chapter. I really want to get back into writing so hopefully I can do it with this story. I'm not promising updates once a week, but when I can update I will. Thanks. (: