Taste of Innocence Chapter 8
Her lips were on mine and her incredible tongue was licking me just like she had when I’d been covered in that abusive bitches’ blood. I opened my lips and her tongue slipped inside, battling with mine for control. Fuck, this was one battle in which I’d willingly surrender. Her little hands moved up my chest, fisting in the V of the neck. She pulled and I heard my shirt shred under her touch. Holy fuck, she ripped my shirt right off me. Hottest thing ever.
She tore her lips from mine and started sucking on my throat. Jesus Christ, I could actually fucking feel my eyes rolling back in my head at the feel of her teeth scraping over my neck. “How do you like it?” she murmured as her teeth actually sank into my flesh. Fuck that felt good. She wasn’t biting hard enough to break my skin but just the fact that she fucking could now…my dick was throbbing as I pushed it up against her tight little pussy.
“So good, Bella,” I responded, my hands cupping her ass as I maneuvered her against me, giving us both the friction I desperately wanted. Her lips met mine again and her hands began tugging my hair none too gently. Fuck, Bella liked it rough. Was there ever a more perfect woman on this planet? And she was mine. This fucking proved it.
It sucked that we were on the couch, I could have used a hell of a lot more mobility but then again, I liked letting my virginal little Bella take control. Her hips were moving against mine of her own accord now and the rhythm was making my cock twitch anxiously. I wanted to be inside her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire existence.
I took my hands off her delectable ass and found those perky little breasts, cupping them and running my thumbs across her nipples, which pebbled beneath my t-shirt. Fuck, I loved her wearing my clothes. It was sexy as hell. Why had I bought her new clothes? She needed to be in my shit all the time. Or naked. That would be even fucking better. She moaned in response to my touch and her hands tightened in my hair. If she wasn’t careful, I’d be fucking bald. I had a hard time caring about that at this particular moment though.
I was shirtless and it only seemed fair that Bella join me, so released her breasts and grabbed the fabric of my t-shirt and ripped it apart. She gasped but kept right on kissing me as I tossed the tattered material to floor and cupped those perfect breasts in my hands. It wasn’t enough though; I had to taste her again. I’d be craving her taste ever since the first time I had it. I wanted this crazy woman more than blood and every damn thing I’d done since she woke up had been to get to this moment, with her on top of me making sexy noises as I kissed and touched her. This was all I would ever want. She was completely fucking right when she called me hers, I was. Irrevocably.
I broke our kiss and sat up, Bella still straddling my lap as I took her right breast in my mouth, sucking and biting none too gently on her nipple. She rubbed her pussy against me and moaned in approval as she kept pulling on my hair. I licked my way across her chest to her other nipple and took that in my mouth, my hands finding her waist as we rubbed against each other. Too fucking much of this and I just might come in my jeans, but it was hard to give a damn because she felt incredibly good. At least I would finally have some fucking release, though I needed to be inside her soon.
She tugged my hair again and then let go, reaching underneath my chin and pulling my face away from her gorgeous tits. What the fuck? I frowned at her; sure she was about to fucking cockblock me again. I couldn’t take much more of this bullshit. “What?” I demanded hoarsely, my grip still tight on her tiny waist.
Her ruby eyes were glazed with pleasure. Fuck, why in the hell had she stopped me? I could give her unspeakable pleasure if she would only…”You are mine, right?” she asked, her voice a sexy purr that had my cock fucking throbbing in response.
“Yes, God yes, all yours,” I swore, licking my lips and watching her eyes darken in response. How fucking hot was that? Her eyes were black now, rimmed in red. Damn she was sexy. And she was…”Mine. You’re mine,” I told her, a growl in my tone. I may belong to her but she also sure as fuck belonged to me too. I grabbed her hair and tilted her head back, exposing her throat to me so I could see the spot on her neck where I’d taken her and made it so. It was a perfect bite mark, nearly invisible to the human eye, but I could see and so could any other vampire that we encountered in our endless lifetimes. They would know she belonged to me. “Tell me,” I demanded. I had to hear her say it.
She watched me with those impossibly dark eyes and I nearly let out a roar of frustration waiting for her to respond. Her hand released my chin and she placed it on her neck, unerringly finding the mark where I’d taken her. “Yours,” she whispered, rubbing her scar. She reached down and took my hand and placed it beneath hers on her throat. “I don’t understand it but somehow I am yours.” I yanked her lips back to mine at her words, I had to kiss her. I couldn’t believe she finally fucking admitted it. I was going to send Angela a truckload of flowers for making this possible.
She matched my enthusiasm, her lips pressed firmly to mine. I actually felt a laugh bubbling up inside me, some ridiculous happy laugh like a fucking chick would have. She was turning me into a woman but I didn’t give a fuck. She was mine, just as she was always meant to be! Our hands remained pressed on her neck and I was wrong; this was the hottest fucking thing ever. The two of us touching the spot that made us forever one together.
I tore my lips from hers and looked into her cobalt eyes. “I have to have you, Bella. Please say that I can.” She couldn’t fucking deny me now, could she? Not after we’d both declared ourselves. I had never given myself to a woman like this and I wanted, no I needed, to make love to her. Yes, I was officially a fucking chick but I still had my balls and more importantly, my cock, and it needed to be buried in her pussy.
She smiled at me, a real smile the likes of which I’d never seen on her beautiful face before. She opened her mouth and I felt like my very existence was hanging on what she was about to say. I heard a ringing and felt buzzing in my back pocket. What the fuck? Who in the hell was calling me now? The smile faded from her face. “Who is that?” Like I fucking cared? I was going to hurl the phone into the wall as soon as I got it out of my pocket.
I pulled it out and prepared to just that but she stilled my hand. “It could be important, since they’re calling this late.”
I glanced at the caller ID. Fuck. This was not going to improve my chances of getting laid. “Who is it?”
“Nobody important.” That was true. I was about to turn the phone off when she grabbed it from my hand.
“Rose?” she shrieked. I was so fucked. Or so not fucked would be more accurate. She started to flip the phone open and I yanked it away from her.
“If you want me to answer, you have to be quiet.” She frowned at me but nodded and started to climb off my lap but I stilled her. “You also have to stay right here.” Because I was a masochist and needed to torture myself a bit longer. I am such a fucking idiot. She crossed her arms in front of her fantastic breasts which annoyed me but she did at least stay in my lap. I could practically hear my cock whimpering as I flipped open the phone. “Hello.” Hmm, I didn’t sound particularly fucking friendly, but who could blame me?
“Edward?” Wherever the fuck she was, it was loud and she sounded trashed. Fucking fabulous. Cockblocked by a drunk dial.
“Yes, Rose. What can I do for you?” See, I could be polite. I wanted to yell at her to lose my fucking number but I knew that would piss Bella off even more than her friend drunk dialing me in the middle of the night.
She giggled. “That’s a loaded question. I can think of many things you could do for me.” Bella glared and a slight growl sounded from her throat. I removed my hand from her waist and put it over her mouth in silent warning. I felt something wet swipe across my hand…she fucking licked me. Of course it was my fucking hand instead of somewhere far more interesting.
“Rose, now is really not a good time.” That was the understatement of the century.
“Why? Are you with another girl? You’ve forgotten me already?” I could actually hear the pout in her tone as she attempted to flirt with me. Bella rolled her eyes and said something that was muffled by my hand. She shook her head at me and I moved my hand and mouthed “what?” at her.
“Don’t say you’re with a girl,” she hissed, motioning at me to continue with my call. The girl was really fucking annoying about making me talk to other girls on the phone. What the fuck was her issue? Damn it, I had to answer Rose.
“Of course not,” I replied smoothly, raising an eyebrow at Bella who smiled at me. She was so fucking weird. Still, as long as she was happy that I was talking to Rose, I still might get laid in this century. So I’d talk to Rose all she wanted. “What are you doing out so late on a school night?”
“I’m drinking to my dearly departed friend, Bella.” My jaw dropped open and Bella flinched at her words. I caught her around the waist again to keep her from falling off my lap.
“What do you mean, dearly departed?” I couldn’t help it, my tone was pretty harsh. Had they fucking found Jacob already? That fucking stalker had been nothing but trouble and I swear that if there was an afterlife I’d find that fucker and kill him all over again.
“She ran off with that halfwit, Jacob Black, without a word to any of her friends. She’s dead to me now,” Rose announced, anger and hurt coming through her slurred voice. Bella opened her mouth and I quickly slipped my hand back over it in a silent reminder that she couldn’t speak now. She was royally pissed, I could tell. I looked down at my lap and said a silent goodbye to my cock; I wouldn’t need him for quite some time apparently.
How the fuck did I fix this? I couldn’t, naturally. My plan had worked to perfection but now I was faced with the aftermath and it fucking sucked. “You don’t know that for sure, do you?”
“The cops found his hideous truck at the airport and they think he bought two plane tickets out of the country. How could she just leave without saying goodbye? I would have understood. I mean, I would have tried to anyway. I might have asked her why she was running off with a loser like Jacob but I get that she doesn’t have a lot of options. It doesn’t surprise me that she took off with the first guy who showed an interest.” Now it was me who was growling softly as Bella whimpered at Rose’s words. What a fucking bitch. Granted she was accurate in her assessment of Jacob but how could she speak of her friend that way?
Bella was far superior to Rose in every way. I wanted to tell her that but didn’t see quite how I could without giving myself away. As far as Rose knew, I barely knew Bella. I looked at that lovely girl in my arms, her eyes incredibly sad and I wanted nothing more than to hang up on Rose and whisk Bella away somewhere that would make her smile, like to the park to see her beloved stars at night.
I had to do something for her. “How can you talk about your friend like that?”
“How could she leave me like that?” Rose countered, letting out a very unladylike hiccup after she finished speaking.
“Maybe she didn’t have a choice.” Fuck, what did I just say? Great, Edward, why don’t you stir up some shit so the cops will keep on investigating you dumb motherfucker. Bella was causing me to lose major IQ points…probably due to lack of sex. I was too preoccupied with her to actually think before I spoke. Moron. Bella’s eyed me with interest, clearly wondering if Rose’s drunk ass would register my giant fuck up.
“She never had a choice, Eddie.” What the fuck did she just call me? Nobody and I mean nobody called me Eddie. “Bella’s one of those girls, you know? A nice girl.” She made it sound like a disease. “Guys don’t notice her. I mean did you?” I most certainly the fuck did. Bella was struggling to get off my lap and I didn’t want to release her. I pulled her against my chest and sighed as I felt her breasts press against me. She burrowed her head into my neck. I needed to get the fuck off the phone.
“Yes, I noticed her.” I couldn’t exactly explain why or how I did but I damn well wasn’t going to let Rose think that she had my attention that night. She was dead to me as soon as I laid eyes on Bella.
She giggled. She fucking giggled. “You don’t have to be polite, Eddie. I know who you wanted that night.” I ran my fingers up and down Bella’s bare back as I thought about the best way to inform Rose that I wanted nothing to do with her. I didn’t want to piss Bella off, but really, would I at this point? Her friend was crapping all over her.
“You know nothing about what I want Rose.” Truer words were never fucking spoken. If she thought I would prefer a slut like her to an angel like my Bella she was dead wrong.
“Oh but I’d like to,” she purred. Had I really toyed with fucking this bitch at any point? She was irritating as hell.
“Where’s that other friend of yours, Alice?” I asked, seeking to change the subject. I didn’t need Bella thinking about the fact that her supposed friend wanted to fuck me.
“Alice? She’s out putting up more flyers. She doesn’t believe that Bella left. She has a feeling, whatever the hell that means.” That meant that Bella at least had one fucking person who cared for her. I stroked her hair as she let out a little gasp against my neck.
“It sounds like she’s a good friend.” I knew Rose was too fucking sloshed to notice that I was putting her down but I figured Bella would pick up on it. Her lips pressed against my collar bone and I smiled. She did notice and she was thanking me in her own little way. I had to give her something more.
“What about Bella’s father?” Her head flew up and she stared at me with wide crimson eyes.
“Charlie? Poor deluded fool. He doesn’t believe that she ran off with a guy. He said that she’s way too considerate to do something like that. Whatever. Father’s are always the last to know.” I watched Bella, who positively glowed when she heard that her father had not given up on her. Had she really doubted that? I wasn’t sorry for taking her but I wish there was some way I could have let her contact him. I’d figure it out, I had promised after all. “He’s going back to that godforsaken little town they’re from in a couple days, but he’s not going to stop looking.” He wouldn’t either; he’d make sure the NYPD didn’t forget the name Bella Swan.
“He loves his daughter,” I said, looking right into Bella’s eyes, hoping she heard what I was trying to convey.
“Yeah, sure. Why are we talking about her anyway? I want to talk about us.” Us, there was never going to be a fucking us. In fact, if she kept insulting Bella, there might not be a Rose any longer.
“Can you hang on a second?” I didn’t give her a chance to answer, covering the phone and addressing Bella. “Can I get off the fucking phone with her now? Is there anything more you need to know?”
She looked at me for a long moment and then shook her head slowly. Her curls moved with her head motion, trailing across her breasts. God, had it only been a couple minutes ago that my mouth had been on them? I should be buried inside her right now instead of talking to her former friend.
“Sorry, Rose, I’m going to have to go.”
“But why, Eddie? Can’t I come over? You could help take my mind off my lying friend.” Rose punctuated her annoying words with a hiccup and a giggle.
That fucking did it. “No, Rose, you cannot come over. I don’t want to see you ever again.” There was a gasp of disbelief on the other end of the phone. “I met someone and she’s…incredible.” Bella smiled softly at my words. “She’s smart and beautiful and sexy and she challenges me. She drives me nuts the majority of the time but for some inexplicable reason I like it. She’s kind and caring. She’d never talk about a missing friend the way you did tonight. So, do me a favor, lose my number, because I assure you I will be losing yours.” I closed the phone before she could say anything else and waited to see what Bella might have to say about what had transpired.
She didn’t say anything; she just leaned forward and pressed her perfect lips to mine. Holy shit, had I actually done something right? I started to respond to the kiss but she pulled back quickly. “Thank you for that, Edward.” She looked almost bashful in that moment, despite being half naked and sitting on my lap.
“There’s nothing to thank me for, Bella. I told her the truth. That bitch wasn’t worthy of being your friend.”
She frowned. “That’s just Rose. She doesn’t do well with emotion and she probably really does believe I ran off with Jacob.” I growled at the very thought of that. What if that stalker fuck had absconded with her before we even met? I couldn’t imagine my life without her now and it had only been a matter of days. This was such a fucked up situation.
“Maybe so, but she shouldn’t be out getting drunk and hitting on guys she barely knows.” I was affronted on Bella’s behalf. Why didn’t she care more? And why the fuck did I care when I had a half naked Bella within arms reach? I am such a fucking chick now.
Bella smiled sadly and shook her head. “Life goes on Edward. They’ll all move on and eventually forget all about me.” Her voice broke a little on the last word and I swear my heart broke along with her. What had I done to this girl? Well, shithead, you turned her without a thought to what she might want, what she’d be leaving behind. Did you expect her to be elated? Fuck, I thought I silenced that motherfucker but there he was again, louder than before. The scary thing was that I was starting to agree with the nuisance.
I brushed her hair back from her face. “Nobody could forget you, Bella. Not even a superficial bitch like Rose. You’re clearly on her mind, even if she’s pissed at you right now. And Alice and your father know you would never run off without contacting them.” I wasn’t saying a word about her selfish mother, that bitch was probably too busy fucking her boy toy to spare a thought for her missing daughter.
She smiled and this time it reached her eyes. “Thanks, Edward. You can be nice when you want to be.” I rolled my eyes but smiled back at her. Nice was not exactly an adjective that I would use to describe myself but I wasn’t about to dispel the idea either. Whatever worked to get me into her heart was fine by me. Wait. What the fuck did I just think? Heart? No, I meant her pants. Edward Cullen doesn’t do hearts.
Bella shifted off my lap and this time I let her go. I knew Rose’s untimely interruption had served as yet another cockblock. It was clear that the entire universe was out to make sure that I didn’t get to fuck Bella. She walked over to the bags I’d left by the front door when she’d attacked me earlier. And just thinking about that woke up my cock yet again. Fuck, I was going to have to jerk off at the rate we were going. I hadn’t bothered to do that since I was human.
“Is this all for me?” Well, who the fuck else was I going to buy clothes for?
“Yes.” She pawed through the bags and pulled out the red cashmere sweater. Then she opened another bag and smirked over at me. My cock twitched at the sexy look on her face as she reached in and brought out a handful of bras and panties.
“Did you buy out the store?” she asked, looking skeptically at the packages. “Why would you get me all this? All I needed were a few shirts and jeans.” As if I was going to let my girl want for anything. She put on the red satin bra and frowned down at it. “How did you know my size?” She pulled the sweater on and I let out a low growl at how fucking stunning she was. The red sweater was cut low enough to show a little cleavage and the bra underneath made her breasts look even fuller and perkier.
I got up from the couch and walked over to her. She eyed me warily and bit on that full bottom lip. Damn, she was hot. I traced her cheekbone and marveled at the fact that she was mine. She’d admitted it. “I’ve spent a lifetime thinking about your body over the past few days,” I purred and watched as her crimson eyes went black at my words. I backed her up against the front door just as she’d done to me a couple hours ago. “I memorized everything about you, Bella.” Her eyes fluttered closed as I pressed a kiss just below her left ear. “I know exactly what you feel like.” My fingers traced over her jaw now and she tilted her head to accommodate me. “I know exactly what you smell like.” I buried my nose in her hair as she shuddered against me. “I know exactly what you taste like.” My lips met hers in the most chaste kiss I could manage despite the fact that I had a raging hard on. She whimpered and her eyes fluttered open as I pulled back, not that I went very far.
“What are you doing to me?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
I kissed her neck and smiled as I answered. “Tempting you. Is it working?” She nodded mutely as I peppered little kisses over her neck. “Good.”
“Edward, we can’t” she breathed as her hands crept into my hair. I laughed at her words warring with her body’s response to me.
“We can do anything we want, Bella. Haven’t I told you that already?” My hands slid down to her tiny waist as I pressed my body flush to hers. “So, what do you want, Bella?” As if I didn’t know the answer to that particular question.
“I want you,” she responded and I nearly fucking came from hearing her say that alone. “But…” Oh mother of fuck, what now?
I pulled back and glared at her. “What? We just admitted that we belonged to one another did we not?” She nodded mutely. “So what’s the fucking problem?” I couldn’t be a gentleman about this bullshit. I had her back in the mood and now she was throwing up the cockblock again.
Her little hands came up and she framed my face in her hands. I actually jolted at the electric feel of her touch. If she hadn’t just cockblocked me for the billionth time I would probably be celebrating the fact that she was actually touching me of her own volition. And that just made me a fucking pussy from hell right there. Celebrating a chick’s hands on my face for Christ’s sakes. I’m pathetic.
“But,” she said again which made me want to roar with anger. Her thumb traced my cheek just as I had done to her moments ago and I was fucking powerless to yell at her or walk away. She was a witch; there was no doubt about it. “I want to know you, Edward. I barely know anything about you. And as you’ve pointed out, we have all the time in the world, so why rush into bed?” Was she fucking serious?
“We have all the time in the world for you to get to know me,” I pointed out, my tone filled with disbelief. “You’ve already slept with me so what’s the fucking problem?”
“And look where that got me!” she said, an edge creeping into her words. I sighed. Were we really going to rehash the same old shit yet again? Eternity was a long time to hear the same shit over and over. “Edward,” she spoke more softly this time. “If we just get caught up in sex, we won’t really be figuring out what this is.” She gestured between us. “I want to know why I want you, beyond the obvious.” What the fuck was wrong with the obvious? It worked just fine for me. I was hot, she was hot, together we’d be molten hot, what more was there to analyze?
I growled and pushed away from her. Her witch voodoo electricity did not need to be distracting me now. Who gave a damn what the pull between us was? It was there and we should do something about it instead of talking it to death. I whirled around to tell her that and the words died in my throat at the picture she made, standing against the door, her long brown hair draped over her shoulders. The red sweater was perfect with her coloring, as I’d known it would be and her eyes matched it perfectly. She was fucking stunning and I was fucking whipped.
“What do you want to know?” Had I really just fucking asked that? Of course I had. She had me under her spell and I was no better than a school boy with a fucking crush. Perhaps I could carry her books to her next class. Of course I’d promised the equivalent of that earlier when I told her I would hold an umbrella for her so she could sit in the sun. Fucking pansy.
Her face lit up in excitement and I stifled a groan at my dicks’ reaction to her beauty. “Everything. You’ve lived for over a hundred years, right?”
“Technically,” I muttered dryly. Living was the operative word.
She laughed and pushed away from the door, taking my hand in hers and leading me over to the couch. And of course I followed along like the biddable puppy dog I was around her. I might have to do something to draw out the Volturi, death would probably be better than being Bella’s lap dog. She tugged me down on the couch and climbed sideways into my lap. Okay, maybe death was not better than this. I rested my cheek against her shoulder and rubbed it over that incredibly soft material. If she had to be covered, at least she was covered in something that felt good. Not as good as her bare skin had but I didn’t need to start thinking about that again. It was difficult enough not to get hard with her on top of me like this.
“So tell me about everything you’ve seen over the years. What do you do besides kill people? Have you met anyone famous?” Her eyes got really wide. “Have you killed anyone famous?” I chuckled and shook my head. Even when she was annoying as fuck she was still adorable. She actually looked a bit disappointed by the fact that I hadn’t killed anyone famous. I could rectify that if she wished. “What era was your favorite? What music?” Then her face lit in a huge smile. “What books?” Ahh, her beloved books. I was going to have to see to it that she had as many as her heart desired. My little bookworm.
“You’re just full of questions, aren’t you?” I wasn’t irritated anymore, mainly because she seemed so sincere in wanting to know me. I don’t know if anybody actually knew the real me. Surprisingly, I wanted to know the real her as well. I hadn’t been lying when I listed her virtues to Rose and I wanted to know what else was hiding in that silent mind of hers. Clearly she’d been doing a lot of thinking. “I’ll answer all your questions if you’ll answer something for me first.”
She leaned her head back against my shoulder and peered up at me from her impossibly long lashes. “What?”
“If Rose hadn’t called and interrupted us earlier, would you have slept with me?” I had to fucking know because I was sure the answer was one I wanted to hear. Or did I? I was just being more of a masochist clearly.
She steadied me for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Yes.” I knew it. Rose needed to die.
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