He wished he had as much faith in himself as she did. She peered at him through her thick lashes so trustingly; it was almost heartbreaking--of course, if his heart could break. He didn’t stop himself from looking down on her; the moon undisturbed by clouds did wonders to her skin. For a moment, he had to remind himself that she wasn’t one of them yet but the way her skin glowed made him believe otherwise. She was red in the face, the boiling blood beneath the thin layer of pale skin that separated his teeth from the river of manna, caused her to look as lovely as she did. She looked down from his piercing eyes, facing the door where he held her captive, trapped between the hickory wood and his rock hard body. She was unable to breathe for a moment so she shook her head while taking in a much necessary breath. He chuckled, the action causing his chest to vibrate and she could feel it on her back, she was so close to him. They were naked though no longer wet from the small dip in the river. She felt everything, absolutely everything. Just thinking about it made her blush even darker.

He took her almost dry hair in one hand, moving it to one side. His other arm snaked around her waist and she closed her eyes. Breathe, she reminded herself, brea--- and then his lips trailed on the back of her neck and her knees buckled. A burst of icy breath behind her told her he was highly amused by her reaction. Too shocked to respond, she satisfied herself with a huff. He held her a bit tighter now, obviously not able to trust her enough to keep standing by herself. He placed kisses down her spine, his free hand grasping her arm and tracing patterns. Her breath came in short, quick spurts now and she wondered briefly if her weak, human heart could handle such pleasure. Edward thought not because he stopped and turned her around, a grin on his face.

His hand reached for the door knob while his mouth devoured her. She reminded herself to breathe again; it was necessary, she thought to herself, panicky, she didn’t want to faint yet again. The door opened but he had her safely in his arms. With his foot, he shut the door, barely making a sound as it closed. Or maybe she just didn’t notice if it did; her mind was happily preoccupied with other things. Edward was now trailing a million kisses down her throat and she willed her blood to stop flowing so violently through her veins. He didn’t seem to mind though as he continued downward, finally laying her down on the soft, downy bed. They were by the edge of the bed, Edward kneeling with her legs on either side of him. Her eyes fluttered close as his cold breath hit her chest, making her body react instantaneously. He smiled wickedly at her and despite her nerves, she giggled. He captured one mound with his mouth, the other with his hand and began to explore.

One hand of hers reached out to grab his hair while the other flew to her mouth. She bit down upon it as he lowered his lips to her stomach where he breathed her in. He stopped for a moment, turning into stone. She peered down nervously and saw him staring up at her intently. His eyes were turning murky dark right before her own eyes. She swallowed a lump on her throat. Not because she was scared of him but she didn’t want to do anything that may stop his incredibly addicting actions. This seemed to be the best decision. His eyes slowly cleared though they remained a dark shade of brown.

He rubbed his face on her stomach.

“You smell so good,” he mumbled against her flesh and the blood rushed to her face again. His reckless kisses started again, lower and lower, on her hips, her bellybutton, and lower still. He kissed the inside of her thigh, making her audibly whimper and trailed to a place that made her eyes roll back to her head. She stiffened, much like he did when he lost control but he seemed to have a good restrain on his own needs. Her head cleared of absolutely everything through his administrations. She wiggled and moaned, pushing him farther into her, something he happily complied with. His eyes never left her face as she curved her back beautifully, her breathing stopping altogether and her heart beating like a drum beneath her chest. The groan she let out was more animalistic that he’d ever heard from her and he decided to store that thought for later. It would be great to tease her mercilessly about it.

Her breathing resumed within a couple of seconds, harsh and broken. He didn’t fight back the triumphant grin that broke through his lips as he moved her farther into the bed, making his way up to her face again. Her eyes were still closed and her face was still pink though the color was lightly dulled by the netting around the bed. He hovered above her while she came down from her ecstasy. With her eyes still closed, she reached out a shaking hand and pulled his face to hers, kissing him fiercely. He tensed again but only for a moment and then he too responded just as harshly as she. She lifted her hips to meet his and the action made him grunt against her lips.

“Bella,” he wanted to warn but it came out far too passionate to sound like a warning. She mumbled some nonsense words against his neck which may have made him chuckle if it wasn’t for the fact that there wasn’t anything funny about this. Her hands traveled down to his hips, coaxing him, teasing him. Still hesitating, he did not move, trying to fight off the haze in his mind to make a logical decision about all of this. Sensing this (only Bella could, he thought incredulously) her hand made its way around his all too willing erection. His reaction, which could only be compared to being burned suddenly, made her laugh. He wanted to glare at her but she was too happy knowing he wanted to her as much she wanted him to actually glare at her. He settled for a giving renounced look.

“If it hurts, you’ll tell me.”

He wasn’t asking her. She nodded impatiently, raising her hips again. His hand instantly shot down, stopping her. He sighed deeply, burrowing his face within the confinements of her neck. He was hesitant, she could feel it but she was very selfish at the moment. She scratched his back, humming at him to continue. He complied, pushing himself into her slowly, patiently.

“Oh my--” she whispered, as she took him in deep. He fit her perfectly though she had no prior reference on what perfect would be. But the way he filled her, the way it felt to have him inside her was indescribable. At first she thought the first thing she might have felt was an intrusiveness or even incredible painful but instead it gave her a sense of relief. Pieces of a puzzle, perfect against one another.

She felt rather than heard the snarls rumbling from his chest, like thunder on a summer day. The pain she felt as she took him in was the last thing on her mind. In fact, the amazing feeling of having him so deep inside of her wasn’t registering at all. She could smell the metallic scent, repulsive to her but she knew all too well what it did to Edward. All she could see were his eyes, now fixed on hers, black as the deepest onyx. His growls continued and if she hadn’t known better, she would swear that he was angry.

Against her better judgment, her hands flew to his face, and she whispered his name into the hot air, like the holiest prayer. He shook his head, still snarling but the rumble in his chest subsided. He held still for the better part of a minute and Bella didn’t dare do as much as breathe in too deeply. Suddenly, his hand left her hip and went to where they met, making her shiver as he purposely rubbed his finger against sensitive skin. He lifted it to his lips, tasting her in more ways than one.

“I’m ok,” he assured her, lifting his eyes to meet hers again. Though still onyx black, he seemed to have control back. He smiled that killing crooked smile of his, the corners of his eyes crinkling. She nodded slightly and wiggled beneath him, oh so subtly hinting at what she wanted. She smiled widely as his eyes fluttered close, his eyelashes flapping like the wings of a butterfly. He groaned her name but it sounded painful and for a moment, she wondered if she should be worried more about him than he was about her. The coherent thought was interrupted as he slowly, so devastatingly slowly, thrust into her. Her breath was caught somewhere in her throat and again the movement continued to deprive her of much needed oxygen. He laid his forehead on hers, leaning his while weight on one elbow as the other hand trailed down her arm, gripping her tightly. He kissed her again but not the same gentle kisses she had come to expect from him. These kisses were unrestrained, so deliciously painful. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting to get closer still. With every swift movement, he growled and she lost control of her body. Her chest lifted to meet his without her intention. She could hear the sounds she made but had idea when she was making them. Her brain was disconnected with her body and time itself and all she registered was a frenzy of actions, smells, and sounds.

His head traveled to her neck, bumping his forehead against her cheekbone. The sound of two bodies meeting sounded like a tribal ritual, something so deeply ancient and engrained into them. She moaned as he wrapped his fingers around her hip, wanting to be held closer and he did. Unaware of how much control he had lost, he grasped her hard, thrusting deeper and harder than before. Fierce snarls rippled through his lips and his eyes clenched close. He felt a haziness he had never felt before, not even when (in his younger days) he had wandered around London, lusting for human blood. A deep desire settled into his very being, eating him alive. He wanted to be closer to her, in body and in soul, to melt into her and become one. He pulled his body away from hers, the little restrain he had long gone. She shivered at the lost contact. He had one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder as he entered her deeply over and over again. His eyes never left her body as she wiggled, one hand on his arm and the other one grasping a fistful of the white bedspread. Her face was a mask of pure pleasure and her eyes ignited every cell on his body.

Through cloudy eyes, she too noticed everything about him. His structured jaw that easily gave away what era he was from, dark, sensual eyes, and the incredible sinews of muscles on his chest and stomach. His nose was well proportioned, almost aristocratic in shape. Though he wasn’t sweating, she could easily see the undiluted desire burning in his eyes and the deep breaths he took. Besides, she was sweating enough for both of them but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his tongue traveled every part of her body, tasting, teasing, exploring.

Her breathing increased and something burned inside the pit of her stomach. Her body tingled and goose bumps rose violently on her skin. Again, her chest raised to an arc and the sight sent Edward insane. His hands went to her back, pushing the tips of his fingers into her skin and pushing her to his mouth. Unrepressed kisses left her without the ability to breathe and adding to his movement which were already leaving her breathless, she was surprised that she wasn’t suffering from a brain stroke. Fingernails scratched down his back and had he been human she was sure the action would have drawn blood. By now, the pain she felt wasn’t from how aggressively he was plunging into her but the fire he had ignited, a fire she was praying would stop and the same time she prayed it would never end. Sensing this, he renewed his efforts.

Though a vampire and certainly more powerful than she was, even he a bit surprised when she cried out and hid her face in his neck, the walls around him constricting him hard and in spasms. Though the sane part of his brain told him he should give her a little time afterwards, it was completely overridden by the side filled with unfulfilled desire and so he chose to ignore the advice. He continued his movements, giving her no time to catch her breath. However, he did teach her the meaning of multiple orgasms. A few minutes later, she groaned again, louder this time and her hands flew to the headboard of the bed, grasping it tightly as the waves hit her over and over again. He felt her walls close around him once more and he threw his head back, pleased and growling deeply. Within the next half hour, she lost count of how many times she was brought to ecstasy (of course, he didn’t) . Each time was just as powerful as the one before and he refused to stop. He watched her intently, fiercely every time.

But soon his turn came and alongside her, he too froze with pleasure as wave after wave hit him. His snarl came from somewhere inside his chest, thundering and vicious. However, while it had taken a few times to disabilitate Bella and deprive her of energy, it only took once for him. He remained frozen deep inside her, his face crushed into her chest for a whole minute as he emptied inside of her. She smiled wickedly and squirmed against his already vulnerable state. His hands (thankfully) grasped the bedspread and twisted it hard, grunting brokenly from the friction she caused. He shivered and thawed out after some time; his muscles relaxing and placing his weight on her body, he breathed in slowly but deeply.

She moanedd softly under his weight but kept quiet afterwards. Being crushed by him wasn’t as bad as he made it seem. His skin had warmed considerably though probably not from the actions that transpired but his closeness to her own body. She was like a personal radiator to him, bringing him warmth in more ways than she probably knew. He placed his ear to her heart, listening to the erratic beatings and closing his eyes. They remained unmoving for an unknown period of time and soon her breathing regulated and her heart slowed down, becoming a lulling song and if he could, he would have been put to sleep by it. He was about to get off her, worried she might be uncomfortable but as if she could read his mind, her fingers began to trace designs on his back. His intentions forgotten, he continued to lie on top of her, shivering by the light touches. A million thoughts rushed in his mind and at the same time he paid no attention to them. He had never experienced a setting so peaceful. Usually he was bombarded by strangers’ thoughts, all the troubles they had, the sadness and worries of humans that he didn‘t know. But with her, he didn’t have to worry about the constant chatter inside his head. Yet, she was the only one he would have welcomed inside his head. He longed to know what she was thinking at the moment. It didn’t escape him that at any moment during their act, it could have turned deadly. Was she hurt? Was she happy? Did she regret it?

Time was the last thing on his mind but all too soon, her hand stopped, dropping on top of his cold skin. He lifted his head a fraction off an inch and found her asleep, the smallest hint of a smile on the corners of her lips. She must have been exhausted, he thought ruefully, and took his weight off her. Her eyes fluttered open, sleepily and pressed her hand against his back, wanting the connection back. He chuckled and kissed her lips. The carefulness he had lost during the night returned and carefully, his arms surrounded her and turned them around, bringing her on top of his chest. She mumbled something unintelligently but snuggled close. He pushed back the strands of hair covering her face and stroked her cheek, watching her every movement. Soon, she began to speak and he all but burst out laughing.

“A replay?” he asked her, knowing quite well she wouldn’t respond. And so, he settled back against the pillows, listening to her tell him all about what had just happened and hoping his laughter wouldn’t wake her. It would be some time before he noticed the bruises but for now, he closed his eyes and listened to her intently, not even noticing as the dawn broke through the clouds.