Shhhhh......The Epilogue....

Soooo I take it you are all wondering what happened that fateful night our beloved vamps changed dietary preferences.

Judging from many reviews I can tell some are confused.

Is this the end or isn’t it?

Yes…and…No.

I think what Edward is trying to convey is that whenever he feels the need to come out and be heard…an outtake of the story will be born. I already have a few in the making…

The meadow sparkly come scene…*giggles*

Emmett and Rosalie’s first time

As well as some answers to questions I left open and somewhat unfinished in the story.

Here it is…what really went down after Isabella caught the scent of human blood while sexually aroused…

As we left off, Edward made the choice to let his beast handle his disobeying sub.

Was it really wise to let him out when the two things the beast wants more than anything else are now tempting him more than ever before…?

Yeah….u know where this is going…hope you have a fresh set of batteries for your favorite toy!

Fasten your garter belts my fellow hOOrs and freshen that lip gloss…you wanna look your best when you read this…as I am leaving this chapter to solely your own imaginations without visuals....but if you need a little help...the song I rocked to when I wrote this is so effing fitting for this chapter...

Motley Crue's....Kickstart My Heart...

Shhhhh.....

The Epilogue

“This isn’t the first time.”

“No?”

“No. He has done this before, down in Mexico.”

“I am curious…do you think it is different?”

“His crime is no different.”

“I don’t  mean his crime…I mean…different as in the taste. Do the guilty taste different than an innocent.”

“No one is totally innocent my love…except you and I distinctly remember that not a fucking soul on this planet tasted better than you, and you were oh so very innocent.” Edward looks at her with adoration; his hand comes up to caress her cheek.

Isabella scowls at him.

He chuckles before his attention is pulled back to the situation that is unfolding on the dark streets of Chicago.

Isabella holds onto him by gripping his jacket in a tight fist as she stands slightly behind him. He will not let anyone with a mind like this pathetic excuse of a human anywhere near his Angel until he controls the situation. Her anxiety grows, Edward can taste her venom in the air. It must be producing at an alarming rate right now.

Preparing her.

They both hide in the shadows of the dark alley watching and waiting.

“Hey now, don’t play coy little lady, you were all teasing me and rubbing up against me moments ago in that club. You walk the walk…now you are going to talk the talk. You can’t tease and not please me now!” The dark haired human named Thomas moves quickly away from the club turning down the alley of doom. His fingertips bruise her arm as he grips it nearly dragging her down the length of it all the way into the darkness. The mousy little brunette cries out in a whimper of pain, her feet barely keeping up and her fear escalates filling the air that reach Edward and Bella who lie in wait.

“Please…I was just having fun…I didn’t mean for you to think…” The loud whoosh that cut through the air was followed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

“Shut up you little tease.” He drops her arm and steps forward pressing her up against the brick wall as it painfully bruise her spine. His filthy hand reaches up and he covers her mouth while the other hand begins to tear at her clothes while he grabs her forcefully for his pleasure alone. The flush of colors surface under the girl’s now red and bruised cheek. The sting of his backhand still lingers.

The beast licks his lips.

Yummy……It’s been a long time since we played this game.

I really like this game.

I really fucking like this game a lot!

The muffled sounds of the young victim grow louder as the terror fills her eyes. She realizes the situation she has managed to get herself into, is escalating and she is now in grave danger. She cannot scream with his hand on her mouth thrilling the vile human as he grows more aroused watching the fear take over her expression. His hands are now forcing himself on her soft flesh.

“You need to strike now, before he spills her blood.”

Edward’s eye’s glow, then darken into black liquid onyx pools.

Isabella’s just glow the same brown tone. You can clearly see the needing and want is there burning deeper into them.

Her voice floods his mind.

“Edward…baby…hurry. He is going to hurt her!”

In a blur of movement, the scene simply ends with a frightened crying girl standing at the end of the dark alley all alone. She takes off running back to the club. Back to where she is safe, and she wonders what just happened. The fear she carries has a tight hold of her and she will never breathe her stupidity to another soul.

She is lucky.

In the meantime, the sound of a large body hitting the cold concrete of the abandoned warehouse echoes in the darkness. The cold unknown shadow with bizarre strength moves away from the victim.

He looks up to see the most good-looking couple he has ever seen. The male is seething with anger while the young girl next to him smiles as if she just reached in to capture the toy in a Cracker Jack box.

“What the hell? Who are you? What do you want with me? How the hell did I get here?”

“Shut up!” Edward barks out.

He turns to his Angel, caressing the back of his hand over her cheek lovingly.

“Do this baby, get it over with. I want to get you back home.” He hisses.

Isabella nods once, she turns to look at the dark haired human. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy that would rape a girl, but she saw it with her own eyes, heard it in her own ears. His intentions were clear and the anger starts to build in her.

“Do you find it fun hurting innocent girls?” she asks circling him as she questions him about the actions she just witnessed.

For some reason she is reminded of Royce.  

The sound of a click cuts through the air of tension in the vast open warehouse. With a swift move, he positions himself as the switchblade opens and he sneers at her.

“Come to me you little bitch, I want to cut that beautiful smirk right off your pretty little face!” He growls out.

The sound of skin hitting stone echoes. Bella’s eyes widen before the small smile lifts her lips.

“Don’t you dare call her that you pathetic piece of shit!” Edward yells as he towers over the man whom he just backhanded to shut him up.

One of the sounds was surely the bones that are now shattered in his right cheek. He cries out in agony as Edward reaches out and twists the blade in his hand snapping his wrist while removing the weapon from his grasp and tossing it into the darkness.

Edward picks him up by his throat and lets him hang, dangling a few feet from the floor.

“My baby is thirsty and what my baby wants…I will always provide…you have been selected as the lucky winner. You should feel honor for what you are about to be given.

You will be her first. I am pretty sure you know how that sounds…considering you are a sick bastard.”

His gut rumbles as he growls.

“My Angel needs someone to sacrifice and since you volunteered, it is now time to suffer for your crimes…evil begets evil motherfucker and I am just about as evil as they come.”

“Pppplll….eeaa..” Thomas coughs and chokes trying to breathe in air as Edward holds him above the ground to where he is near ready to pass out for lack of air.

It would be oh so easy to just snap his neck.  

Edward releases his grip, Thomas’s body falls to the ground, and he quickly tries to get up, but only gets as far as up on his knees. Thomas tries to recover gasping in air as he grips his throat.

His eyes remain wide as he watches Edward’s next actions warily.

Edward reaches his hand out and pulls Isabella to him kissing her furiously, panting down her throat.

Thomas can see perfectly in the room that basks in yellow from the several streetlights outside but what he cannot seem to stop from doing is watching Edward’s hands…the things his hands are now doing to her.

No matter how much he wants to, he cannot seem to find it in himself to stop watching them fall lower down her back.

“You feel it don’t you?” Edward breathes out in a deep throaty voice that is taunting with desires that burn from underneath it. His eyes are alight as he looks down at his Angel. Her breathing is picking up and the fire in hers eyes smolders as he inhales the scents that are exuding out of her.

Her lips pull back, her eyes dilate, and he knows that is his cue.

It is time.

“Yes.” She breathes out her response. There is no feeling like this in the world and she had no idea…she just knows what he means.

“You smell his fear don’t you?” his lips brush her temple as his nose glides along her cheek, he licks at her flesh running his tongue over her pouty bottom lip.

“I know baby girl…it smells divine doesn’t it?” his lips ghost over her throat and he kisses her softly right over his scar in the meantime, his hands move down out of her hair slowly dropping lower. They brush over her back down past her waist, and he looks over her shoulder.

His eyes meet with a pathetic human who cannot seem to look anywhere else but at what Edward’s hands are now doing to the petite chocolate haired girl that is standing in front of him, with her back to him.

Her skirt is so fucking short and he is sure that it is shorter than seems legal. He watches fascinated and lost in the way Edward’s hands move over the fabric of her skirt and her whimpers and moans fill his head.

His eyes dart back up to see Edward as envy fills him.

That is when he realizes Edward’s eyes are burning with nothing but pure anger and hate. His heart rate picks up when he is certain that his eyes are not deceiving him noticing that Edward has no whites in his eyes.

He shivered as his thoughts of a soulless monster fill his head.

Edward flashes a half-crooked grin in his direction, the whole time he is smirking at him while he inches his hands up under the shortest skirt he could find for her. His long fingers are slowly baring a very delectable young ass.

“Hmm…I love it when you forget panties.” He nuzzles into her ear, his eyes never leaving the human. His eyes burn into the victims and he cannot help but growl at the thoughts that are playing in his mind.

“Too bad you won’t ever be enjoying the pleasure of anything like this ever again.” Edward narrows his eyes at Thomas with disgust in them as he snaps.

Now that they were here, Edward is not so against this. After all, it is plain and simply one vile human that didn’t need nor deserve to live any longer.

The memories of this game come back to him with a vengeance, as does the memory of the taste of human blood.

Granted no blood compares to hers but it still floods his senses.

No, it took no time for Isabella to sway the big bad vampire to allow her to taste the blood of a human in a more controlled setting.

His Angel hides her horns well.

After all, she baited him when she reminded him that he promised her the world, not that long ago. He certainly cannot go back on that promise now, but not that he would anyway. He was not lying when he said he would deny her nothing.

Edward’s fingers move up to the band of her skirt and he pushes them under it sliding it slowly down her long toned legs. She holds her hand to his shoulder, stepping out of it.

He smiles as he takes his time stripping the rest clothes off. His fingers gently unbutton her blouse, slowly pulling back the fabric to bare her swelling breasts as they grow aroused from his touch. Her hard nipples are just begging for his attention. He brushes over them and she hisses while the wicked smile graces his lips as he teases her pulling and twisting them in his fingertips.

She stands here before him beautiful and bare.

“Perfect.” He whispers out, his hands move to grip her shoulders. He turns her around to face the first human she is going to kill.

The name Thomas will be forever etched in her memory just as Alonzo’s is in his.

Thomas’s eyes scan over her body and his cock hardens only causing Edward to hiss growling deep with warning to keep his thoughts under control.

After all, it is not his pleasure that they are here for.

He moves at vampire speed allowing his own body to respond accordingly as he steps in between them effectively blocking her now from his view knowing this is a form of torture for the human.

Edward slides his jacket off and lays it down on the floor repositioning Isabella’s clothes on top of it. He reaches up over his head and fists the back of his shirt as he pulls it off.

With a flick of his fingers, the buttons on his jeans now lay open. For now he leaves them on, while he lies the rest of their garments folded neatly on his jacket off to the side.

Isabella watches him not saying a word fighting the need to laugh out loud at her picky Vampire. He is sure the smirk she can’t seem to stop from appearing, that deep down, she is laughing at his inability to discard their clothes onto the filthy floor in a pile.

Her heart still swells with pride for her sexy, picky and adorable vamp.

Edwards demeanor shifts, he turns to stalk his victim. He crouches, hisses, his body glides around moving behind Thomas in a blink of an eye.

His eyes look over the victims shoulder and he takes in a moment to relish in the beauty of his beloved mate in all her naked beauty.

He leans forward and down closer to whisper into Thomas’s ear. The shudder is a natural response when the hair rises on the back of his neck. He can literally feel cold air surrounded his body as it emanates off Edward. He would swear he had just walked into a fucking walk-in freezer.  

The deep velvet voice of the angry male washes over him. “Beautiful isn’t she?”

Thomas nods, his head bobbing up and down as his eyes devour every perfect inch of her form.

Isabella licks her lips, keeping her fangs hidden as they sneak out and lock into place. Venom drips over her lip and she licks it lavishly, all while watching Edward play with their meal.

“She tastes better than the sweetest wine ever made, but I assure you Thomas, she is going to enjoy you far more than you ever will her. I want to hear you say what it is you want to see before I let her have her way with you.”

Thomas’s eyes widen as Edwards hand reaches up and grips a fist full of his hair from behind.

Edward yanks his head back to force him to look up into the eyes of the one who will surely be his executioner.

“If you are going to hell, why not do it thoroughly Thomas? Go ahead say what it is you want to see done to her? I assure you, I already know exactly what is going through that fucked up head of yours, so go on, share this sick little twisted fantasy you have of her. I am sure she wants to hear it.”

His voice is soft yet, menacing. “Do you want to watch her touch herself?”

Edward asks taunting him to respond. “How about you watch her take me in her mouth?”

A low groan escapes his pathetic lips and Edward yanks harder.  

Thomas groans out again, his thoughts are so confusing he cannot decide what to focus on first.

One would think he had ADD with the way his thoughts bounced around from one topic to the other all in his head.

His blood is flooded with the scent of fear. Adrenaline is pulsing through him, and should be the one thing that drives his instinct to preserve his own life.

However, Thomas is a depraved sick excuse of a human, whose thoughts should focus on the threats coming from the one pulling his hair. He cannot help himself though, as they finally settle on the naked beauty in front of him. The one with an anxious wicked smile gracing her full red bloodthirsty lips.

He even ignores the dreaded feeling that overcomes his soul. It mimics the sensation of a cold hand that feels as if it wraps around it and tightens its grip squeezing the light and life out of it.

The hand of death.

Being the perverted excuse of a human that he is, he continues to ignore everything else while his hungry, needy eyes focus on the naked beauty with the body of a goddess standing here in front of him.

Edward’s body vibrates as the snarl rips up through his gut. “You are a twisted motherfucker you know that?” Edward’s hand twists his hold tighter, he turns the victims head, so as to present the gift he is giving to his beautiful doe eyed Angel.

“Angel, my cock is rock hard and I hate to rush you, but you really need to get that sweet little ass over here and drink because I really need to fuck you.” 

Isabella is bouncing in excitement and before Thomas can scream out, it is muffled by the sound of gurgling and the scent of his own blood fills his nostrils as searing pain tears at his tonsils.

Warm blood drips down his neck along his collar bone and Edward’s velvet voice is the last thing Thomas will ever hear.

A velvet voice, that sounds so soft and soothing, however, it made little sense as the words spilled out of his mouth before he takes his last breath.

“Feed baby…he is making me thirsty and I will in turn please you like you always faithfully please me.”

Thomas feels a blast of air, the grip loosens on his hair and then tightens even harder and stronger than before. It was almost as if he had been passed off to someone much stronger than the tall male.

Even wracked with pain he cannot help but catch the delicious scent of her right here. Her sex is wet and even for a human he can smell it.

It smells like sin.

Thomas looks up at her, studying her eyes as they burn into his. It was almost as if the color of her iris changes before his eyes, filling slowly from the bottom up. They grow brighter and swirl and darken when she blinks once.

Her eyes glow an inhuman color as she bares her teeth pulling back from him. He can now see blood dripping from a set of elongated eye teeth that he was sure were fangs. Her body bounces in a rhythm and he wonders why.

Then his gaze moves away as he turns his head to catch the moving reflection that is cast back to him through a dirty broken window in what appears to be the former office to the business that once stood here.

His eyes widen in horror when realization washes over him, seeing Edward behind her, his pants pulled down over his thighs, hands on her hips drilling into. He cannot believe the fucker is fucking her with a pounding he can only look on with envy.

All Thomas feels is cold lips against his throat and drawn out pulls of her sucking at his neck.

His hands instinctually reach up to grab the bitches hair that is biting him. His desire to beat the hell out of her before he fucking ravages her is playing out in his thoughts.

Edward’s fangs glisten with clear venom drooling down each fang while his anger has finally reached a limit.

“End him!” Edward growls.

It is only then that he realizes that Edward reaching a climax is most likely the same time he will meet his end.

Isabella’s teeth tear into the flesh further as the sweetest, hottest tasting liquid pleasure she has ever tasted flows over her tongue filling her mouth with the sweetness. Each beat of his heart pushes more down and she hums from the feel of how wonderful hot pulsing human blood floods over her lips. It doesn’t compare to animal blood.

It is warm, wet, and calming as it continues to flow steadily now down her throat as she gulps and moans.

That constant burn vanishes as if it never existed while the pleasure has her eyes rolling in the back of her head, she continues to moan, and whimper, squeezing his hair tighter.

She feels Edward’s lips press behind her ear in the one spot she loves to feel him in.

His voice could bring out things she desired and longed to hear him say. The words that make her wetter, aroused and she grinds back into him sucking and drinking.

“I knew you were the devil incarnate. My naughty little girl likes the taste of blood huh?” Edward’s grunts echo in the open room along with the sounds of his pounding into Bella’s pussy passionately.

“That’s it…fuck Bella…God damn…..this is UNFUCKINGREAL!” he thrusts into her furiously only to almost feel completely overcome with emotions, he has never felt before.

It’s as if she is hotter, tighter, wetter, magically working his cock like a fucking pro in time his own pulsing throbbing dick. She is constricting around him as he fucks her with wild abandon like never before unleashing all of his physical strength on her.   

Her pussy feels so searing hot on his cock, he almost expects to hear it sizzle when he comes deep inside of her…but fuck the scent of her arousal has taken over the entire warehouse and mixed with human blood only heightens his reaction as it turns him feral.

Edward watches the flush of her skin in sheer fascination. As she draws in blood, the cells underneath the surface of her pale icy skin flush slowly almost as it appears like an apparition of a human’s translucent skin to any vampire as it grows with life before his eyes.

Venom floods his mouth as he watches mesmerized by the growing flush covering every inch of her. It’s the most beautiful thing he has ever seen next to when she was human once upon a time.

Her skin turns to a hue of pink that resembles a paper rolled stick of that strange thing humans devour he had heard of called cotton candy.

Her pussy throbs wrapped around him. His eyes roll back in his head again, and he looks up to the ceiling of the warehouse just feeling her hot wet flesh.

Flashes of light spark in his eyes as he moves inside of her body. He is now so close to coming, he is barely keeping it together.

Then out of nowhere the flashing halts and an odd familiar yet not so familiar experience captures his attention.

He nearly gasps when he realizes that his mind is slowly filling with everything she has ever thought, felt, or experienced during her lifetime. It plays like an old movie that flickers in an old time movie theater.

Isabella is laughing, giggling as Phil tickles her side. He is teasing her when he takes her to his first game at the stadium where he starts his new job as a coach.

He tastes it too when she gets her first taste of chocolate.

He looks on as a view of a pink bike with training wheels sits next to the Christmas tree.

Endless days of baseball games, hotdogs and playing catch with Phil.

Then there is a time she caught Rosalie kissing Royce behind a tree outside of the stadium.

Her mother frantic when she fell and busted her lip open on the coffee table.

The way that Royce leered at her when he found her alone, but acted normal when others were around.

Every detail is open to him, his body responds in a vibration of shudders as he watches her walk into the ominous looking gates of what surely is some sort of institution. The sun has faded the once brighter sign as he sees it now through her eyes as she looks up at it hanging above those steel bars of the large gate that surrounded the entire building just like a prison setting.

Then he feels exactly what she did in this place. She felt that love is lost, hearts are broken, and fear cripples you before you even enter that ominous gate. The sun-scorched sign of the State of Arizona’s CPS Home for Abused and Abandoned children starred in many of her nightmares after she arrived there. She was so tiny and still in the most rawest part of grief one experiences so God damn scared and alone. She nearly snapped and checked out. It scared the fucking hell out of her as she stood there in the hot after noon sun.

Edward fights back the sob he is sure will win. When he sees through her eyes how scared, alone and frightened she was, and he can’t seem to stop the memory he is then snapped him out of the horror and thrown right into lust as her memories fade to Leah standing, kneeling, and basking in the pain of a red rosy ass after it has been whipped by Jacob’s hand.

Edward feels the first time Isabella she gets aroused. He is now in awe as his little Angel’s curiosity for the experience herself is now peaked. His body responds ten fold to hers buried inside of her.  

The scenes she watched, the love between the two Native Americans and the way she dared to touch herself for the first time made her far braver than he ever imagined. He loved how wet she was. How excited and then he felt the moment she realized she wasn’t afraid of Jacob, but admired him.

She was confused but so fucking aroused and she watched day after day, the way he cared for Leah. How he cherished her, protected her and loved on her the way that Edward himself now loves his Bella. Her desires filtered down through the connection he had to her now.

He leans over her body pressing his chest to her back. He moans out and purrs as he nuzzles into the thickest part of her hair. He begins to whisper speaking so low and fast so that only she can hear him.

“I see it baby…I see and feel everything…oh fucking God Bella…it is all there for me to look at and experience everyday you lived…I have never been this much inside of someone’s mind! You have the purist mind, the sweetest heart and the heart of all souls.”

Her whimpers and the sound of blood being swallowed fill’s his head. He is sure this is the hardest he has ever gotten and his thrusts have slowed to a steady rhythm. His lips brush her shoulders and her back moving along. The scent of her impending release is so close, when Bella’s lips pull back and she hisses.

Edward can hear the faint heartbeat of their victim thrum like a loud base drum in their heads.

She looks over her shoulder at him. His eyes fill with love as they burn with want but he refuses to dare even kiss her with so much blood on her lips. Then he wonders if this has something to do with what he just saw.

Human blood.

Isabella drops the weakened human to the floor who is no long conscious as her hand moves up to trace her bloodstained lips. She brushes it over and pulls her hand back looking at it.

“You knew all this time how much it would stop the burn…I don’t understand why you don’t just give in to what it is that sates you. How do you do it when you suffer through this…this….torture? How is this any different than any other masochistic behavior?”

Edward stills and pulls out of her. She stands and turns to face him looking at him with the most confused expression.

Oddly, he never thought of it that way. It certainly didn’t turn him on to suffer from the thirst for human blood.

His eyes move down to her blood stained lips.

Suddenly, the beast in him took over all thought and reason.

He towers over her, his chest puffs out and in an exaggerated breath, it heaves up and down sucking in the taste of everything in the air around him.

He moves so fast and all Bella feels is the softness of their discarded clothes under her as he lays her on her back. Edward hovers over top of her, on his knees. He gazes into those deep bright red eyes never looking anywhere else as his hand reaches over to the human lying there near death.

In the blink of an eye, and at exactly the right moment, the victims heart chamber fills with fresh blood, just as Edward’s hand pushes into his chest gripping onto the muscle, he tears it right out of his chest, fisting it in his hand as it takes its last beat.

The beast smiles down at the beauty of her blood red eyes that are wide in wonder while his hand moves overtop of her.

The blood is pouring out through his fingers slowly moving it along to let it spill all over her flawless pale skin. The contrast between the two is breathtaking with his vampire vision.

Her chest heaves in a deep breath as he squeezes the muscle over top of her. The deep red trail he leaves behind with every intention of devouring every drop. He finds he is paying special attention to her breasts, her stomach and he sits back on his heels gripping her ankle hitching it up to lie against his shoulder as he lets the remaining blood drip over her sex. It slowly trails off sliding over the curves of her cheeks to only now run down over her ass.

His hand throws the heart across the room discarding it. His finger begins to trace the perfection of her lips smearing more blood on her as if he is painting her in blood underneath him.

His eyes flash to green while he adores her, his finger gliding over to the scar at her breast and he smears it to coat her nipple moving down and to the scar on her hip where he pauses, takes a deep shuddering breath and she watches him, while he adores her.

He makes the motion as if he is writing something while never taking his eyes off hers.

“My turn Angel.” His voice is pure sin as he moves slowly down to bring his tongue out and he licks the outline of her bottom lip.

Instantly, the moment the warmth hits his tonsils, his eyes roll back in his head and his lips crash into hers.

Kissing her without the burn is motherfucking heaven. Pure fucking heaven!

Their kiss is without caution or fear, growing in intensity and desire only to become feral as they growl savoring the taste of peace for the first time together in their world of chaos.

Edward’s lips glide over her marble smooth flesh humming as he kisses and laps at her neck, her ear and down the side of each collar bone.

“Fuck!” He growls out against her skin.

“I am so close baby…please…” she cries out throwing her leg around him and yanking his body to hers where their hips press together on the side.

His hand comes up and he grips her chin between his fingers and his thumb his prints now on her in blood when he lifts off her just enough to show her what he just did.

“Look down.” He purrs against her forehead and kisses it once pulling back to show her.

Her eyes drop to the letters he has etched into her hip. She wasn’t even aware that he had broken her skin with his nail. The blood seeped through the perfect letters as her body absorbed the blood through the fresh wound.

The words would scar.

‘Only Edward’ embossed her hip in his beautiful script, and when he watched her eyes grow more hooded with lust, he moved to lick the wounds keeping his eyes focused on hers as his tongue bathed her in his venom to heal her. He relished and lapped up human blood from her body.

It was the most erotic thing he could have ever imagined let alone experience.

“Beg me.” He demands as her lip quivers watching him lick the sweet blood in one long swipe over the swollen flesh of her clit.

“Please Edward…”she whispers in a shuddering breath.

“Please what?” He swirls his tongue around circling it and teasing her in the process. He flicks it quickly along the sides of her swollen needy clit, her hips thrust upwards, but his hands push her back down.

“Oh fuck…please fucking fuck me.”

“No Angel that isn’t what you want. I hear you silly girl…now fucking say it. Out loud! Say it.” He demands all while she whimpers and wiggles under him.

“I can wait all night if need be.” He growls, “But that will only piss me off little one. Tell me with that sated little voice what you want me to do.”

“Fuck….lick me. I want to feel your tongue inside of me, tasting me and you.”

“I knew you were a dirty little girl…you are so fucking meant for me.” He snarls into her mouth.

Edward’s hands press under her knees and push her back spreading her open and he gazes at her like she is a gazelle. There is no way she will escape him.

His eyes are jet black and his gut rumbles as the snarl rips past his lips as he wraps them around her wet, hot, and swollen sex. His mouth works over her and he feasts on her lapping at her most sensitive flesh still coated in the sweet blood.

Isabella’s back arches off the floor and his hands keep her where he needs to continue to devour all of her.

Her head fills with his voice and she is confused since his mouth is busy ravishing her. How could she hear him when he was licking at her pussy bringing her closer and closer to climax?

His feral rants of desires to claim her are the only voice she hears.

Her hands fist up into his hair now and she cries out as her pending orgasm is about ready to take a dive over the edge and into pure bliss. Her legs wrap around his head holding him like a vice as her body shudders in convulsive spasms flooding his mouth with wetness as she grinds her pussy on his face fucking him with her hips.

The slurps stop and his fingers dig into her legs prying them open now, he moves faster than anything as he drools over her mouth. The scent of his venom, her arousal, and human blood mix all around them.

His cock is pressing against her sex and he thrusts forward as his lips crash into hers shoving his tongue in to mix them all together.

“Fuck yeah!” he howls out, gripping her ass and picking her up, he moves across the room and hears the shaking roar as he crashes her back into the dilapidated wall.  

“Scream for more.” He growls against her throat driving his cock into her with all he has in him. “You like this don’t you? You like getting fucked hard, fast and violently.”

He is totally unaware that the beast’s voice in his head now begins to speak to her.

“Yes fucking hell yes! So good! Faster always faster, harder…don’t you dare hold back!” she yells into his lips as he bites at her full bottom lip.

Your pussy gets so much fucking wetter…I can feel that shit Bella. I can feel it soak me, it grabs onto me when I am ready to pull back like it refuses to let me go. You get tighter when I pull back every fucking time do you feel that?

He watches her expression, her eyes grow more hooded as her head hits the wall when they suddenly close while she feels and hears every word he is saying.

“Yes. I can feel it.” Her voice is raspy and he watches her chew on that lip with each thrust he drives her into the wall harder and harder.

“Feel what Angel?” he asks but she doesn’t respond to it.

His tongue is cleaning every delectable inch of blood off her pale skin and as he pulls slightly back. The voice now commands her.

Bring those beautiful red eyes down to where I am fucking you. Watch my hard throbbing cock Isabella. Watch me fill your pussy up with every drop my fucking body is going to shoot up deep inside of you! You will never not have my scent inside of this sweet tight pussy...why do you thin we fuck you so much?

Her eyes drop to where his cock slides into her and with a furrowed brow as he drills into her, his expression is somewhat puzzled that she almost seems to be responding to a voice he was sure only he hears. He watches her as she watches let go as he begins to come up inside of her.

His hand slides down between them spreading her lips giving them both a clearer, better view. To himself he thinks she is just getting off on watching them.

I know you see it baby…looks so fucking good doesn’t it. Knowing I am marking it.

 His lips press to her forehead as he grunts with each slowing thrust.

“Oh God baby….” She moans.

“Fuck yes!!!” He yells and throws his head back driving it up into her and before he begins to come, he pulls back and looks down as they both watch in fascination. His swollen solid hard cock throbs and pulses shooting deep inside of her.

Isabella whimpers and cries out. “I can feel it…fuck that looks so hot.” She sucks in air but he cuts her off when he crashes his lips into hers.  His fingers reach under and gather the wetness that is leaking out the sides all around his cock.

He brings it up to her lips rubbing it all over them.

He groans against them as he licks the wetness off  both of them off of her lips.

“Your turn to come.”  

She seems to be out of breath as she pants like a dog, her mouth moves down pressing into the hollow of his throat and he smiles pulling back.

She replies, “But…I just did.”

“Again little girl. Over and over and over again.”

His fingers repeat the action to spread the wetness around the rim of her tight ass, then move to slip in so fucking easily and her reaction is immediate. He stares into her blood red eyes alternating his movements.

She is getting fingered then fucked and he smiles like the devil alternating one or the other.

The things he is doing to her have her body singing and weeping for him. He feels her gripping him yet again; she gasps and clamps down tighter on his cock just as he pulls back.

“Rub your fucking clit and fucking come on me naughty girl, I know you can. Pinch that hard little clit for me now!” he growls as he drives her body up the wall with each thrust.

“Oh God.” She cries out while her hand slides between them and the moment her fingers make contact with her throbbing swollen clit, she screams out as they both come harder than they ever have together.

The only sounds around is their ragged breathing and the whisper of blood pooling behind them on a filthy floor.

Isabella’s voice breaks the otherwise loud silence. “I hear you.”

Edward stiffens and pulls back. “What?”

“I can hear your thoughts.”

His eyes widen.

In all the years, he possessed this gift; it left him feeling as if he had the advantage at knowing one’s thoughts. A familiar uneasiness comes over him as it did when he was around Aro. He didn’t like that feeling.

Isabella giggles. “Not you silly…him.”

Edwards mouth falls open. “You hear him?”

She nods. “The moment your tongue began licking the blood from me, and fucking damn baby, he is really dirty.” She whispers.

Edward’s head fell forward into her shoulder and he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed yet he still chuckles.

“Oh God.” He groans but her sweet voice and the feeling of her purring pussy breaks his moment of humiliation.

“I want to hear him again Edward. He is fucking sexy.”

He snorts out a laugh pulling back.

“It’s almost like I am fucking both of you at once. I really like it…why do you think I was so fucking wet?”

He looks up at her with the most surprised look ever.

The next words she says blow his fucking mind.

“I don’t regret it. You said it yourself. Evil begets evil. I want to make a compromise Edward…you lead me to the ones that are evil and I will drink and then baby I will feed you. You still haven’t tasted me yet, but if history has taught me anything, I am willing to bet, if you sunk those sexy fangs into me right now, I would taste like I did that night in the meadow.”

With that she leans forward to cup her breast and sucked her nipple into her mouth licking on it before she let her fang puncture it.

Edward’s eyes widen as blood and venom drips from the end of it.

“Come on baby…feed and fuck me…it’s what we live for…even if we are dead.”

A familiar rush fills his entire being. It’s as if he has been given back his soul.

It was the ultimate taboo. He could live this life and become the bad boy he was once again.

A thrill he could share with someone else. Now as the excitement at the thought builds, the demonic grin that had graced his lips so many times before when he knew he was breaking rules broke out in anticipation.

He leaned forward circling his tongue around her nipple, teasing the hard nub, then the moment the sweetest blood he had ever tasted once upon a time coated his thick tongue once again…the beast was reborn.

© Robshandmonkey~

*I got goosebumps and tears in my eyes with a devotion to this character that exceeds all the others and I have no idea why...Purrward…you fucking own my ass forever, and I wouldn’t have it any other way!*

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Robshandmonkey~

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