Disclaimer: These are not Stephanie's vampires.
Chapter Fourteen
Isabella Swan
My heart is beating so loudly that I wonder if, maybe, Edward can hear it. From what I had observed about vampires so far, everything about them seemed enhanced and it would only make sense if the wet, heavy thumping of my heart echoed loudly in my small dorm room. Edward is looming over me, his body pressed in close to mine, his cold hands moving slowly over the uninterrupted skin of my back.
He inhales deeply, suddenly pressing his nose into my neck and snatching away the shirt I had just been about to put on; his mouth opens against my skin and his tongue flicks out, tasting me.
I wonder what he tastes - a shadow of what my blood tastes like? The soap I use when I bathe, maybe?
I shiver violently when Edward quickly sits down on the edge of my bed, pulling me to stand between his legs, his head level with my bare chest. I move my hands to cover myself, but Edward stops me, keeping my arms pinned down to my side as he boldly presses several kisses to the middle of my chest, right between my breasts. My body reacts to the coolness of his skin, my nipples tightening.
Edward growls lowly, his hands moving, firmly clapping down on my waist while his head moves, his lips caressing one of my breasts. A small noise escapes me – one of arousal and fear of the unknown.
His rough tongue slowly, torturously moves over my nipple.
The tiny sparks of tingling that had started in my abdomen quickly turn into physical evidence of my arousal – and I know right when Edward smells it because his actions turn ravenous.
His lips pull and nip at my nipples, his hands moving to expertly massage my breasts, his tongue swathing me with cold strokes. I feel mindless, a slave to the intense pleasure seeping into every pore. I hadn't had any idea my entire body could be so responsive to touches like this, concentrated on one area. I could feel myself tightening, grasping at nothing but my own wetness.
Edward's hands slide down to my bottom and so quickly I barely have time to breathe, he positions me over him – straddling his lean body on the edge of the mattress, my knees close to slipping off, my body supported by both his hands and his hardness as he thrusts right there, his mouth still concentrated on my breasts. Until now, he'd been careful to keep his fangs away from the delicate skin as he paid great attention to what made me moan and what made me shudder with pleasure.
It must be a vampire thing because I can't fathom how Edward's attentions don't slow down as he begins to manipulate my hips over him. His fangs scrap against the tops of my breast, just bypassing my nipple by centimeters.
As he is rocking our most intimate parts together, bringing me closer and closer to the edge, I look down, watching his dark head move over my chest, seeing the feral, passionate expression with my own eyes.
And then I am a shuddering mess, feeling the wetness in my panties grow, my breaths coming out as high-pitched gasps. Edward is growling, his hips undulating underneath mine and I feel him twitching against me and his long fangs brushing against my skin, just barely drawing blood.
I pant, trying to catch my breath, forcing my eyes open.
Edward purrs, softly licking each nipple, as if in gratitude. "Beautiful," he murmurs, hugging me tight against his chest. "Your body is so perfect."
I blink, my brain just beginning to function again. I believe Edward with every fiber of my being – he can't lie to me, after all. He finds me beautiful and arousing and it's not just my blood – it's the body I find too thin. But he appreciates it; he even wants my body.
I let myself melt into his chest as his lips reverently caress the skin on my neck, as he buries his face in my wild, dark hair. "You didn't take blood?"
He shakes his head slowly, cool breath rushing against me. "It would be too soon, princess."
I nod in understanding.
And then a question bubbles up and my face is feeling hot. "Was it as good for you…without the blood?"
His arms tighten against me. "My Bella," he says softly, pulling back just enough that I see the clear mint of his eyes even though I don't make direct eye contact. "It was more than just good. I find so much pleasure already with your body and we've just barely cracked the surface. I have yet to truly touch you. Your blood, while delicious, is just the icing on the cake, something to make our couplings even more intimate."
I feel my body shiver at his words, drawing my attention to the mess in my ruined underwear. Edward refuses to let me move and I struggle against him for a moment until I feel him hardening underneath me. I stop, looking at him with wide eyes and let out a terrible yawn.
"My tired little mate," he says proudly, moving my body so that I am laying down on the bed.
"I need to clean up," I say, yawning again. The day – and the orgasms – were catching up to me.
"Let me take care of you," Edward whispers. I blink up at him, gasping when he suddenly disappears and comes back to my side not a second later, a dripping washcloth in his large hand. With a grin, he peels my underwear down, seeming to savor the scent and the sight as I am revealed to him; I'm too tired and comfortable to even care that he's seeing me completely naked. Edward carefully brings the washcloth to my most intimate place and begins cleaning me up, slowly swirling the rough fabric over sensitive areas.
His eyes are wide, entranced, as he moves the cloth up to my clit, brushing against the nub several times. And he stays there, slowly massaging the nerves, moving the cloth over it with growing friction, making my hips arch up towards him. He looks up at me, watching my tight nipples and the growing flush on my face, and then he looks back down to where his hand is working, the washcloth the only barrier between us. "Will you come?" he asks me, a growl rasping through his lips, his fangs clicked down.
I can't answer him; my hands are clutching the comforter and I am unable to take my eyes away from him. The cloth is rubbing in larger circles now, rougher, with more purpose.
And then, there isn't any cloth between us – Edward's cold fingers are now rubbing against me, just barely dipping inside of me. My clit, sensitive from the attentions of the washcloth, is between his fingertips and, with a low growl, he pinches it lightly, sending my body into dizzying tremors. I may gasp his name but I don't care; I'm out of my mind with pleasure and Edward is growling, his chest rumbling as he watches my body clench for him.
When my body calms down, he reluctantly removes his fingers and cleans me again with the washcloth, completely ignoring my clit. "I want to see it again," he says. "But you are so tired, princess."
Edward helps me sit up and pulls my shirt over my head and then tucks me into bed. Once I am wrapped up completely, he moves behind me, spooning me and feathering my hair with light kisses.
I am almost asleep when I feel him move away and the cold air seep into the room from the window. I hear him speaking with someone, hear him using a dismissing tone, and then he is back behind me, underneath the covers with me and there is growing warmth on top of us. I touch the new blanket tiredly, realizing that it is electric.
I smile at his logic as he wraps his arms tightly around me.
And when I wake up, I am perfectly warm – the electric blanket is on high and Edward's body seems to have taken on a warm temperature.
Edward is actually asleep behind me, breathing slowly, quietly. If possible, he seems even more beautiful in his slumber, his face relaxed and so young, though he does still look older than me by at least a few years.
He sleeps deeply and genuinely, his eyes moving rapidly underneath the lids.
Not wanting to disturb him, I wiggle out of his arms and out of the bed, glancing at the clock and realizing that I might be late to class. I move towards my closet, quickly grabbing my warmest sweater and a random pair of print jeans and underwear, shooting a look at Edward's sleeping form when I realize he didn't give me a pair last night.
I shower very quickly and dress in the bathroom, bypassing my room as I hurry down the stairs, having already grabbed my book bag so I wouldn't run the risk of waking up the vampire prince.
By the time my class is over, it's nearing mid-day and my stomach is loudly protesting my lack of food. I wonder if Edward is awake but I realize that vampire sleeping habits might not be like a humans – although, clearly, he didn't need to wait for the sun to go down to go outside.
As I am walking towards my dorm, intent to find Edward, wake him up and demand food – or a kiss, since I seemed to be craving that almost as much as I needed nutrition – I hear my name being called. "Miss Swan!"
I look behind me, half expecting to see the guy from last night.
But jogging towards me is the out of breath, balding rent-a-cop that is the head of campus security. He waves his hand at me as he slows down to a stop. "Miss Swan," he gasps out.
I look at him blankly, waiting for him to continue.
"Are you able to come back with me to the security center?"
I shake my head. "I have plans," I lie, not liking how he looks at me – like he owes me something but also wants to own me. "I need to get going."
"Wait," he says. "I thought you might like an update on Paul."
Dread creeps over me.
Of course.
I'd seen Edward kill Paul with my own eyes.
This was bound to catch up to us sooner than later.
I harden my expression, raising a brow. "What about Paul?"
The rent-a-cop wrings his hands together. "I'd rather not discuss this around other students," he hints.
I cross my arms over my chest. "Look, I really do have somewhere to be. It's here or nothing."
"Fine," he says, glancing over at a few co-eds across the courtyard. "Paul's body was found about ten miles away. Looks like an animal attack."
It's not hard for me to fake my surprise – I would have thought vampires would hide their victims better.
But maybe Edward was trying to prove a point.
I didn't know what the point might be, but I considered him successful.
"I see," I say stiffly. "That's too bad."
The cop nods genuinely. "The Huskies might not make it through the season without him."
"The Huskies?" I ask blankly.
The rent-a-cop nods again.
"Are you kidding me? The bastard tried to rape me and you're concerned about football? He deserved whatever came to him."
Disgusted, I turn away, ignoring the questioning looks from the students of the campus – and realizing, belatedly, that I'd raised by voice in my outrage.
And I honestly didn't care.
Let them wonder.
Paul is dead and I'm downright giddy about it.
I walk quickly towards my dorm, eager to get back to Edward.
But maybe I shouldn't have been so eager.
Edward is pacing up a storm in my room, his hands in his hair, his face hard with anger. He shoots a withering glare at me as I close the door and stalks closer, looming over me in such a way that I actually feel intimidated.
"Edward?"
"You left," he growls, backing me against my door.
I shiver. "Just for class. You were asleep."
Edward nods once but even that seems far too harsh. "I woke up alone," he tells me. He places his hands on either side of my head and leans in until his cold breath is washing over my skin. "You left," he repeats.
I understand immediately – this was Edward's true fear, the fear of me leaving or disappearing and never coming back.
I'd nearly made it his reality again.
Remorse fills me and I reach for him. "Edward. Edward, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
He chuckles darkly, pushing my hands away and pining me to the door with one of his own. "Scare me?" he asks. His other hand moves quickly, cupping my core and grinding the heel of his hand against my clit. "This is mine, princess," he growls. "And you are mine, too."
My heart is racing and I feel myself growing wet.
His dominance is arousing.
I know I did something wrong – I left. My leaving is like Edward lying to me.
Only his form of punishment was sexual dominance.
I deserved it.
Hunger is blazing in the mint green of his eyes and he eyes my neck as his fangs seem to grow larger. "I need to remind you," he hisses. "You belong to me."
And then, his fangs are deep in my neck and his hand is rubbing harshly against me and I'm helpless to it all – the pleasure, the pain, the way Edward simply owns me.
And that feeling of belonging to someone this powerful, of belong to Edward?
It is unlike anything in the world.
A/N: I know – lots of, well, sex in this chapter. What can I say? Vampires are sexual creatures? Lol
And the first ten reviews (and guests) are….
B – LOL iron on loan? I'm sure he would love that!
FanficButterfly – Nope! Bella is safe on the Paul situation! Welcome to the story!
Glitter Poisoned My Blood – I love spinach! I'm anemic, too, so I'm all about legumes and leafy greens!
Sadie1787 – AH, Edward. That handsome devil. He'll make Bella feel all comfortable and shit in her skin, right? Lol
Maysnrs – LOL Yes, yes. Always so eager for the mating! Edward the Nutritionist might have a comeback, I think.
Edward's spouse – Amen! I think a lot of body image issues stem from media but people always told me the same thing growing up. It's been a hard road to be like, "Okay, I have curves. Everyone else can suck it!" lol
Kaygou – It was pretty cute. I might have him plead for more things!
Jamieannaelisabeth – Don't let the natives get restless! They begin attacking or something! Lol
james3142 – Ah, more twists to come with the vampires. I promise that lol It'll probably throw everyone for a loop, but that's okay!
Twilight Rocker 12 – LOL Kick the butts of those exams! I believe in you!
Pumpkinmykitty – I'm so jealous! Lol I really wanted a good chicken fried steak last chapter and now I want it again! D:
And super special shout out to the first review of the last chapter, vampyregirl86 – Yay! You agree! Lol I've always thought the same thing. It's like, how are all these vampires sane if they're like, a thousand years old? Whattt? Lol
Alright ladies – and gents? – I'm off to…I don't know, actually. Check my email, I guess?
As always, be brutally honest. I can take it.
~cupcakeriot
PS – Check out Augury by Passionate04. She doesn't have nearly enough reviews and this story is amazing, though I might be a bit biased!