“It's so hot out here, even this late at night.” She breathes out a sigh avoiding the pending
question.
“Why else would they name this place Death Valley baby, and I may have a conclusion as to why it may be so fucking hot here…know why?” I
push her forward slowly and deliberately while whispering in her ear, leading her where I want her.
“Put those pretty hands flat on the hood of my beloved
purring kitten Isabella. She want's you to touch her.”
She looks over her shoulder at me. “That isn’t a reason, and
kitten? Really?”
She looks a little miffed and I take a deep breath to contain myself.
“I wasn’t done but since your time was up and you failed to choose one of the options…that only leaves me with the last option I didn’t
tell you about.”
“Wait…why didn’t I get to hear the last one?” She attempts
to turn and I hold her firmly and still slowly guiding her body as I bend forward with her placing her hands where
I want them.
“That is because, I didn’t give it.” My reply is short and clipped.
“Well how come you get another that I didn’t?” her brow
furrows.
I smirk and run my nose along her cheek. “Keep these hands
flat on this fucking car.” I command in a deep low tone and I continue. “And
because my sweet little doe eyed Angel, I dominate you. Not the other way
around, that is why, not that I even need a fucking reason, now where the fuck was I?” I inhale her sweet skin and release her
wrists when she seems to give in.
“Hot…” she trails of as my fingers caress up and down her arms, moving over and down
along her ribs where I stop resting my hands on her hips.
“Oh…yeah...as to that reason why I believe it is so hot around
here, is it may be because it is 282 feet below sea level.”
“Why would that make it so hot.” She is getting distracted
as my hands move up and around to the front of her bra and I slowly unfasten it, and let it slide off her
shoulders, to pool around her feet on the ground. She sucked in a deep breath.
I was getting a very interesting reaction from her.
I reach under cup her breasts and purr against her spine twisting and tweaking her nipples. I
drop my voice even lower and speak using my vampire speaking skills as I
hiss out, “I think we may have stumbled onto the gateway to hell my sweet
naughtyAngel.”
“Yeah?” she has her eyes closed, her panting breath is sweet as it fills the air around me, her head is tilted back.
“Yeah, and if there is one sure fire way to get me into the
one place that sounds like all the cool people will spend eternity, we need to
make sure we are given unrestricted access.” I tease her, my lips moving along her jaw and I glide my tongue along her smooth warm skin,
as it grows warmer in the warm air that surrounds us.
“I think we already have special invitations.” She
giggles.
“I don’t want a special invitation. I am not about to be a
guest at some other asshole’s party.” I nip her skin, suck it in, and give her
a goddamn vampire hickey on her shoulder.
Her body shudders.
“Well then why do you need to make sure we get in?”
“I wanna take over and I always get what I want. You my love are my sure fire way to get in.”
“Why me?”
“Because Demons aren’t meant to fuck Angels Isabella,
especially at the fucking gates of hell...so what do you say?"
Before she answers, I cover her mouth and listen. A grin breaks out on my lips.
"Angel baby...we can turn this ménage a
trois into a foursome…does my baby wanna play with me??”
“There is no one for miles.” Her voice is breathy as I kiss
her bare flesh everywhere my lips can cover.
I smirk. “Wanna bet?”
She inhales. “I don’t smell anything but dust and motor oil.”
“Keep your fucking hands on this hood.” I growl in warning
and regretfully move to the center of the road away from her. I still keep my
eyes on her. She watches and a moment later off in the horizon, headlights
appear. Her eyes dart to the road then back. I swear she wouldn’t be able to
control herself if it weren't for me.
“Hands.” I warn as the car approaches faster than they
should be traveling.
Only feet away, they slam on their breaks the moment they
see us, the shitty car skids sideways stopping inches from me. It is a good
thing too…I would have been livid if the fucker got my Armani suit dirty.
I turn to look at the driver.
“Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you doing in the middle of
the fucking road in the god damn dark? Don’t you have emergency lights on that
thing?” He climbs out slamming his door and walks around stopping in his
tracks. His eyes widen as they land on Bella.
“Uh…dude…she isn’t wearing a shirt.” He stares and his
thoughts are already getting under my skin.
“Really?” I chuckle. “Hadn’t noticed.” I push my sunglasses
back down over my eyes.
“How the fuck can you not notice that?” the tall blonde blue-eyed fucker waves in Isabella's direction as if I am an idiot.
He looks like he was just catching the last greatest wave
off the cover of Surfer magazine.
A fucking golden boy. I eye him up and ask, “What’s your
name?”
“Excuse me?” His eyes finally peel away from Bella.
“I said,” looking over and checking to make sure her hands stay
on the hood when I hear her nails rake over it while her fists are getting
antsy.
I cringe.
“Easy there baby.” I whisper. “You damage her, I take every
dollar it costs to get her fixed out on that sweet ass of yours.” I call out to
her.
She whimpers.
“I can hear you Bella. I can hear the sweet wetness pooling
from deep inside of you, it is just about ready to seep out from between those
pouty pink bare lips. Your panties are soaked baby…You getting a little wet
down there?”
“Oh God.” The human groans out licking his lips, pinching
himself to assure he isn’t dreaming.
“Yeah, she looks fucking innocent doesn’t she?” I murmur to
stand next to him as we stare at her. I slide my hands in my pocket and smile
at the beauty of having her bent over the hood of Cherry in those heels.
“Fuck…that would make a great photo.” I muse.
“Dude…am I interrupting something?” He asks, salivating over
Bella.
“Baby…is he interrupting?”
“No Master.”
Blondie’s eyes widen. “Fuck me.”
He gasps.
“Sorry Michael. That is only going to happen to me.” I grab
his hair yank his head back and sink my teeth into his thin as silk warm flesh.
The thick rush of satisfaction is about to wash down my
throat and I stop myself.
I will not drink from another.
Only her.
I grip his shirt tear it and swipe my mouth with it.
“I brought you a gift Angel.” I drag Michael over, lay
his body onto the hood in front of her.
I tear off her skirt and panties tossing them off to the side of the road
"I will always provide for you love...ready?” I squeeze her ass once and listen to her whimper with the smell of blood right under her nose.
"Such a good little girl. You behave so well love."
I remove my jacket fold it and lay it inside of the front
seat of Cherry. I pull out my shirt untucking it, unbutton my cufflinks, and
roll up the sleeves of my white dress shirt, impressed I don't have one drop of blood on it as I walk around to stand behind her.
“Fuck…I wanna taste.” She mewls out.
“I know baby…hang on…” I reach in my pants, grab my cock and
stroke it a few times lining up with her very wet swollen pussy.
“Fuck baby I love that you never need to indulge in foreplay
every time we fuck. You are always ready.” I position her hips. My cock finds
its home already pointing north drooling to be sheathed in heaven.
“Enjoy sweet Angel, drink.” I slam into her as her teeth
sink into my previous wound around her dinner's throat.
“That’s it baby good girl. You know you only drink from
where my lips have marked for you.” I listen to her throat gulp each
hot stream of the most common type of blood down her throat and I only grow
harder relishing in the sounds that come from her primal nature.
Next time it will have to be a rare blood type. Grade A choice. It has been a
while since I have indulged her.
“Fuck I love pounding into you! Never will fucking hold back
again!” I howl as a feral snarl rips out of my lips.
I hear my hood pop under the weight of Goldenboy's dead body
and growl at her.
“Bella…don’t fucking lose focus!” I slam into her.
She throws her head back and her long dark curly tresses whip at my face.
“Fuck yeah! Deeper! Faster!” she hisses turning to lock her
lips with mine.
I turn my head and deny her.
“Fuck no! You know better Angel!”
“I just want you to kiss me!”
“Not with some other motherfuckers blood on your lips.” Her
eyes narrow and she attempts to turn around.
“I am not through with you!” I growl pounding into her locking on to her shoulder with my teeth gently to hold her where I want her.
Her knees are pushing her up the hood and she turns to face
me as I fall out of her.
“Bella!” I growl.
She slinks backwards over the roof on her hands and knees.
“You want it? Come get it.” She taunts.
His blood drips out of her lips dotting her chest with
various size droplets.
I move to the back of cherry just as she is stepping off the
hood.
“Gotcha.” I growl in her hair wrapping my arms around her
tightly.
She giggles.
“You want me to kiss you…then turn around and drop to your
knees.” I hiss in her ear.
She moves so fast her fist is gripped onto the base of my
cock and her throat is massaging the head of it as she bobs up and down with fervor. As if it was the last cock she would ever get to suck on.
“Fucking heaven baby. God you get better at sucking cock
every fucking day!”
The wet sounds of her venom and his blood coat me and she
laps at me like an insatiable newborn.
“Christ baby…slow….the fuck….d”
Her fingers caress just lightly down over my balls and she
plunges all of me down her throat and holds it swallowing against the tender underside of him, the head
of it is massaged into submitting to her insatiable thirst and I start to shoot violently down
her throat.
“Yes! That’s it baby…his blood may feed you, but I fucking
own you!” I growl, reaching out to grab her pulling her up, and throwing her
down on the back of cherry climbing onto her, dragging her body up to the roof.
I grab her wrists and bring them above her head.
Her eyes are glowing as she whimpers under me grinding up to
make some physical contact.
“I know baby…put your feet up flat on my chest.” I command
gripping my cock. I tease the wet swollen flesh with the head, reaching down
with the other hand to tease her clit, slipping my thumb in deep sinking into silky hot sweetness.
“Keep your hands up there baby.” I circle her wet flesh with my thumb,
pull it back out moving to position my throbbing head against her needy pussy.
“Does my baby want it slow and sweet or do you want me to fuck you animal style?" I press my forehead to hers and gaze into her eyes.
“Both…either...I don't care just anything!” she breathes out and I bare my fangs.
“Spread those fucking legs for it!” I demand leaning down, I
thrust forward…so ready to just slam into her over and over until my desires are met. My rhythm picks up
and I lick my lips so ready to feed. I don’t hesitate to bite into her swollen
breast and start to drink down the sweetest blood that only she can give me, while
I drill into her hard, fast, and deep.
Every time we fuck any more it seems to steer off in a
different direction than that of our original plan and tonight is no exception. All I know is that whenever I drink while I come in her, the sensations fucking out of this fucking world.
We live in the moment, and some of the best moments were not
planned. They just fucking happen!
I move in and out of her like a jackhammer, taking what is
mine, marking her, claiming her, because…I know she will never understand that I
can’t get enough of her. I feed from her every fucking day now, sometimes more
than once. She is the only source I will sustain myself from and it is the only
way I can show her how much I depend on her without appearing like a pussy
whipped motherfucker like Jasper.
She owns my heart and the only one I will ever love this
fiercely for eternity.
I unlock my jaw and lick at the wound that brands her as
mine. My eyes gaze at the impression of my fangs as they heal before my eyes
and when the move up to look into her sated beautiful eyes…I get overcome with every emotion I never experienced before, until I met her.
My heart aches and throbs when she is out of my sight and
when I see her again every time…I cannot help that my lips crash into hers to reclaim her.
She doesn’t hesitate to take me any time she wants to drink either, and I love that about
her.
She flips us now straddling me just before she lifts up gripping me and
holding me where she needs me before she drops her weight down to allow me to
sink back into her.
I close my eyes and fight my ire when I hear Cherry’s roof
give in to the weight of us under my ass.
“Don’t you fucking do it Isabella.” I growl.
“Sorry…can’t stop now! Fuck!” She replies and slams down on
me even harder lost in her own orgasmic haze in need to just get herself off.
I should have known...Cherry be damned when it came to Isabella coming like a pornstar stuck by the worlds largest dick.
I grip her around the waist, her strength this way is
stronger and I give in, as she has me at her mercy.
“Mine.” She hisses and I know what is coming.
“Isabella…” my tone is deep with warning but she doesn’t
even flinch when her fingers fist in my hair and she pulls my head back as her
tongue laps at the scar she marked me with before. She presses her lips to my
throat whispering right against my flesh.
I think it is a prayer but I am not
sure. Her words are incohearant then, she sinks her teeth in slow letting a low hum
vibrate at the bite, while drawing in my venom and blood. It always gets me even
harder while she drinks from me. I grab her hips slamming her down on me as I thrust my hips up to meet her tight wet pussy so I can get her off while she indulges in me.
“Gonna make me come baby…so fucking amazing…what the fuck
are you doing?”
I grunt and moan out. She drinks so slowly and sensually it has me completely submissive to her and the beast in me is damn near feral and pissed off to a near
frenzy to get out. It holds me captive with her feeding on me and the feel of her lips drawing out my own orgasm to prolong it is downright the most pleasurable torture one can endure. My hips buck up driving in my last few thrusts deep as I cry out during the insane pulsing that my cock seems to keep going for so long that I lose focus and just her clamp down around me as I fill her completely.
And right on fucking cue...I nuzzle into her throat and purr like a tamed beast.
She finally pulls away and her red eyes fill with venom. She
looks around us. I would swear she looks so fucking scared and when the faint
scent of her fear hits my nostrils I still and watch her warily. I am not sure what is up, but I wait for her to speak.
“Edward...baby...you...I mean....God...just promise to never leave me.” Her nearly broken voice
silences every thing for miles and the desperation in her voice is clear as a fucking bell.
It is laced with the full scent of her sweet tasting fear.
I stare at her puzzled wondering where this is coming from.
“Promise. If you die…I die Edward…say it!”Her fists tighten in my hair, her eyes burn
into mine. Her teeth tightly clenched.
“What are you talking about?” I still her hips and stare up
into her frightened eyes. I brush at the lower part of here eyes. Venom that is about to leak out of
them spills over some.
“Promise me…if you go to hell take me with you!”
I cradle her face. “I promise I will not leave you. Where ever
it is…we will always be together!”
I wrap my arms completely around her and let her lay on me as she calms
down some but continues to shake in my hold.
“You know I love you right? I brush my lips over her temple.
"I love you so much Isabella that I won't be able to survive without you and I know I don't say that shit often, but you do know that I need you. I need you so fucking much." I hold her tighter wanting to crawl inside of her.
The never-ending desolate highway stretched out for miles in
front of us.
The moon is full, hanging low in the sky just off the
horizon. It glows the most vibrant orange I have ever seen in all my years on
this planet. It is a strange sight. As if the sun is chasing it with some small
hope of actually being able to catch up only to devour it.
My imagination plays a scene where the two, so close in
proximity would eventually meet their fate as the face of the moon scorches from
the solar flares that lick at it, when it does finally catch up.
The air is warmer tonight than it has ever been out here in Death
Valley.
Cherry is thirsty and it isn’t for gas.
With the windows down, her long mahogany hair blowing all around
us inside of her interior, I swerve suddenly and deliberately the right and
slam on her breaks sending up a trail of dust that has been laying on the un-traveled
road for endless hot days and nights behind us.
I loosen my grip on the steering wheel as her engine purrs
like a fully sated kitten about to lick the cream from its lips. I lower my
hand and grip the stick shifting into neutral.
My eyes scan down her long legs. The red glow of Cherry’s
interior lighting radiates off her pale marble skin
The ruby red eyes of the jewel encrusted snake that is
coiled around the silver stiletto five-inch heel, winks at me under the dash of
my beautiful girls interior lights. I would swear they glow even brighter red
when I look at them.
My lip lifts on one side as I give a devilish half-crooked
smile when I follow up the length of her legs and admire the soft curves of her
torso as her hair finally lies down in a wild untamed mane like a curtain over
her shoulders.
Green meets brown.
In one blink, red gazes into red.
I turn my upper torso and lean towards her, one hand still
on the wheel, the other on the stick. I gun the engine and growl in a low deep
breath. “I am hard Angel.”
Her blood red eyes flash back to the milk chocolate brown,
but only for a second before they dilate.
“Eager for that threesome?” she coos.
“Don’t tease me Angel.” I lick my lips.
“Are you sure she is ready?” Her voice is delicate and sweet.
“She was fucking born ready!” I growl low and allow my eyes
to darken. “Me. You. Her…Right
here! Right the fuck now!” I demand.
“Yes Master.”
She opens the door, and I cannot stop my eyes from watching
her long legs swivel as she turns her body to step out.
I gun her engine watching, as she leaves her door open, walks
around Cherry and the sound of those steel stiletto heels click against the
concrete highway. With her back to me she stops right in front and center of
Cherry’s headlights and looks over her shoulder at me, her hair whips in the
light breeze and her skin now glows in the light of the flaming moon. She bares
both sets of fangs in my direction and hisses.
Fuck that is so
fucking hot! What in the hell are we waiting for?
Not yet motherfucker. Who
the fuck controls this scene? Me? You? Her?
Her.
Not if I have anything
to say about it.
I smile adjust the idle of her engine pressing the gas to
slow her down, open my door stepping out. I rest my arm on the roof of Cherry
and reach up slowly to lower my Rayban’s down just enough to look at her, over
the top of the dark lenses.
I take a moment to appreciate the beautiful scene before me.
She is such a fucking
tease.
“Don’t worry…I plan to do that and so much more.” I mumble
and walk around my open door. I raise my hand to reach up to loosen my tie.
“No!” her tone is firm, almost commanding.
“Don’t remove anything…not yet…please.” She bats her long
dark lashes looking at me from under them; her fingers twist the short hem of the
edge of her leather skirt, baring even more of that delicious pale skin on
those sexy thighs.
I chuckle, slide my hands into my pockets, and suck my
bottom lip in between my teeth, watching her from under my lashes as I approach
her.
The echo of my Armani dress shoes click on the road as I
walk to stand next to her in the glow of the bright headlights. I turn to face
Cherry and glance over at my Angel who still has her back to her.
“If this is some battle that you two should fight on your
own, by all means, don’t let me stop you from anything.” I nod towards Cherry.
“I told you, I don’t share.” She snaps back, her frown
obvious.
My brow quirks up on one side and I fight the smart ass
smirk I want to flash in her direction.
“Your Master says otherwise, now be a good girl, turn around,
face her.”
Isabella does what I ask, but not without crossing her arms
over her chest in a show of defiance.
I step in behind her and move my lips to her sweet spot
behind her ear.
“Don’t make me take off my belt.” I nip her lobe and nuzzle
into her hair.
Her shoulders fall and she sighs in defeat.
“Good girl.” I pull my hands out of my pocket and reach out
to slide them in around her tiny little waist wrapping my fingers around her
warm bare flesh. I lean down and lick over her shoulder along the thin strap of
her demi-bra that I picked out for her to wear with the matching panties and
skirt to compliment the sex and sin heels I had designed just for this
occasion.
“You taste so fucking sweet baby and you may think you are
playing the defiant little girl, but your body sings out otherwise. I see your
nipples hardening and about ready to peak out over the top of this bra. You don’t
fool me little one.” I whisper in her ear as I begin to step forward, pushing
her in the direction towards Cherry’s bright headlights.
“Tell you what little one…even though you are being a brat, I
will forgive your behavior and allow you the option to choose. The first option
is that I simply bend you over her hood; you unfasten that clasp on the front of
your bra; press those beautiful tits right down onto her warm purring frame and maybe, in the
mean time, I may just fuck you as hard as I want to in that position first before I put you in all the rest I have envisioned—or—the second option. I lay you back on her hood, strip
you down, and watch you pleasure yourself until you beg me to fuck you, that of which I won't until you scream her name as you come. But not all before I take my belt to that sweet ass of yours first.
The choice is all yours, but I will get my fantasy of this ménage a trois Angel,
even if I have to tie you to her fucking hood.”
I inhale the new flood of sweet wetness that seeps out from
between her legs.
“Well angel? What is it going to be? Willingly bent over, spread out or punished while being tied down?”
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.
*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!*
I want to sincerely
thank all of you for the ride!
Your author
Drea
aka
Robshandmonkey~
Please take a moment to all of those that have read this and
let me know for once at least what you think…I really would like to know.
