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Chapter Five - Revelations
My mind was still on Paul and his secrets when I arrived home. Before I stepped out of the car I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. What I told Sam was in no way a lie, I was in fact tired as hell. All I wanted to do was take a hot shower and go to bed. Unfortunately, when I looked at the driveway and saw Charlie's car was still there, I knew my night was not going to end that peacefully. Charlie was waiting for me, and probably knew exactly what happened at the bonfire.
"Stupid gossiping old farts," I grumbled softly.
Whatever I told Charlie earlier, or better said, whatever Charlie told me earlier about not interfering with my life, was a lie if I ever heard one. I knew I was going to get an ear-full and I honestly didn't know if I could take it without exploding. It were days like these that made me want to kill Jacob Black. I reluctantly stepped inside the house and tried to make a run for it when I heard noise from the television coming out of the living room.
"Pfff...so close.." I murmured.
"Bella, could you come in here please?" Charlie asked with a 'you are in trouble missy' tone of voice.
I almost kicked myself for getting out of bed this morning. "Yeah, Dad, I'm coming," I sighed tiredly, silently wishing I was anywhere but here. I took a deep breath and walked into the living room. Charlie gave me what I call his cop look. He normally used it on his juvenile suspects. He'd just look at them until they'd crack. I sent him an 'that is so not gonna work on me' look.
He exhaled loudly. "It was worth a try kid."
He shifted himself so that he was now sitting up. "So...do you wanna tell me what happened?"
I stayed standing, doing everything I could not to let the irritation show on my face.
"Not really. It's not like whatever I'm gonna tell you is gonna be news to you anyway."
He gave me an exasperated look. "I already know what Billy told me. I would really like to hear your side of the story though."
"Why?" I asked surprised.
"Well, lets just say what you told me earlier kind of truck a cord. You may have been right; I do sometimes pick Jacob's side over yours."
I snorted disbelievingly. "Sometimes? Oookay..."
"Fine!" he snapped. "Most of the time."
He eyed me carefully. "Just answer me this; were you rude?"
I shifted my stance uncomfortably. "I may have been..."
"Bella!" Charlie snapped.
"What? What the hell was I suppose to do. Those people drive me nuts! Whatever the hell I tell them about not liking Jake in any way, they ignore. Now tell me, how am I suppose to stay polite when they don't listen to a word I say?"
"They ignore it because they think you're lying. They don't believe you."
I eyed Charlie carefully. "This is usually about the time I get rude," I replied coldly.
"I'm not necessarily saying that I think you're lying. I just think that you're young, and that you don't know your own heart yet. It could very well be that you are in love with Jacob."
I watched Charlie for a second before bursting out in laughter. "You people are insane. Seriously. I know my own heart very well, since it is ...well, you know - my own heart. I do not like, love, or even hate, Jacob Black. He irritates me, that's all. He somehow single-handedly managed to convince every person around me, that I'm in some kind of love affair with him. The guy is obviously delusional and in some need of many intensive therapy sessions."
"Now, Bells..." Charlie started.
"Now, Bells nothing!" I quickly interrupted. "I'm not telling you again, Dad. Stay out of my life."
I turned around in a huff, and managed to restrain myself from stomping up the stairs. Instead I took calm deliberate steps, making every effort not to give my dad the impression he was getting to me. He was of course, but he would just see it as proof that I really did like Jacob, instead of the desperate anger it really was. I closed the door to my room softly and made my way towards my bed. I took a deep breath, and threw myself on it.
The motion made me feel the slightly sore spot between me legs and I instantly remembered what I'd forgotten during my oh so delightful conversation with Charlie. I wasn't a virgin anymore.
I couldn't believe it, I just had sex. Sex with a stranger. No, not a stranger, not anymore. Sex with Paul. Me, virginal Bella Swan just had sex with Paul, and I enjoyed it too. Fucking hell!
I groaned when I thought about my poor choice of men. Sure having sex with Paul was the most amazing experience in my life, but now I was left wanting. I wanted him so much, it felt like every fiber of my being was calling out to him. Trouble was; like Jacob, the guy I had sex with seemed to have ties with Sam the bushwhacker too. There was just no escaping that tree-hugging freak.
I needed to find out what the hell was going on. There was something there, when they spoke to each other. Something that reminded me of the Cullen's. Not in a 'hi, we're all vampires' kind of way, but more in the way of keeping a big secret. A secret that seemed to be shared with other boys from the tribe.
There was clearly something going on in La Push and I needed to decide what wanted to do about it. If Sam really had some kind of power over Paul I needed to know the how and why of it, before I got in too deep. Paul told me he had to listen to Sam, so that meant that there was definitely some kind of command structure. They weren't vampires, that much was obvious. The only question that remained was, were they something else?
Perhaps I was just too paranoid after everything that happened between me and the Cullen's. But...I didn't think that was that was the case. I just needed to approach this logically. What happened? When did this all start? I needed to start at the beginning, retrace events, find out what's going on that way.
What happened first? Jake. Jake happened. He became my friend. While we were friends, he was scared of Sam Uley. When he abandoned me, he was Sam Uley's butt-monkey.
That means...Jake is a cowardly asshole. Well I already knew that. "Crap, what am I going to do about this?" I asked out loud. "I need to figure this out and all I can think of is the thought of Paul's hands touching me."
I almost moaned when I recalled the sensation. Stop! No thinking about Paul until I find out what the hell his deal is. I curled myself into a ball and covered my face with my arm. I froze when I smelled the faint scent of Paul and sex. "Well, that isn't helping," I groaned.
I almost tripped in my haste to get off of the bed. Shower. I needed a shower...fast. I needed to stop thinking about Paul and get my head back in the game. I hurriedly started pulling on my clothes, trying to get out of them as fast as I could. When I started to pull off my bra, I heard a sound that made me freeze in my tracks. I turned around quickly and eep-ed when I saw where the sound came from.
"Please, don't let me stop you," Paul said softly.
Not happening. Not happening. This is just the start of a very good fantasy, this is not really happening. It has to be a fantasy, he's not even wearing a shirt for God's sake.
The only thing he was wearing was a pair of faded cut off jeans. I vaguely remembered him not wearing a shirt at the beach, but this seemed different somehow, more intimate. It was probably because he was standing inside my bedroom undressing me with his eyes.
He slowly started walking towards me, and just when I thought he was going to touch me, he didn't. He gave me a heated look before sitting himself down on my bed. My bed. He was sitting on my bed. Fucking hell, I was never going to be able to sleep there again. Damn him and his...hotness.
"...Go on...take it off."
What? No! I was not doing that...right? I silently cursed the man who had reduced me to the state of a hormonal idiot only by looking at me.
"Paul...how- why are you here?" I asked after swallowing loudly. His eyes held a faint trace of amusement.
"I told you I'd find you, didn't I?" he asked as if it was the most natural thing in the world to appear in the bedroom of a girl he hardly knew. Granted, a girl he just had sex with, but still. Suddenly a thought occurred to me, how did he come in here anyway? I sure as hell didn't hear him come in. Who knows how long he was standing there before I heard him.
"How did you get in here?" I asked calmly. Good, I was pulling myself together, there was no reason for him to know what kind of effect he really had on me. He would only use it against me, they all did.
"I used the window," he said as if it was the most normal answer in the world.
I turned to look at the window. Oh yeah, definitely something strange going on there. "The window...right.."
"I think you were in the middle of something," he reminded me casually. "Like I said before, don't let me stop you."
"Paul..." I started, only to stop when I saw his face. His desire for me was written all over his features. I felt myself get wet instantly. This wasn't fair, it really wasn't. One look from him shouldn't be able to turn me on like that.
His nostrils flared for a moment as if he was scenting the air and he groaned. "Bella...stop that or I wont be responsible for what happens next."
I shouldn't even have understood what he was talking about, but I did. "It's not exactly my fault Paul. You're the one that's looking at me like that. If you don't like the results, quit looking."
"I didn't say I don't like what it's doing to you, far from it. But if you don't stop right now, I'm going to walk over to you, carry you to the bed, lay you down, and fuck you. Hard, Bella."
I gulped. What do you say to something like that? My first instinct was; take me yes. I didn't say anything because I wasn't a complete idiot. He got off the bed and walked towards me until he came up behind me. He slowly lowered his mouth to my ear. "I know today was your first time, Bella. That's the only reason I'm not buried deep inside you making you scream my name," he whispered hoarsely. His hot breath against my ear and the side off my neck gave me goosebumps all over.
Holy-Crap-On-A-Stick! He reached out his hand and caressed my cheek softly. "Having you stand before me wearing two scraps of clothing to cover your delicious body, smelling your desire for me. Smelling my scent- my cum -all over you, is driving me insane. I want to fuck you so hard. I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock when you cum. I haven't heard you scream my name yet, Bella. I haven't screamed your name yet, and quite frankly, I'm looking to remedy the situation."
Oh God. I felt myself getting wetter. "Don't ,Bella. I don't want to hurt you, and I seriously doubt I can control myself when you smell like that," he groaned.
To hell with that! I took one step away from him, turned around, reached out, and pulled him towards me. It didn't really work out the way I planed it because he didn't budge, but I did pull hard enough for me to lose my balance and stumble against him. It wasn't what I was going for, but I took the opportunity it presented me nonetheless. I kissed him. He froze, and for a second I thought he was going to push me away, instead he pulled me closer to him.
The feeling of his mouth on mine, his taste... It felt like coming home after years of being away. His tongue touched mine and I instantly felt my desire soaking my panties. My hands roamed his naked chest, burning myself on his hot skin. He felt wonderful. I couldn't take it anymore, touching him like this, hearing him talk about me in a desirable way, it drove me insane with want. His hands roamed my body and stopped when they reached my ass. He pulled me closer to him and groaned. His mouth left mine and he leaned his head against my shoulder, breathing loudly. "Bella..."
I didn't answer his unspoken question with words, I answered it by opening the button to his jeans. "God, little witch. What are you doing to me?" he asked breathlessly.
"Nothing you aren't doing to me," I answered back. Before I could continue undressing him he froze. He gave me a quick, hungry kiss, and disappeared. When I opened my eyes, I was left standing there, frantically looking around my room. Where the hell did he go? Wait...maybe I really was dreaming. Before I could panic about my unstable state of mind, Charlie knocked on my door.
"Bells?" I literally stopped breathing. "Bells?" he asked after knocking again.
"Uhm...yeah, Dad. I'm not decent," I croaked.
"Oh, well I just wanted to tell you I'm heading over to Billy's. I'll sleep there 'cause we wanna head out early tomorrow morning. I'll be back by Sunday, alright?"
"Okay, Dad. Sure. Have fun."
"Alright, kid. And don't worry about making dinner on Sunday, I'll grab something to eat before I get home."
"Okay, Dad," I said again. I felt like a broken record, but it was all I could think of at the moment. Charlie seemed to have picked up on something because he asked, "You sure you're okay, Bells?"
"Yeah, dad. I'm fine, don't worry about me. Have fun with the guys, okay? I'll see you Sunday," I reassured him.
"Okay, Bells. Bye."
I exhaled loudly, waited for the sound of Charlie closing the front door. When I heard Charlie's police cruiser leaving the driveway I threw myself on my bed with relief. At least Charlie wouldn't have to be here for my mental break-down. I instantly startled when I felt Paul's hands on my back and I lifted my head to watch him. "Not a dream," I stated calmly.
He chuckled softly, the sound of his laugh brought tingles all over my body. "Not a dream," he agreed with amusement.
My head fell back down with a soft thud. "I though I was going insane. I am going insane. This is insane."
"Ssshh, you're fine," he whispered before gently kissing my neck. Every thought I had was instantly forgotten.
"Paul?" I moaned turning my head to the side in order to give him full access.
"Yes, my little witch?" he breathed huskily in my ear making me shiver at the sensation.
"I want-need you. Please?" I begged, my voice aching with need.
I felt him smile against my skin. "What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me and I'll give it to you."
"You, Paul. I need you to touch me...I need to feel you inside of me."
I felt like I was going insane. All I could think of was him. He turned me around while his body moved closer to mine. "I can't be gentle Bella," he said earnestly. "Not this time."
My breath hitched in my throat. Again I didn't waste any time giving him an answer. Instead I pulled him closer, kissed him, and began unbuttoning the remaining buttons on his jeans. His hands found my breasts and I hissed when he fingered my nipples. He unclasped the hooks of my bra and pulled it off quickly, leaving me wearing nothing but my soaked panties.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed. "I need you so much - I need to be inside of you so bad - it hurts," I pulled off his pants and groaned when I felt he wasn't wearing anything underneath. His cock was hard, but at the same time it was softest thing I had ever touched. He hissed as my finger rubbed the head of his cock, spreading out the small drop of pre-cum.
"Yes...ahh...Bella...don't stop.." he moaned. He tightened his grip on me and kissed me hungrily. His hands ripped off my soaked panties and his nostrils flared when broke our kiss to hold it close enough to smell it. "Bella, I can't...I can't wait. I need to be inside you, now. I'm sorry."
I didn't understand why he was apologizing because I wanted the same. I smiled softly when I saw the desperate look on his face. "I want you too Paul. I want you to fuck me, can you do that for me?"
He grinned wickedly. "I think I can manage that," he growled. He didn't give me time to say anything else, he positioned himself between my legs, and slid inside me with one thrust. I closed my eyes blissfully when I finally felt him inside me.
"This is where I belong my little witch. Inside of your warm, wet, pussy," he groaned breathlessly. He stayed still, not moving inside me until I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Paul..." I almost whined. "I need you to move..I-I need to f-feel you move inside of me."
He chuckled darkly before pulling himself out completely. I mewled at the loss of his cock, which only made him chuckle more. He kissed me briefly before turning me on my stomach. "I need to do this Bella, my animal side is rearing it's ugly head," he spoke wryly.
His animal side? Okay...
I turned my head to the side to watch him carefully. to say I was confused would be a bit of an understatement at this point. My stomach fluttered when I saw his still rigid cock slick with my juices.
He smiled wickedly and lifted me up from the bed to placed me on all fours. "I need to take you from behind. I-I cant ...I just really need to do this right now. Please...don't deny me..."
His voice held a pleading quality that sounded completely foreign, as if he wasn't one to plead often. He watched me carefully, face completely devoid if any emotion. I honestly didn't understand what the problem was, of course he could take me that way. He could fuck me any way he wanted as long as he would just do it already. But, as I watched him, a small part of me couldn't help but feel he was asking me for something more, something I wasn't sure I was willing to give.
I quenched the feeling before it could take root, and nodded at Paul. "Yes..just...do it ..." I answered huskily.
His answering grin was feral, animalistic even, but it didn't scare me as it would have anyone else. I don't know why it didn't, perhaps I was used to danger because of the Cullen's, perhaps Edward was right; there really was something wrong with my self-preservation instincts, it really didn't matter. Whatever it was, when Paul looked at me with a grin that made me check to see if I wasn't wearing a red cloak while carrying a basket full of cookies for my sick grandmother, I didn't feel fear, only felt lust. The kind of lust that emanated from danger. The kind that originated from the very core of me and resonated through every fiber of my being. When his eyes changed to amber right before me, when it seemed as if there was a foreign entity watching me from those very eyes, everything seemed to fall into place.
I couldn't believe I didn't see it before, after all, it was staring me right in the face. That day in the clearing when Laurent attacked me, I was saved by wolves. Big, unnatural wolves that had the same amber eyes that were watching me this very moment. Animal side rearing it's ugly head, indeed...
I should have been able to figure this out months ago, but why didn't I? I had all the pieces to the puzzle, all I had to do was fit them together, but I never did. The symptoms wouldn't have helped me much, because I never knew what exactly happened when someone turned into a werewolf. But the changes in itself should have told me there was something going on, something supernatural.
When Jacob told me the legend of the old ones, I was so happy I finally knew what Edward was, I completely forgot about the rest of his story. He told me the story of his ancestors, how they used to turn into wolfs to protect their tribe from the cold ones. He even told me of the treaty the between the Quiliette's and the Cullen's, why didn't I put two and two together sooner. My thoughts were interrupted by a low growl.
"You're not paying attention Bella, and I don't particularly like not having it. Don't make me punish you, you wouldn't like it if I did."
His eyes were watching me carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort and I couldn't help but feel like prey. The thought of being punished excited me and I could feel the juices dripping down from my pussy.
He inhaled sharply, "Or maybe I'm wrong, maybe you would like it. Would you like to be punished, Bella? I think you deserve it for not paying attention, what do you think?"
I couldn't really say anything, every coherent thought I had flew out of the window the moment he started talking about punishing me. I didn't think about the Cullen's, or werewolves, or anything else, really. All I could think of was Paul, and how much I wanted him to fuck me. I couldn't care less if he was Marvin the Martian, as long as he didn't stop touching me, I didn't give a damn. His hands left my body and I whimpered at the loss.
"Bella..." he growled. "I'm going to do whatever I want with you, do you have any objections? Because if you do, now would be the moment to voice them. I won't listen to you later, but if you tell me now, if you tell me what I can't do, I won't."
I groaned. Why the hell is he asking me questions at a time like this?
"Bella..." he almost warned. I tried to focus my mind and think about his question. The fact that he was asking me, told me everything I needed to know. He didn't want to do anything I wouldn't like, or feel uncomfortable with. The question was, what didn't I want to do. I thought about it for a moment before I knew exactly what I wanted.
"You can do anything you want, as long as it doesn't cause me pain, or harm. When I say stop, you stop," I breathed. I knew I was probably going insane, but I trusted him not to hurt me. The beast inside of him didn't scare me at all. Because unlike Edward's demon, Paul's beast was a protector, it's very nature was to protect from harm, not cause it. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, unless I wanted to be hurt. The thought made me moan softly. Paul shifted his body until he was pressed behind me, his cock positioned against my entrance.
"You're letting me do whatever I want?" Paul asked hoarsely. "Silly little witch, don't you know all the things I could do to you?" he shifted his cock until it was pressing against my anus. "Do you want me to fuck you here?" he asked before pushing his cock against my hole. "Because I could, you know, you just gave me permission. I would enjoy that very much, Bella, to fuck you there. Would I be your first, or did you let someone else fuck you like that before now?"
I moaned. God what was he saying, and why wasn't I scared? I felt as if my lack of fear should worry me, he was a stranger, no matter what I previously did, or didn't do with him, it shouldn't have mattered. The things he was speaking of should only be brought up in a secure, long lasting relationship, not with someone you basically just met. But if that was the case, then why didn't I mind? Why did the thought of him fucking me that way excite me more then anything? I didn't understand, and there was a part of me, the same part that told me not to accept his offer, that was telling me to run. Yet, I didn't. I could only hope I wasn't making a mistake of epic proportions.
"You're my first everything, Paul. Even kiss. The only kiss I've had before you was so chaste in comparison to yours, it doesn't even count."
"Good," he growled, "Because I don't like the thought of someone else touching what's mine. You are mine, aren't you, Bella?"
His warm breath fluttered across my skin, whispering promises of things to come. My breath caught in my throat at the possessive note his words held. I gasped when he caught me by my hair and pulled my head back in one quick tug, his hand still tangled in my locks. "Aren't you Bella?"
"Yes," I answered breathlessly. It was the only thing I could say, the only thing he wanted to hear. But as I heard myself agree, the words tasted as the truth in my mind. I really felt as if I was his, and this did scare me. I wasn't sure if I wanted that, I didn't know if I could give someone that kind of power over me. It was confusing and I felt like a fucking mess. It was all his fault. I didn't particularity like the feeling, so I decided to do something about it. I reached behind me and grasped his cock, he hissed as my hand touched his skin.
"But if I'm yours Paul, does that make you mine? Does that mean no one gets to touch you, but me?" I asked while I ran my hand up and down his cock.
"Yes," he panted. "God yes! I can't imagine anyone else touching me like you do. I'm yours...for as long as I can be."
I clenched my teeth in irritation. Yes, I'd forgotten about the 'having to leave me eventually' part of the equation. I could actually feel the bile at the back of my throat at the thought of him leaving me, at the thought of some faceless woman touching what's mine.
"Then I'm only yours for as long as you're mine. After you leave, I'll find someone else..." I teased.
He growled and his grip on my hair tightened, "I'll kill him, you hear? I'll kill anyone that so much as looks at you. You're mine!"
"For now," I said repeating what I told him on the beach. Somehow his insane possessiveness didn't bother me, it turned me on. We didn't even know each other, we didn't love each other, but there was something there, something that screamed to me that I was his and he was mine, it didn't scare me as it did before. I somehow understood that it was something that went deeper then just two strangers coming together in desperation. I lost my train of thoughts when he moved his mouth to my neck and started sucking on my pulse.
"I'll show you you're mine, Bella. I'll fuck you so hard you won't even want to think about other men, let alone fuck them!"
He let go of my hair and pulled my hand from his cock. He moved his hand between my legs, and I gasped when felt his fingers inside of my pussy. "Still wet for me, little witch...good...I like you this way."
He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock. Before I had the chance to say anything else, he buried himself deep inside my pussy in one hard thrust. I screamed when he entered me brutally, he just growled back thrusting inside me, each thrust harder then the other. I never asked him to stop fucking me, no matter how hard he entered me. I loved every second of it. The desperation, the struggle for dominance no matter how hard he pushed his cock inside me, I begged him to push harder.
"I'm gonna make sure you don't think about anyone but me. Not Jacob, not that fucking Cullen, no one!" he panted in my ear as he pushed himself inside me once more. I couldn't think clearly enough to understand what he was saying, all I could think about was the sensation of his cock inside my pussy.
"Do you think that fucking leech could make you feel like I do? Do you Bella?" he asked between thrusts. I was lost in pleasure, every touch, every thrust was making me scream his name in ecstasy. "Who do you belong to?" he panted. "Who?"
He stopped moving inside me when I didn't answer. "Who, Bella?"
"You!" I whispered. It turned into a scream when he started fucking me again. "You...just...God Paul...whatever you...ahh...do, don't stop...ahhh...fucking me."
He chuckled darkly as he pounded himself inside me with unimaginable force. I felt him deeper then I'd felt before, plunging inside of me in a rhythm so fast, it shouldn't have been possible if he was a mere human.
"You drive me insane," he moaned. "Your touch, the smell of your pussy...The thought of someone else touching you-touching something that's mine is killing me."
"Then don't...ahh..leave..." I breathed huskily. His hands tightened on my hips, pushing his fingers into the delicate flesh.
"I would stay with you if I could. I will stay as long as I...aahh...can...and when the time comes to leave you...if the time comes, I'll fight it with..ahh...everything that I am. That's all I can...ahh...give you."
I didn't know what to say, so I stayed silent. His hand reached for my clit but I pushed it away. "No, don't. I'll take care of it myself, you just keep fucking me." I groaned.
He hissed before kissing me neck, "Yes...touch yourself. Do it now." he demanded. I touched my clit, massaging it gently, moaning at the pleasure the touch brought me.
"Yes...that's it...moan for me..." Paul grunted, speeding his thrusts. "Cum for me, Bella. I want to hear you scream my name. I want to hear you scream that you're mine."
His hard thrusts and fast pace was driving me insane. "Not until you tell me you're mine..." I moaned before clenching the walls of my pussy around his cock.
He inhaled sharply, "No Bella don't. I can't...control myself if you...do...that."
He drove himself inside me, bringing me closer to completion with every thrust. I pushed myself against him, and he moaned eagerly, welcoming my participation. His movements increased, leaving me screaming his name. He gasped when I clenched myself around him screaming out my pleasure. He knew I was close. "Say you're mine, Bella," he moaned. "Say it now!"
"You first!" I moaned.
"You're mine..." he mocked.
"No," I gasped. "You know what I mean."
He was about to say something, but I cut him off by clenching my pussy around his cock. "Don't..." he warned.
"Say it then, and I'll stop."
He increased his thrusts, I felt my momentum building; bringing me closer and closer. Just when I thought I was going to orgasm, he stopped. "Say it, and I'll start fucking you again. I can do this all night Bella."
He was driving me insane. I tried moving myself against him but he stopped me instantly. "No, no, no, we can't have that, now can we. Just say it, Bella, and I'll make you cum harder then you've ever cum in your life."
"I...can't...you bastard...I-I'm yours!" I almost screamed.
I could feel the smug satisfaction radiating off him. "I already knew that, but I'm glad to hear you've finally realized it."
He started moving inside me, making me scream with every thrust. "Bella...my Bella..."
"Yes...ahh...yes...Paul...harder..." I moaned incoherently. His fierce thrusts were driving me crazy. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he drove me over the edge. I came hard, clenching myself around his cock, screaming his name.
"Fuck...Bella...fuck..." Paul roared as he spilled a torrent of hot seed inside me. I shivered at the sensation, my body still suffering from the after-shock of my orgasm. It was the best climax I'd ever had, but it left me drained. I knew I'd wake-up bruised and broken but it was worth it. I let myself fall down until was lying on my stomach, Paul quickly rolled off of me, and slipped his arm around me to bring me closer to him. We both lay there panting, trying to catch our breaths. I could feel the blissful darkness of sleep coming over me, but I knew I couldn't give in just yet.
"Say it, Paul. I need to hear you say it," I said hoarsely..
He tightened his grip on my body, and softly kissed my hair. "I'm yours Bella...only yours."
As soon as the words left his mouth, I let the darkness overtake me.
A/N: Sorry dudes, my inspiration went on a trip around the world. It came back after I started reading all your reviews for this story. Thanks for those by the way. I'm planning on focusing on my Bella/Paul, Bella/Peter and Buffy/Lord of the Rings crossover stories for now. I hope you guys are still interested in this story, if not I'll notice by the lack of reviews and put it on the back-burner. I'm not going to stop writing the story because honestly it's just too much fun to give up. But I do have other people demanding stories like Learning Curve and Gimli's Sisters to be updated, so I'll focus on those instead. This chapter is not beta-d so if you find any mistakes, which I'm sure you will, please let me know.
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