Chapter 2: Innocence lost, and why there were Feathers everywhere


I swept my Mrs. Cullen up into my arms and growled a feral growl at her. She had no sense and only giggled with giddiness. The fire she had started would not abate to a slowly dying ember like all the times before, she had me ablaze! If my heart was still beating it would have wildly ripped through my chest right now.

All the night creatures on the island silently went still. Even the crickets ceased there song. They waited, for a fierce predator stalked among them, carrying his prey. Little pinpricks of fear stabbed at me from the night and it fueled me like I was on the hunt. And actually I was, but not for blood.

I would have what had been denied for all to long. Carlisle had warned me of the intensity. He had counseled me to restrain the full extent of my emotions when I was finally faced with this. But now that the moment was drawing near I didn’t want to restrain anything! I wanted Bella, and I was going to have her! She giggled again and I stuttered a step.

“What are you giggling about woman? Do you know what kind of line we are walking right now? Your life is literally hanging in the balance this evening and my passion for your blood is warring with my passion for your body….I…..” tiny fingers pressed themselves to my marble lips to shush me.

“Hush, I have always been the safest in your arms Edward...and tonight we will have our passion together”, and she snuggled closer to me all her trembling gone. Shock at her trust in me wormed through my gut.

I stopped at the edge of the bed, past the French doors, with vampire speed and settled her on top of it in the next blink. Bella’s breathing picked up and a pink blush was forming under her translucent skin on her face. Her knees were still locked tightly together and pulled up slightly, but her arms were loose and open to me.

Standing next to the bed tall and naked she raked her brown eyes down my form and I felt part of me twitch. She giggled again.
In a flash I was next to her on the bed trailing my pale fingers down her chest to belly. Propped on one arm my golden eyes searched for any resistance in her brown, and found none. As I knew I wouldn’t.

“Bella, are you ready for this? Truly ready”?

Bella’s answer of course was to encircle me with her arms and kiss me. Her knees were still closed together and I was waiting for her scent to hit the open air. In the water I had dilution, now it would be concentrated beyond all reason.

Bella was moaning under me and trying to keep her self still but it was an effort. So I parted her knees with my hand and began to caress her little begging body. The fire burning in my belly was snaking through me again and my passion for her was building, when it hit.

Bella’s scent scorched its way down my throat and I could feel the venom pooling in my mouth. I began swallowing convulsively trying to concentrate on controlling the blood lust. I was swimming against the current of wave after wave of her delicious scent. Something in me must have tensed and told her I was struggling because she stilled her movements, resting her face against my chest.

I dragged in breaths of ocean air to try to clear my head, but I was burning in more ways than one. Bella’s hands slowly caressed my back and moved over my body deliciously soft when she found the part that ached for her. Circling and sliding she rubbed, so lost was I in her movements that I forgot momentarily the blood lust that threatened to take me over.

Slipping my long fingers into Bella’s core once again, I nuzzled into her neck as she arched her back to me. Slowly I pushed in and out, driving her need; circling her swollen clit, and then dipping into her once more, until I could feel her writhing under my ministrations.

Bella’s breathing came faster and her little body heated up, sweat glistening on her brow. I kissed away the salty drops, savoring every nuance of flavor.

Then knowing I could do something no human man could ever do, I sped the friction with my finger on her little mound. Bella clawed her way down my back failing to even scratch my marble skin. She looked almost feral and it only spurred me on. Careful not to put to much pressure on such a sensitive spot, I sped up.

Then Bella was panting, crying out, with tears streaming from her eyes, and her limbs writhing. Shaking underneath me, she was so close to the edge…then she screamed my name. “EDWARD! EDWARD!” I abruptly stopped. Freezing in place, terrified I had misjudged and hurt her. Anguish pierced me as I felt the bottom of my stomach plummet into ice.

“NO DON’T STOP!! OMG DON’T STOP!” she was clawing at me, begging me, pleading me to continue.

Relief washed over me in a welcome wave, and I gave her a burst of speed she desperately craved. Bella exploded into her first orgasm by my hand and she held on to me like she was going to splinter apart.

Her spilled passion permeated the air as the next wave of her scent hit me full on. Bella overtook my senses, fingers of fire scorched their way down my throat and flames licked up from my belly as I jerked clenching my teeth. Such thirst! She was searing me, I had to concentrate! Thankfully my shaft competed for the most ardent ache, ultimately winning out, throbbing to be inside her.

In a split second I was on top of Bella, positioned just at her entrance. I grasped her arms maybe a little too hard I wasn’t sure, and pleaded with her one last time. Begging her.

“Please Bella…” I lowered my head to her neck. “Please, oh god please do not let me hurt you” more a prayer than a question.

“Edward, I trust you.” She whispered just as she had that day in the meadow when she found out what I really was.

The Lion and his lamb, the unlikely pair comes finally to this.

“Very well, are you ready love?” I managed to croak out.

Her lovely face beaming up at me and shaking her head yes was my only answer.

With that I pushed in as gently as I could manage until I felt her barrier. Wet as she was I slid easily but very snugly. Perfectly filling her and gently stretching. Looking into each others eyes, I thrust home through that last bit of innocence we both retained. Now we both belonged to each other in every sense of the word.

What came next can only be described as pure ecstasy and pure hell all wrapped in one. The scent of her blood, her passion, and the overwhelming love I felt for this beautiful creature undid me.

I was intoxicated by the warm velvety folds squeezing me with every thrust, and the swirling scent of her blood sent me into a frenzy. I wanted to sink my teeth into the thin layer of skin on her throat, feel her warm pulse fill my mouth and sate the horrible burning. It was the strongest pull I had ever had to it, even when we first met and I wanted to kill her immediately for her blood, nothing could compare to the scent that affronted me now.

But my heart was stronger, and the thought of her death kept the thirst in check. I had wanted her for so long, denied myself this ultimate satisfaction, now that I had her I could only tumble with her on the bed and burrow into her as if I was dying without her passion filling me.

Vaguely I remembered her saying hold me tighter, and I obliged. She would moan and mewl and cry out my name in passion begging for more always more! And I would give it to her! I would thrust into her forever if he wanted it!

I was drunk on our consummation, consummation such a perfect word for this act of marriage. We were consuming each other until you couldn’t tell where one left off and the other began. And I could feel something welling deep down inside, something that began to build and build. Her scent scorched me, and our love twisted my belly into knots, knots that were building a pressure. “Edward! Faster, I think I am going to …..Going to….again….Edward! Oh please don’t stop…” And I took off on a race, trying so hard not to be too rough, but the pressure was building and suddenly she screamed underneath me and a fierce growl rumbled out of my chest, I bit into the pillows next to her head. Slicing into the fabric like it was tissue paper. Needing more I bit into the headboard above Bella’s head, ripping wood from its joints. My hands crushed my handholds on the board to dust, and the bed rocked and split under my thrusts. Bella cried and thrashed along with me, gripping me with her thighs desperately clutching me to her. All the waiting, the heat, the pent up need, poured from her core and I flooded into her womb, all my passion spent.

I was frightened of what my seed would do inside her very human body, but Carlisle had assured me it was venom free and thus inert; unlike my teeth that I so very carefully kept from her fragile skin.

Bella’s arms slipped from around my back as she fell into the mattress. Having earned an exhausted sated sleep, a smile curled up her lips as she whispered, “I love you Edward”. And I was so thankful. This angel loved me; I would spend the rest of forever showing Bella how much I loved her.

“I love you, Mrs. Cullen.” I whispered in her sleeping ear.