Disclaimer: All the Twilight stuff belongs to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just playing in her sandbox.

Here comes the part that starts to earn the mature rating - hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 15 Hope, Sex & Love

EPOV

I stared at her for a long moment and did the only thing I thought might convince her -

I kissed her with all the passion within me. Now was not the time for gentle kisses, my tongue demanded entrance, my lips exultant on hers. She might be bruised later, I really could not bring myself to care. Without a thought, I ripped her top down the center and exposed her breasts to me, taking them into my mouth roughly, my lips never leaving her skin, my arms around her, pressing her to me, caressing her. I looked up to see her eyes, wide with wonder not knowing what the hell had gotten into me. I held her face in my hands and brushed away the flood of salt water from her eyes.

"Baby, let me explain,"

I whispered to her as I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, cradling her body to mine. She was breathing hard, whether from sobbing or from my kisses I didn't know. I was out the door with her, not stopping to answer the questions in the thoughts of my family nor to sooth their shocked faces. I pressed her naked chest to me as I ran through the forest. After only minutes, we came to a clearing. I walked up the stairs of the home that had been built there and entered through the door, closing it behind me. Slowly, never taking my lips from her skin, I climbed the stairs to the second floor, entered the master bedroom and laid her on the huge king sized bed that stood in the middle of the room, wrought iron posts covered in roses and soft cream fabric forming a canopy. I Placed her in the center of the bed, scooting her legs apart with my knee so that I was kneeling between her legs sitting on my heels. I reached behind my head and pulled my shirt off slowly as I watched her eyes, still red and swollen from her tears. I reached in front of me and without a single word, tore the pants from her body as well as mine. I lowered myself down full onto her body into her waiting arms, realization dawning on her face.

"I told you love, I am never leaving you. I love you. I know we're supposed to decide things together and I want to do that . . . but I wanted to surprise you with a place of our own, away from the rest of the family's vampire hearing. I want to make love to you and the pain they were probably talking about is the distress your hand on my erection causes when I can't relieve it, the need for you that had to be restrained because you were not yet healed, the lust poor Jasper has had to endure with my being in a constant state of arousal for the last few weeks. I love you. I have always loved you and I am not leaving. Do you feel me, sweetheart, do you feel how much I want you?

I told her these things as my hands cupped her cheeks, my lips peppered her face with soft kisses and my erection ground into her, impossibly hard now from the heat of her core.

"Edward, I was so scared," she said as she ran her fingers through my hair, tugging on the hair at the nape of my neck and running her hands down my sides as I lay on top of her. Her tears had stopped but her face still showed the panic that she felt.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," I told her as I kept nuzzling between her ear and her shoulder tracing kisses along her neck and jaw, my hips rocking into her of their own accord. I raised up on my elbows to look her in the eye, my hands cupping her cheeks.

"No one is trying to fool you, love, there are no secrets that are still kept from you. I wanted our house to be a surprise, that's the only secret, I swear! I love you and I have no plans to leave you. Ever."

I was breathing heavily with my arousal, though I had no need for the air. Bella threw her arms around my neck and hugged me with a force that would have choked a human male. With her arms around me, her fist in my hair and her tongue frantically caressing mine, she rocked her hips into me. That was it. I could take no more. I came unglued.

Her human body was so fragile. She could accidentally be hurt so easily. A touch in haste could break a bone. One careless reach for her to caress her cheek and I could accidentally crush her skull, not to mention the bruising I could cause. An uncontrolled thrust into her and she would literally be impaled on me, my erection like a sword through her soft body crushing her pelvis and ripping through her organs and tissues.

This was her first time - my first time . . . and I needed it to be perfect.

My idea of soft kisses and gentle caresses for our first time was not to be though. My emotion and desire had been pent up for so long, laying night after night beside her with her stroking me so intimately, her warm body beside me and the intensity of her need today finally taking form. She needed to know how I really felt about her, just how much I loved and wanted her. I could not have stopped myself now if I tried.

The noises coming from my body would have scared the bravest of hunters in the woods at midday, but here in our bed she smiled at me. She held me closer still, love exuding from her every pore. She knew me for the vampire I was and she loved me regardless.

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BPOV

He was wild . . . fierce and inhuman. I had never seen or even dreamed of him in anywhere near this state. His eyes were glassed over and seemed like molten black fire. Every muscle in his body was tensed, focused like a large predatory cat about to spring. His movements were feral, his arms around me held me like a steel vice, his chest heaving and his hips rocking into mine. My clothes and his were gone in an instant, jeans ripped away with all the effort it would take a human to brush away a spider web - no, that would imply effort . . . it took none. He sat back on his heels, lifting my hips up onto his thighs, his hands kneading my backside and grasping my waist, then both hands stroking from my knees to my core starring intensely at me laid bare to him. Both his hands traced up my thighs, his fingers stroking the folds he found slick with the wetness his actions were causing. His tongue visibly traced his lips. He bent down and ran his nose back and forth across the thickly curled hair at the top of my core, inhaling deeply. It seemed to drive him into even more of a frenzy.

In spite of all the effort and pretense in the last 90 years living among humans, when it came down to it, Edward was not human. This was not my gentle, loving, painstakingly careful husband in bed with me . . . this was my vampire and I was his mate. He was out of patience and through waiting. His intent was clear, he was claiming what was his and I fucking loved it.

"Good, so good," I heard him mumble, his cock in his hand as he rubbed the head of it up and down between my folds. It was impossibly hard and now pulsing at my entrance. Stillness overtook him. He was as unmoving as a statue, completely still as only a vampire can be. He took one long breath and looked into my eyes, apparently using every ounce of strength and restraint he could muster and asked,

"Are you sure, Isabella, are you sure you want this?" his impossibly deep velvet voice spoke in a whisper, "I won't be able to stop. You must tell me now, my love."

I nodded perceptibly as his answer came in the form of my hips rocking towards him and my legs wrapping tightly around his waist, my heels digging into his back and pressing his erection into me. He was instantly on me, his mouth exultant against mine, his hands kneading my breast with such intensity it was just short of painful. He positioned himself and entered me slowly.

Every fiber of his being seemed to be trying to slow his penetration, trying to be gentle. It was no small feat, but it was necessary as he stretched me further than I had ever imagined. He stopped after a moment, he had reached the point that my virginity would be lost if he continued. He bent down and whispered in my ear his love for me, and that he was sorry that this was going to hurt, then he thrust in, sheathing himself in one thrust and stilled. He trembled, whether from a sensory overload or his emotions or in an effort to let me adjust, or maybe all of these reasons at once.

Tears were escaping from my traitor eyes again. It wasn't that the pain was so overwhelming, though it was there, it was more the emotion of the moment. I had been waiting for this moment for over two years, fearful that it would never come and now that it was here, it was everything and more than I had imagined, more than my dreams had imagined. His cool skin was a balm to the newly stretched and torn tissue, easing the pain, yet I burned with a fire I had not imagined.

I slowly rocked my hips into him, his body now flush with mine, buried as deeply within me as humanly possible. Edward reacted to this movement by slowly pulling out just ever so much and pushing back in, every muscle in his body tense, his face still buried in my shoulder. He repeated the action over and over again, each time pulling just slightly further out and thrusting in just a little quicker, a little harder than the last time until he was pulling back and thrusting into me with his entire length.

His hands grasped tightly to my hip bones at first, then snaking under my arms to grab over the top of my shoulders from behind, his elbows holding some of his weight. He pulled his face from my shoulder long enough to stare at my lips, then consume them, snarling, his tongue insistent.

His eyes were black and wild but I saw no blood lust and no need to try and bring him back to himself. Instead I grasped his hair, his shoulders, his backside - anything and everything to hold onto more of him, to bring him closer to me, to encourage him further. He needed little encouragement.

"So fucking good . . . so good . . . Bella . . . fuck . . . so tight . . . so fucking . . . good"

I had never seen or heard this Edward before, more animal than man - inhumanly strong and feral. His raw power would be terrifying in any other situation. When his mouth was occupied with my mouth or breast, I could hear his chest growling loudly and when his mouth would move from one place to another, a snarl the likes of which I would only expect to hear from a large feline predator would escape his throat. His thrusts continued to grow in speed and intensity, stopping just short of pounding bone against bone, his breath ragged. He was absolutely ravenous and utterly terrifying in his ferocity. Vampire and man, he was completely mine. God I loved him so.

My breath was as ragged as his, my hips meeting his thrust for thrust, my heart pounding. I felt my stomach tighten and my body start to tense and stiffen. It was as though my lungs could not fill with enough air, my heart could not beat with enough intensity, I could not hold onto him tightly enough or move with enough strength to accommodate the overwhelming emotion building within me. I stopped moving altogether as I arched into him and screamed his name. My nails would have drawn blood down his back had he been human. He reacted with unbridled ferocity as he thrust into me at a blinding speed, it was as though he blurred for a moment. He suddenly tensed and straightened both arms, raising himself up above me, and snarled, uttering a ferociously wild roar at a volume I'm sure they heard clearly at the other house. It sounded like he screamed "mine", but it was so primal, I couldn't be sure. I felt his erection even larger than ever as he pounded into me and stilled, a coolness washing over me from the inside out as everything became black.

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EPOV

The orgasm that overtook me was the likes of which I had never even imagined. Vampires do not tire, yet I was spent. I lay with my head on her shoulder and my arms enveloping her, my erection starting to harden within her again. As my unnecessary breaths returned to normal, her legs fell from around me and onto the bed on either side of me. I looked at her face and saw that her eyes were closed and she looked content as if she were sleeping. I nuzzled her neck an kissed her lips . . there was no response as her arms fell from my neck.

Oh My God

I brought my hands to her face and gently shook her but there was still no response. I moved to lie beside her instead of on top of her, gently pulling my hardened erection from her and gasped.

I was covered in blood.

I knew there could be a little blood. I knew that was normal. As I looked down her body, my eyes followed the streaks of blood that trailed down her thigh where I had pulled my body from hers, and pooled on the bed. If I had a beating heart, it would have stopped at that moment. My worst fears were happening, I had lost control and injured her. How badly was the immediate question.

I gently kissed her neck to make sure her pulse and blood pressure were there and though her pulse was a little high, it was slowing and she was breathing normally. I ran to the bathroom and returned with a cold washcloth to put on her forehead, and a warm one to clean her and assess her injuries. There was more blood than I expected, but her bones were not broken and the bleeding seemed to have stopped. There didn't seem to be any damage to her frail body such as internal ripping or tearing, other than that from being intimate, thank God. She seemed to have just passed out. My two medical degrees and all my training did me no good at this moment. The thought that I had lost control and injured her consumed me. I had checked her vitals and knew she was not critical, but I was frozen, unable to think or move under the weight of what I might have done to her.

I heard their minds before they arrived - Alice and Carlisle. Carlisle sped up the stairs and saw me sitting on the edge of the bed, blood now running down my leg. He immediately moved to the side of the bed regardless of the fact that we were both still naked.

I said and did nothing to stop him.

"Edward, go get cleaned up son, while I check on Bella," urged Carlisle.

He gently felt for a pulse and checked her pressure and respiration, feeling for any signs of internal swelling or bruising, bleeding or damage. I grabbed some fresh jeans from the closet, the clothing we had been wearing in pieces on the floor, and returned to stand by the bed as Carlisle pulled the throw at the foot of the bed to cover her. Alice looked on from the doorway, the smell of blood too strong in our room.

"She just passed out, Edward. She's fine," he insisted as he put his monitor back in the little black medical bag he had brought with him when he ran to my house. I was standing beside him scared to death as he stood and turned to me, "She's fine, son. She's absolutely fine. Probably hyperventilated, causing her to pass out," he tried again to get through to me,placing a hand on my shoulder and shaking me gently, "Edward, you knew there would be blood, it may be a little more than usual, son, perhaps your size . . . the tissue just had to stretch to accommodate you. It's normal, the bleeding is perfectly normal."

"Edward, Bella. Is. Fine! You did not hurt her, son!"

"Alice and I are leaving now, she would be embarrassed if she knew we were here. Alice saw you upset and blood, so we came to help. You apparently have everything under control, son," the corner of his mouth turning up into a smile, as he laid a small package on the night stand, "I'll leave you this smelling salt in case you need it. She should wake up on her own shortly. You might consider changing the bed before she wakes so that you two will be more comfortable. I love you, son," with that he turned and left.

I quickly changed the bedclothes, gently moving her from one side to the other as I placed clean sheets and a clean comforter on the bed and threw the others into the wash with some bleach. We were after all, vampires and the smell of human blood around was disconcerting to say the least.

I took off my jeans and lay beside her, naked in our bed and pulled the covers over us. I ran my fingers through her hair and stroked her face. After a few moments that seemed like hours, she started to stir, opening her eyes to stare into mine. She immediately turned to me, putting her arm around me and nuzzling her face into my chest. "I love you," she softly said.

My heart was in my throat. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" I asked quietly as I stared intently into her eyes, stroking her back.

"I'm fine, I love you so much!" she repeated, her face soft and her eyes sparkling as she stared at me.

I pulled away slightly, my hands on her face so that I could look into her eyes, "Are you SURE you're alright, Bella, I didn't hurt you?" I asked.

"Edward, we both knew the first time would hurt, I just had no idea it would also be so . . . so amazing," she said as she closed the distance between us, wiggling her hips against me, gripping my length with her hand and starting to stroke me. I stilled her hand by grabbing it and slowly brought it to my face and kissed her palm.

"If it's alright with you, can we please just hold each other for a little while, love. You passed out and scared me to death. You almost managed to give a vampire a heart attack and I haven't quite recovered yet. I was so afraid I hurt you, I knew I had lost control and then I saw blood and you weren't moving and I am just really upset right now. It's not that I don't want you again, sweetheart, I do . . . I just really need to hold you and know that you're alright . . . please."

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BPOV

He looked at me with so much uncertainty and need in his golden eyes, all thoughts of my embarrassment over passing out dissolved, my only thought was to comfort and reassure him.

"Oh, Edward, I'm better than alright. I've never seen you like that - I have never even imagined you like that - more animal than man. The raw emotion and need you showed me, it's just what I needed . . . I needed to see your need and desire for me. I know you aren't hiding anything from me or just being good to me . . . to be like you just were with me and to not have hurt me, Edward your control even when you lost it was amazing. How did you do it? You always said it would be too hard!"

"Sweetheart, the only thing that is too hard to do is to be away from you. After experiencing what it was like to be without you, everything else is easily manageable. Bella, even if you had decided you didn't want me after the accident, I would have never been able to be far from you," I told her as I softly stroked her face.

"You really do love me, don't you?"

"Of course I love you. I live you. You're the other half of me," I rubbed my nose against her cheek, "You already knew that. I tell you everyday." I looked into he eyes, "I will always love you and I will never, ever leave you, Bella. You are MINE!"

"Yours, Edward, only yours."

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