Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns twilight.


The sun's rays hit the open window next to the bed and filter in to the room, waking me out of the best sleep I've had in ages. I crack open one eye and glance at the clock on the bedside table. I can't remember the last time I slept in until 9:00am, but I'm not surprised.

He's changed a lot about me.

I feel the bed shift slightly and suddenly an arm wraps around me and pulls me back flush against a warm and toned body. He starts a trail of kisses from behind my ear, down my neck, ending at my shoulder.

I turn my head and finish opening my eyes to gaze into his emerald ones.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning," I grunt, my coarse voice a stark comparison to his angelic one.

I feel him grow against my backside as his smile only deepens.

"Oh, well, good morning!" I say again, fully awake now, while giggling like a little school girl. Another thing that he's changed… I never giggle.

He smirks and then disappears under the covers.

I prop myself up on my elbows and look down confused. Suddenly I'm given the reason to his disappearance when I feel his hot tongue connect with my apex. I gasp and my head rolls back while I let him lavish me with his mouth.

"Oh God…." I whimper as my fingers find solace in his smooth hair and tug.

I feel two of his fingers slide into me, they pump fast while his tongue works my clit over slowly. The two different motions work in perfect harmony to bring me closer to my climax.

He moans against me, the vibrations along with the unexpected curving of his fingers send me over the edge and I chant his name over and over loudly.

The wet kisses I feel trailing up my body help me come back down. I open my eyes and for the second time today, I'm met with the most beautiful colored eyes.

His eyes hold a tenderness behind them that I didn't see the night before. We don't talk, we don't need to. Our bodies convey everything that needs to be said between the soft caresses and the slow kisses.

He slips inside me and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. He begins moving slowly, pushing himself entirely inside me then slowly pulling out, reveling in the joining of our bodies. He holds himself up with one arm above my head and uses the other to explore my body. When the tension begins to build, he starts to move faster, harder. Reaching over, he brings my leg up over his hip and starts to pump into me with much more force. I grab onto his shoulders for support and dig my fingers in his skin.

"Oh fuck, you're so beautiful, you know that?" He groans over me, his eyes roaming all over my body as if trying to commit it to memory.

I silently reach a hand behind his neck and bring him down towards me, kissing him hard. It's a little sloppy due to the rapid motion of our hips, but that doesn't deter me from showing how I feel about him.

His fingers find my center again, the pressure in my stomach building much faster than before which makes me cry out. He rests his head on my shoulder, his kisses on my neck are rushed and inconsistent as he meets me thrust for thrust.

"Come for me, beautiful."

Just like that I come undone. I feel my walls spasming around him as he finds his own release.

He cries out the name of another woman, and reality smacks me so hard in the face that tears spring to my eyes immediately.

He rides out his climax and pulls out of me slowly. I wince at the feeling of being disconnected and blink rapidly, trying to dispel the tears quickly before he notices. Of course, he looks up just as one big fat traitor tear rolls down the side of my face. He smiles tenderly at me and kisses it away, whispering words of affection I don't hear over the ringing in my ears.

I start thinking back, trying to pin point when my life went to shit and how I ended up here, in this fucked up situation.


I'm brought out of my trance and focus back on the green orbs that are looking down at me with concern. I blink once before I realize he's calling my name. Well, what he believes to be my name.

"Are you alright?" He asks, his hands roam down my body, accessing its state and making sure he hasn't hurt me.

"Yeah, yes. Sorry, I just…" I can't think of anything to say to him. That I what? Got choked up because the man I'm completely and irrevocably in love with doesn't know my real name? That I continue to lie to him when he has done nothing but open up to me?

"I know…"

My eyes snap back to his, he smiles at me, trying to silently convey that he understands what I'm feeling, that he's feels the same. If only he knew the truth, he wouldn't be looking at me like that.

More tears spring to my eyes at the fact that he believes I was crying because I was overcome with emotion, and not because of the guilt and shame.

I push everything I'm feeling back down and lock it up. I can't think like that, not after all the work I have left to do.

I just pray to whatever God is listening that he can forgive me when this is all over.


I just wrote this short snippet for now. I have the first chapter done already but I'm not sure if I'll post it right away, I'd like to see what kind of reaction this gets first!

Let me know your thoughts, I'd love to hear them! :)