Chapter Rated M.

A couple walked quietly hand in hand down the street. A loud roar suddenly ripped through the air. The man looked up confused. He distinctly remembered watching the weather earlier and the night was supposed to be beautiful, a full moon and plenty of stars. He simply shook it off and continued walking.

Carlisle looked down at his now shredded shirt, his eyes pure black with desire. Esme stood a few feet away from him with one eyebrow quirked and a playful smile stretched across her beautiful features. Sure she seemed sweet and full of nothing but love and innocence but when it was just the two of them she was unbridled. It was truly a beautiful thing to see. The wind blew through her hair and Carlisle caught a lungful of her scent.

Before Esme even had a chance to think Carlisle slammed her up against the side of the famous structure causing it to shake. His hands found their way to her waist and tore at the silky fabric of her dress. Esme moaned as she fisted her hands into Carlisle's golden locks and let him bite down on her throat.

"You know I've always loved Paris." She laughed out, black eyes meeting black.

Carlisle let out a throaty laugh and grabbed Esme's hips. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and took her time thoroughly punishing his lips. Esme grabbed on to the metal above her putting dents in it. She was trying to be careful not to crush it, after all the French would be awfully upset to lose the Eiffel Tower. Esme growled against Carlisle's lips when she felt the length of his hardness push eagerly against her thigh. Without a second thought she ripped at his pants.

"Patience my love." Carlisle whispered against her ear causing electric shivers to run up and down her spine.

She groaned as his thumbs ran across her hardened nipples through the silk fabric. She pushed her hips harder against him and if it was even possible his eyes grew darker. "I'm in no mood for patience right now Carlisle." She panted out as she licked his collar bone.

Carlisle pressed his lips to hers in a dangerously passion filled kiss and Esme let out a loud whimper. "Now!" She begged. Carlisle had always been a patient man but at the moment he couldn't contain himself. He quickly bunched up the silky fabric around her waist and pushed into her. Esme let out a loud cry that Carlisle hushed by capturing her lips with his. He began driving in and out of her in a relentlessly slow rhythm. Esme grabbed a fistful of his hair and let out a fierce growl. "Faster!" She demanded. Carlisle picked up his pace. Esme bit down on his shoulder to stifle the cries of pleasure. It was only 3 am and she didn't was all of Paris to be woken up. "Harder!" She growled against his ear. Carlisle drove in and out of her until he couldn't take it anymore. He felt himself empty himself into her and he placed a path of gentle kisses up her soft throat.

"We're not even close to being finished." He smiled at her and she smiled back.

The next day as the tour guide was taking a group of Americans up to the top of the Eiffel Tower he couldn't help but notice that it looked slightly off balance.