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Warning: contains strong language and sexual content. ( as most of my writing does *winks*)


"Hello?" I called into the dark, silent apartment, tossing my keys and purse down on the small glass table by the door. "Jake?"

No answer.

I stepped further in. The door closing shut behind me sounded ominous as it echoed off the walls, and a sickening dread pooled in my stomach.

"Jake?' I called a little nervously, clearing my throat. My voice was slightly shaky, and my heels clicked loudly on the wood floor.

Still no answer. I traveled further into the dark space, my hand feeling along the wall and searching for the light switch. I found it and flicked it on. Nothing happened. Panic started to rise in my throat; my whole body trembled with it.

Suddenly, I was cold. So freaking cold. I shivered and rubbed my hands up and down my arms, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up as I felt cool breath fan over the exposed skin. Disgust rolled in my gut; bile stung my throat.

"Isabella," the heavily accented voice said. My blood froze. I knew that voice. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The dusty smell I remembered from Italy was as pungent as ever. I felt his papery thin claws brush my hair away from my neck, and my heart pounded furiously in my chest while my breathing all but ceased. I felt his nose graze my skin, curving up the slope of my neck and inhaling deeply. I tried to protest, I tried to move, I tried to scream, I tried to cry, but the only sound that escaped my chapped lips was a small, pathetic squeak.

"Mmmm, you smell even better than I remember, Isabella."

I shivered again. The way my name rolled of his tongue felt like a hand closing around my windpipe. Both of his ancient hands gripped my shoulders and turned me around to face him, my eyes meeting the malevolent crimson ones of Aro. His hands dropped from my shoulders, one hand curling under my chin and lifting slightly.

I could smell his sweet, cool breath as he spoke as more nausea slowly built inside me.

"Isabella, I am not a man who gives many chances. You made me a promise," he said matter-of-factly. It was scary how little emotion was in his tone, how dark the red in his eyes got-until they were almost pitch black. I swallowed loudly, my body shaking violently, unable to speak or move.

"But I like you. And I have a long standing friendship with Carlisle, and I don't think he or his family would appreciate me killing you. However—" He leaned in, his lips so close to my face and his voice venomous. All I could see was a vicious snake in front of me. His voice was much darker and lower when he spoke again. "If you do not become one of us soon, I will not hesitate."

And just like that he was gone.

I sagged to the floor, falling limply, my body in too much shock to think or cry. I lay on my side and covered my face in my hands, trying to concentrate on breathing, not on the images from Volterra, or the fact that Jacob was missing.

Where was he?

I didn't know how long I lay there, but I must have fallen asleep or passed out from the shock because the next thing I knew, Jake's large, warm hands were shaking me awake.

"Bella? Bella! Honey, what happened?" He was nearly shouting at me, his voice laced with trepidation and distress.

"Jake," I whispered, my hands reaching up to cling to his broad shoulders. Suddenly his face came into focus, and I could read the conflicting emotions flickering across his dark eyes. Something wasn't right. I felt a surge of panic.

I flung myself into his arms, my lips crashing onto his. There was so much desperation in my kiss I couldn't even breathe. He stumbled back, landing on his butt on the floor and his arms wrapping around me. It took him only a moment to respond. But when he did, I could feel the same intense need coming from his lips and touch as I did my own. His hot hands immediately snuck up under my shirt in a desperate frenzy to feel my skin. I fisted my hands in his shoulder-length hair, pulling myself impossibly closer.

Suddenly, I just couldn't get enough. I was beyond scared. Terrified. I had once been all too willing to sacrifice my life, my soul, for immortality. For Edward. But I had realized years ago that nothing was worth sacrificing Jacob-not Edward's promises and unearthly devotion; not the fear of Jacob imprinting; not even the threat delivered to me tonight could force me to give him up.

Not then.

Not even now.

His lips were frantic and hungry as they melded to mine. His warm, strong arms held me tightly to his chiseled body. I could feel the strength of his heartbeat thumping against my own chest. I needed to feel that; I needed to feel his skin on mine, to feel all of him connected to all of me. My fingers untangled from his hair and pushed hard against his chest. He didn't move. My shove barely registered. His lips left mine, trailed warm kisses up my jaw, and whispered huskily in my ear.

"Bella, I—I need you, honey, but, please—" His words were choked off by a guttural groan when I rocked my hips against his growing erection. His warm lips captured mine again, and I let my hands slip down his shoulders, and then rise back up under the sleeves of his t-shirt. I dug my fingernails into his skin and then scratched down his warm flesh.

He let out another animalistic growl, gripping my hips with bruising force and grinding me against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he stood and backed me up until I was hovering above the small kitchen counter. He sat me down, and my legs spread wide open to make room for his massive frame. My hands curled around his neck while his skimmed down my sides. His hot hands moved up my ribcage slowly, taking my shirt with him. I lifted my arms as he removed my clothing..

His lips kissed along my jawline, up to my ear, as my hands dropped to fumble with the button-fly of his low-slung jeans.

"Are you sure you're okay? I know something happened," he murmured in my ear, and I could almost hear the battle that was raging inside of him. I unbuttoned his pants and stuck my slender had inside, wrapping around the hard yet velvety smooth texture of his cock, sliding down his shaft, and squeezing when I reached the base.

"I'm okay," my voice was shaky, and I tried to take a small breath before I continued, "I just need to feel you inside me, Jake. I need you, right now."

I didn't have to say anything else. His lips were urgent when they melded to mine again, his hands deftly unhooking my bra and then massaging my breasts and his thumb flicking over my pert nipples. I moaned, my hand still wrapped around him and pumping up and down his massive, throbbing length.

He broke our kiss, stepped back, flung his shirt off, and dropped his pants, freeing himself from his restraints. The soft glow of Paris lights flickered on his russet skin, and my eyes followed the deep, defined lines of his chest, his chiseled abs, and then the deep 'V' that cut across his hips. I licked my lips.

So fucking beautiful.

He stepped back between my spread thighs, kissing me roughly as his hands pushed my skirt up my legs. I heard it tear, but I didn't care, and in the next instant, he tore the whole damn thing away from body. My panties were next. He hooked one thumb in the skinny string that ran below my hip and tugged the delicate fabric until it easily ripped and was thrown across the room.

He didn't waste any more time, and I was so grateful because the ache between my legs was throbbing painfully. He took his length in his large hand, the tip dripping moisture, and then pushed into me, my butt lifting off the counter to meet his thrust. He wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me to him, his thrust hard and deep and fast, like we only had so much time. His other hand cupped my cheek, his fingertips combed through my hair, his thumb stroking my cheek, and he leaned in and kissed me sweetly, deeply, and gently. He pulled away and dropped his head to my neck, his hot breath sending jolts of electricity south down my body.

There were no lights except the twinkling yellow ones that shone through the window, but it was more than enough to see the silent promise in Jake's dark eyes when he looked up at me again and buried himself impossibly deep inside me, bursting with white hot lava.

His breathing slowed, and I closed my eyes as I rested my cheek against his chest. I needed to hear that sound-his heart. I knew it beat for me. I knew it was mine. I needed to keep that knowledge with me as I spoke my next words.

"We have to leave. They're coming after me again."


A/N: thanks, jkane180, you spoil me! and thanks to everyone who took an intrest in this story. I thought it was just a one shot but I was suprised by the response so I thought I'd add more. Hope everyone enjoys!