Dine and Dash
*~*~* Chapter Eleven – The Answering Miracles *~*~*
‘He's the only stable thing in the swirling chaos.’ ― (Beth Revis)
He crosses the small floor space between
him and the table at record speed. All I hear is the definitive thunderous clap
of the ball as it makes contact and drops like Hammer.
"Lose your shirt Cappuccinetto. I
dare you."
Huskiness coats his deep, velvet voice,
low enough to be a whisper. His eyes never leave me, the shade growing darker
with each ticking second. It's intense and makes me feel like, in this whole
world, the only person Edward sees is me. It's a cross between burning passion
and deep, deep, tortured want. It's so strong, it's teetering on the point of
no return. I've never felt more adored and captivatingly beautiful in my life.
I swallow thickly, grinding my teeth and
rubbing my tongue against the roof of my mouth to shake my anxiousness.
Crossing my arms at the hem, I slip the material up with shaky hands. It peels
off me in slow motion because I don't know what to do. Inch by inch, I feel the
air kiss my skin. Despite the coolness of it, I feel a searing burn. He's
watching me. I can't will myself to look up just yet and meet his eyes. My hair
pools through the neckline as I pull the long sleeved cotton fully off making
sure to keep my scar out of his view.
"Fuck." He groans low and
gruff.
There's only one left till black. He
knocks it down at freight train speeds.
"Shorts."
His voice is hoarse, his jaw clenches
tightly, incapable of more than that one word when I raise timid, trembling
fingers to the button of my jean shorts. I release it and take a huge breath to
calm my growing nervousness. My breathing is weighty when I begin inching it
down. The cold air hitting my heated core makes moisture trickle out little by
little. My clit throbs and peeks out between the bare flesh at the arousal I'm
feeling, the evidence of which makes the slit of my folds glisten with the
extra moisture. I step out of my shorts, covered head to toe in a heated blush.
I look at him. It's like he can't move.
He's predatorily still. Frozen to the spot. His immeasurably darkened green
orbs rake over me. I'm completely bare to him. My nipples further harden
painfully as he paints the canvas of my body with his devoted, lustful eyes.
In a blur of movement he leans to the
table. Stray strands of his unruly hair fall into his intense black-as death
eyes. He focuses on this next shot like it decides his life. Then the cue's
slammed forward, the black eight ball shoots across the table and drops with
dead-ringing finality into the pocket. It never stood a chance. Honestly.
Neither did I…
He straightens up and looks almost tortured
as he forces his feet to remain where they are. "Bella if I don't touch
you now I'm going to lose my fucking mind."
I shudder with warmth at his strained,
tortured tone, a cross between a demanding growl and patient plea. The perfect contradiction.
Just like him.
He knew this entire time. The entire
game, he knew I wasn't ready. He waited and played along, allowing me to try
and get myself ready so he could take me. Providing anything I sought. Even
answers to questions no one else I know would give me with that level of
honesty. I suddenly feel just as overwhelmingly devoted to him. No one can ever
be Edward to me. It has to be Edward. No. It is Edward. It's always been
Edward.
"Then touch me."
It's all he needs to hear. He smirks breathtakingly
wide. It's wicked and compelled. In the split second it takes for him to get to
me, his shirt is no longer on. I feel like I won the fucking lottery when I'm
slammed into his muscles, pulled flush against him. My puckered nipples, my
aching breasts molded into his solid chest, his dog tags biting into my left
tit deliciously. He dips down, kissing me powerfully as the music blasts around
us. His lips bruise and dominate mine in a hungry dance. My thighs tighten
together, growing desperate.
He cups my ass sensing it. Massaging the
flesh roughly, he dips his long arm between the flesh and under me so he can
get to my wet pussy, never breaking our kiss once. I moan softly against him as
he licks a line telling me to open my mouth to him more, simultaneously
slamming two fingers into my dripping heat.
I gasp. He uses the momentary slip in my
composure to force his tongue into my mouth. His fingers coat themselves in my
wetness. Each thrust forceful and drawing a groan from him.
"Fuck Bella, your pussy's so
fucking tight."
His taste and smell control my body
making me want to devour him. Each powerful thrust comes faster than the last
into me and makes my legs want to give out.
"Fuck! Bella, this is mine. Say
it's mine baby." He slams his fingers into me, curling it against my
tightening walls. Playing me like his favorite instrument. "Say it!"
he presses his thumb into my swollen clit, slamming a third finger into me.
Dragging them across my trembling walls and stretching me. He supports all my
weight, I'm a panting mess.
"Yours Edward! It's yours!" I
cry out, cumming hard against fingers.
He pounds into me until every drop slips
out from me, coating his fingers and running down my thighs. He holds me
against him, supporting me. His throbbing erection presses into my stomach.
He hisses ferally between huge gulps of
air as my hands roam up his hard abs. Following the defined contours of his
pecs, I work my way to his tense shoulders for support. He pulls his fingers
out of me, stroking my lower lips with his wet knuckles, reveling in my touch,
allowing me to familiarize myself with his body. Running my palms along the
taut muscles of his shoulder, I snake my arms around his neck. I want this.
"It's gonna hurt, Edward?" I
ask softly into his mouth. I feel his thick member twitch, straining against
his jeans, fighting to get to me. He's huge.
"I'll make it go away Bella."
He promises against my lips.
My hands weave into his tousled hair,
fisting him tighter, as he pries open my mouth again, tilting his head so he
can get better access, kissing me sensually. He pulls away, lifting his hand
that glistens with my juices and licks it clean.
"Just trust me and relax Bella. The
more you relax my baby, the less it'll hurt. I'm gonna take care of you babe.
Just trust me." He speaks in low tones and reenters my mouth with my taste
on his tongue.
Wrapping his tongue firmly around mine,
he tangles them and nibbles on my bottom lip before doing the same to the top
one as he bends down, running his firm hand along my waist to my ass. His
fingers work the round flesh. Teasing, touching and petting until I'm suddenly
picked up by it bunched in his broad hands.
Startled, I shriek into his mouth. He
chuckles softly but refuses to let go of the kiss.
"I got you." he promises,
lowering me to the pool table. My legs spread to accommodate his body.
"Good girl." He smiles and holds me tight against him continuing the
best kiss of my short life.
If things carry on like this there's a
very good chance I will die of euphoria before the morning's over.
His hard torso radiates delicious heat
through his skin to my dripping wet core. Heat pools against him begging for
relief. He looks down to where evidence of my pulsing core lines his abs,
rocking slowly on his grounded feet to provide torturous friction and rub
against my clit. My back arches, scratching deliciously against the felt. I
writhe and moan like a kitten against him.
He watches, captivated, burning my naked
body with his possessive gaze. When he stops my body rises, chasing after him,
thinking he's not going to touch me. He dips down, kissing me in my sitting
position to stop my worry. Deepening the kiss, he runs his large hands up my
bare back easing the burn from the felt and locking them into my hair. His
fingers massage and pull lightly at my scalp, enjoying the long fistfuls of my
hair spraying between his fingers in waterfalls.
Instinctively, I fist his hair in my
hands and tug hard. He growls and sucks my lip into his mouth then bites down.
I moan quietly as he licks away the sting.
His palms scald my skin as they unwind
from my hair and run down my spine, soothing and possessive. His body presses
into mine lowering my body until I'm lying with my back against the fine felt.
My legs quickly wrap around him, locking at the ankles when he starts to pull
back again, I don't think I'll ever get over the fear of having him away from
me.
"I'm right here Cappuccinetto."
He gently pries them off him and stands between my open legs spreading them
wider. He looks down at me, drinking in the sight with an undecipherable look
in his eyes. His top half crawls up my
body whispering over my heart, his fingers tracing the gauze covering his
initials on my thigh. "Fuck— I've had you on my mind the entire fucking
night."
Wetness pools in steady, uncomfortable
streams out my core at the thought of him prowling, stalking and fighting in
the dark forest and wanting to be with me as soon it was all over. My thighs
inch together desperate for friction, clenching his waist tightly.
"Keep them open." He orders
huskily.
I stop closing them, I swear, but when
he slips his wet tongue over the rim of my perked nipple, they tighten against
his torso instinctively. He sucks my heaving breasts harder, rolling the tip
against his tongue like I'm setting him off. He kisses the mound of pale flesh
open-mouthed, biting and pulling on the skin to darken his earlier marks.
I grip the sides of the table fiercely,
digging my nails into the felt as he tongues and kisses my breasts like he's
starving. He bites into the flesh sucking lightly as he circles his arms under
my legs lifting them up to the table. I moan softly, the felt biting into my
back as he kisses his way down the planes of my stomach, hooking my legs over
his shoulders.
My breathing gets heavier. My grip on
the table isn't enough to stop my wailing as I watch his bronze hair sink lower
and lower down my body until it disappears between my legs.
"EDWARD!" I scream out
wantonly as he sucks a long line up my bare lips, sucking up all the moisture
coating them, not leaving a drop to chance. He inhales deep, growling into me
as he separates my flesh and buries his face inside my most intimate part.
"I want to fuck you so hard anima
gemella. (soul mate)"
My IQ is officially decimated. I pant
wildly and pull at my hair at his dirty, dark and erotic words. He sucks my
clit into his mouth, suckling hard, flicking the overly sensitive flesh with
his tongue. He pulls on it, moving his head backwards until it slips out from
his lips. Leaving my clit throbbing and coated in my arousal and his saliva.
"But we'll go slow now." He
promises, fingering the wet rim of my entrance, watching my barrier reverently.
More moisture seeps out of my wanton body under his touch. "We've got
forever for more."
His tongue ploughs into me so hard and
fast, I cry out a line of profanities and lift my hips into his face needing to
get closer. He chuckles into me, curling his tongue deep inside me and
hardening it as he runs it along my walls.
"Keep doing that bella
(beautiful)." He encourages, grabbing my ass to keep me against his face,
not stopping me this time. He wants my hips thrusting at him. Fucking his face.
He torturously alternates between
kissing and sucking as my body takes over and grinds into his God-given tongue.
I moan his name and feel him smirk into me.
"That's it baby, take whatever you
want." His words and tongue are overloading me. "Then give me what's
mine when we get upstairs." He smirks spreading me open with his fingers
and licking my hymen. His tongue slips into my tight entrance again, growling
as he swallows everything I have to offer.
I fist my hair tightly looking down at
his bobbing bronze mane between my thighs. I half scream half cry through my
teeth arching my back off the table, my breasts pushed into the air. It's so
good! It feels so good!
"I want you anima gemella." He
half coaxes half growls, twisting his tongue in me, flicking at a spot that
makes me buck harder into his tongue every time he touches it. "Only
you." He smirks and does it over and over again, penetrating me with his
tongue, knowing exactly how to play my body.
A coil in my stomach builds up viciously,
threatening to blow my mind if it springs.
When his fingers join and flick my clit
in furious circles, I start seeing stars as he thrusts his tongue into my
tightening, wet hole.
"Cum for me Cappuccinetto." He
whispers looking up at me with a devilishly handsome smirk on his face,
spreading my thighs open and dipping his tongue into me so I can see his
perfect pink flesh as it disappears inside my pussy.
Erotic as fuck! I'm done for!
My body convulses wildly. My back arches
off the table like a bow, digging my head into the table top. " FUCK!
EDWARD!" I scream, gasping for breath.
His fingers dig into my flesh steadying
my hips, eating out my center like he's just been introduced to his favorite
meal. He sucks and licks at me right until he catches every last drop and my
hips still, exhausted, sweaty and sated.
I claw at my hair, panting wildly. He
looks up and smiles, sucking my outer lips one more time as he comes up my
body.
"You like watching." He smirks
wickedly at this knowledge. "Good to know."
He chuckles huskily, fanning his breath
over my tits. My nipples pucker instantly. He groans sucking the sweaty base of
my breast all the way to the tip.
His dog tags drag along my open slit as
he continues his journey up my body, leaning over the table until we're face to
face. I shudder. He kisses the corners of my mouth slipping his arms around my
back, lifting me up.
"C'mon." He picks me up. I
lock my ankles around his hips as he walks us across the floor and up the
stairs.
I bury my head into the crook of his
neck, enjoying the zing of his body against mine. Even the covered parts thrill
me. The delicious way his jeans move against my ankles with each step makes me
smile.
Moonlight seeps into his room as he
lowers me to the bed. I watch the soft light dance off his sweating muscles as
he straightens up.
He grasps the top of my hands stilling
their roaming of his abdomen. Leaning down and kissing my neck he slips them
down to his jeans silently telling me to undo them while he grabs something out
his headboard. Lost in his essence, I give into my brazenness and rub my hands
lower, feeling the rough texture of his jeans over his hard, straining length.
"Muthafuck!" He growls like a
tortured lion, looking from the gold foil to me, conflicted.
"Piccola— Baby, how long are you on
the pill?"
"A while." I answer stunned,
unbuttoning his jeans with unsteady fingers.
He looks thrilled. I want to laugh at
the expression he's wearing.
"Thank fuck!" He drops the
foil and climbs up my body making me lay on the bed as he sucks my pulse point.
I can already picture the reddening of the flesh.
"How'd you—" I try and ask but
it's drowned out by the loud moan I elicit when he dips a finger into my wet
core. My hands dig into his jeans, scratching the gorgeous hard V. The zipper
pulls down inch by inch.
"I was in your room." He
reminds me stroking my clit as I work his pants open. "They were on your
nightstand."
I scratch my fingers along his muscles
pushing the material until the gorgeous length of him springs free. I gasp low
and drink in everything about this moment, the most important one of my life,
burning it into my memory.
"Muthafuck!" He clenches his
teeth when my timid hands wrap around him and he has to pull his hand away to
brace his arms on either side of my head before he crushes me.
He's warm and smooth and hard, thick
muscle. He's so long, too thick, he’ll never fit in me. I wrap my other hand
around him trying to cover as much of the thick girth as I can, brazenly
stroking him from the base to the head.
He mutters cusses under his breath, his
eyes shut tight, the veins along his forehead protruding fiercely from
concentration.
"You'll give me you too right
Shadow?" My voice betrays my vulnerability. "After this. You'll be
mine too?"
His eyes fly open, searching my face
with severity. "I'm already yours Bella."
He kicks off his jeans and hovers over
me. Movies aside, I've never actually seen a guy naked in my life. Fight Club
doesn't stand a chance against him. My mind races off to the first day he
approached me at that garage in the pouring rain. He's gorgeous.
Every single part of him. Sweaty,
dark and mysterious, covered in rippling muscle with the most chiseled, deathly
beautiful face and a killer smirk. And he's all mine.
He places his hand over mine, guiding my
movements. I slide my palm down the long, thick pulsing vein of his length
staring mesmerized as he throbs and twitches. There's a bead of wetness at the
tip. I move my hands away from his. My thumb covers his swollen head spreading
it softly, experimentally, between my palm and his dick. His muscles tense and
his hand flies to the side of my head in a tight fist to steady himself.
"Fffuck!" He half groans half
growls. Even in the dim lighting I can see the fire burning in his eyes.
I look back to where I'm stroking him
harder and I don't realize he's watching me until I look back to his face. The
intensity of his eyes even in the moonlit room makes my breathing shudder.
His dog tags hang from his neck resting
warm over my heart. He moves my hands away from his cock. "Spread your
legs Bella."
I swallow. Seeing it he dips down to
kiss me. It's burning and passionate.
"I got you Bella." He catches
my fear in his steel dangerous hold, killing it swiftly and ruthlessly. My
gangster. "Open them for me." He repeats in a lower octave against my
lips. I lick them, licking his in the process. I feel him smirk as my legs pull
apart to accommodate him, my knees bending and resting at his sides as he
settles himself at my core.
"Good girl. Just like that.
Relax." He slips his cock to where he wants it without hesitation.
My toes curl into the satin of his
golden sheets. He runs the glorious head of his dick along my lips pushing them
open for him possessively. His warm, huge shaft slides between the folds in
teasing strokes, brushing my clit forcefully, making me want this impossibly
more than I already do.
My hips buck into him in response. A
long moan escapes me as more and more scorching wetness pours out my entrance
for him. He loves it. Coating himself until he's slick and covered in my
juices. He kisses between my breasts, right over my heart whispering 'fuck'
over and over reverently. My hands fist into his hair pulling him to me.
"No one fucking touches you.
Ever." He demands with malice.
My breathing catches and I nod
vigorously. I want to beg him to touch me. My hips lift, rubbing against his
length in desperation. I want him inside me. The growing burn is getting out of
control.
"Bella I—" He kisses me hard,
his tongue shoving into my mouth.
I fist my hands tightly in his hair
meeting his urgency. "Please-" I gasp into his mouth when I feel him
right at my entrance. There are tears burning the corner of my eyes. I need
something so badly and he won't give it to me.
He's suddenly wanton, something in him snapping like he has no control over it.
"Ask again Bella." His voice is impossibly low. He bites my lip, sucking it into his mouth, teasing my hole with the head of his dick and pulling back when I moan. "Beg."
My voice is as desperate as my body is. "Please Edward. I need you so, so, so bad. It's aching
Edward."
"Fuck!" He growls seriously. "I'm gonna hurt you Isabella." He places his cock against my wet entrance, perched to enter. "But I'll make it go away." He swears. Then he pushes his head in with a thrust. The swollen head breaks my barrier. He cusses loud and stills himself before he slams in like he wants to. "Muthafucking! Hell!" The strain in his voice from holding back is lost to me.
It doesn't feel magical like the fucking movies. My legs lock around him. It hurts. It hurts so bad. There's a sharp pinching sensation that screams for whatever thick muthafucking protrusion that is spearing me to be removed, NOW!
Above me, he's completely still. His sharp breaths are the only evidence of the effort he's exerting to stop himself from moving. As far as he's pushed in, his length is stretching me, snuggled against my too tight walls.
"Bella, breathe. You gotta relax baby." He says softly, a whisper in the dark.
My heart is pounding for two very conflicting reasons now. One screams, fucker's stabbing me, must annihilate. The other says, how many people do you think would hold themselves back to make sure you're okay?
I listen to that one with natural trust because that one reminds, me why my virginity had to go to this gang leader. It's my Edward.
I inhale slowly through my mouth, opening my eyes and watching him watch me with a depthless torrent of emotions. He feels it too, me trying to relax my muscles and he pushes in more. I wince and concentrate on breathing.
Inch by huge glorious inch he sheathes his cock in me stretching my walls to their limits. Tears leak out the corner of my eyes. He sucks them into his mouth, kissing me hard, brushing away the wrinkles on my forehead with the hand braced above my head while dipping his other one down to where we're joined and stroking my glistening clit in fast, hard circles. It sends a thrill of primordial pleasure through my body.
"Relax Bella." He rubs the wet flesh again intentionally exciting me, forcing my body to do as he says. He pushes in more. My eyes darken, lust and pain fight for dominance.
"We're almost there." He rolls my clit, parting my lips further with two fingers and using his third to stroke me in my own wetness like I'm a good kitten. He pushes in with a hard thrust. I scream into his mouth when I feel all of him tearing at me but in the end lust wins.
"Home." He whispers with concentration etched on his strained beautiful face when he's completely sheathed in me. "Adesso sei mia. (You're mine now)"
~.~.~D&D chap11 cont~.~.~
Kat this is still my favorite chapter from my alltimeever favorite fanfic! I'm so excited for the update! I love Shadow girlie!
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