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Seduction	By : sidhe712 Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 17962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 2-Temptation
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Seduction

A/N: Initially, I meant for this to be a one-shot, but I have thought of a brilliant continuation of the plotline. I will most likely write it regardless of whether or not anyone likes this story. I do, however, hope you like it. It is an upgrade from my previous writing, as I am much more experienced than when I was young ;) I tried to keep everyone as in-character as possible, although I made Bella a little bit bolder since we all know that any real woman would never have let a sexy vampire like Edward sleep next to her in her bed without a little action. Anyway, enjoy. Don't worry, there's no pressure demanding that you review, but don't flame, no one likes rude people :)

Oh, and FYI, I don't like to proof read so feel free to email me if you notice a grammatical or spelling error.

Edward and I sat at the kitchen table, his hand on my knee, as we did the mindless homework for our daily classes. I was content, Charlie was being more lenient toward Edward than I could have asked for. Perhaps I would have been happier with Edward's hands around my waist or in my hair, if I were close enough to taste his breath. But this would do for now.

Edward, however, seemed buzzing with barely hidden excitement. When I asked why, he just said it was nothing, but I could tell something was up. I knew he'd tell me when the time was right, so I didn't press the matter. Edward knew before I did, of course, that my father was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. I was the only one surprised by what he had to say.

“Edward, I'm going to have to ask you to go home.”

I stood up in protest, “Dad! It's barely eight!” I told him, but I noticed he was wearing his uniform.

“I'm sorry, Bella, but there's a problem down at La Push, and I need to leave immediately. I don't know when I will be back.” He told me, then looked at Edward and said sternly, “You will have to go home.”

If it were anyone but Edward, I would have protested further, told my father I did not want to be home alone, any excuse to keep him, but I knew Edward was not really leaving. Instead, I was excited, and I knew now why Edward had been unable to sit still. We were going to have unexpected extra Edward/Bella time, and I was not going to stand in the way of that. Edward was already standing, moving to pick up his jacket. “I understand, Chief Swan,” He took my hand and led me toward the front door, “Bella, I will see you tomorrow.” He gently kissed my cheek and smirked without Charlie seeing, then turned and said, “I hope you are able to resolve the problem at La Push quickly, Chief Swan. Goodnight.” He opened the door and left. My heart dropped when he wasn't near me, and I heard the engine of his Volvo start up. I knew he was just moving it, and he would be back soon, but I hated to see him go even for a minute.

“I'm sorry, Bella, but-”

“It's okay, Dad, I understand.” And I really did, no responsible father would willingly leave his daughter with a ridiculously handsome and charming boy like Edward.

Charlie sighed, “I have to get going. I don't know how long I will be out. Don't stay up worrying about me, though,” he said, with a forced laugh, “Keep the doors locked.” He added seriously as he opened the front door to leave.

“Don't worry about me dad, I'm tired anyway, I think I'll go to bed as soon as my homework is finished.” I smiled at him, and he half-heartedly smiled back before leaving.

I pressed my ear against the door, listening to his receding footsteps, the opening and closing of his door, and, finally, the purr of the cruiser as he pulled out of the drive. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath, so I released it.

I knew I had maybe five minutes before Edward returned after dropping off his car at the Cullen house. I ran upstairs to change into my pajamas and brush my teeth. As I was changing, I had an idea. I took off my underwear and threw it and my bra into the hamper with the rest of my clothes. I put on my lacy red and black bra and matching panties which my mother had bought me at Victoria Secret back in Phoenix. I thought it would look awkward on me, but as I looked in the mirror, it didn't seem so bad, and I doubted Edward would mind. I threw my pjs over this to hide the surprise I had in store for him.

No sooner had I covered myself with a t-shirt, there was a tap at my bedroom window. I hurried in to open it, but Edward had already beaten me to it and was sitting on my bed. “This is what you were excited about,” I said.

“Yes, I heard your father on the phone.” He said, smiling.

By “heard” I was sure he meant “mind-read” but I didn't need to ask. I moved to him cautiously, the only thing I could think about all day was kissing him, which I did now, gently. Edward had rules, one of which was that we could not get too physical. It presented a great risk that he might injure me, but it was a risk I was all too willing to take.

As usual, the kiss overwhelmed me, and I could not stop. He sat like a statue, and I leaned over him with my kiss. Without realizing what I was doing, I moved and straddled him. To my surprise, instead of pushing me away, he lifted me so I sat over him. We had not been this close before- not this intimately close. I felt the blood rush to my center and was instantly aroused. I was glad Edward could not read my thoughts because I could not get them out of the gutter. Oddly, Edward felt extra cold beneath me; he also felt extra hard.

I nearly stopped breathing when I realized what I was doing to him. But he did not stop me as I continued to kiss him, weaving away from his mouth and carefully down his neck. Cautiously, I moved my fingers to the base of his shirt. I lifted it slowly, my hand slinking underneath it, feeling his rock solid figure shiver. He let out a breathy moan, which I took as encouragement. Everything about him was colder than usual, and I knew it was not just that I was hotter than usual. Later, I remembered that his blood was cold rather than warm, so of course arousal had an opposing temperature change for him than for me. I lifted his shirt higher, exploring and admiring his muscles with my fingers. I grazed his nipples, realizing with shock that one of them was pierced. He didn't look like the type, but I suppose he had live though the 80's. I felt suddenly bold and tugged at his shirt until he pulled it off in one motion.

He fell backwards, carrying me down on top of him. My legs dangled awkwardly off the bed, but I did not noticed. Instead, I explored his naked chest, relishing the beauty of it. I fooled with his nipple ring and kissed down his neck, then down his chest, and finally so that I could kiss and nibble gently on the ring I had been playing with. Without warning, he let out a vicious growl and flipped me over so I was below him. I was shocked, excited, and a little scared by his sudden dominative behavior. Mostly, I was very, very wet.

“Bella,” He whispered headily, “You are really getting us in trouble here,” He mumbled against my hair. He gently moved his hand along my stomach muscles, which contracted under his icy touch. Instead of stopping and acting apologetic, I wrapped my arms around to his back and, with uncharacteristic boldness, slip my hand down to his buttocks, which I gave a little squeeze. I was not prepared for his reaction, which was to violently rip my shirt off- and I do mean rip, for I found it in pieces later. I was even less prepared for his reaction to my upper body, the only part of which was now covered by the bra, more lace than coverage. I felt him actually shudder as he moaned out, “Oh, Bella...” It must have been very difficult for him to control himself. I was certain the smell of my blood was getting to him, and exposing my skin was not helping. I wondered if he could control himself- but decided the risk was worth it. Even if he did bite me, I was sure he would stop before he killed me, and that would definitely cut down on the time I had to wait to be changed.

These thoughts flew quickly from my mind, however, as he began kissing down my neck, carefully, tenderly, though I could tell the restraint was nearly impossible for him to maintain. His hands swiftly moved upward, and suddenly he was groping me through my bra. I could feel his icy hands through the lace as he pinched my nipples hidden beneath it. He was being as gentle as he could, which was not particularly gentle, but I did not mind. It was driving me crazy. I felt a bizarre desire to be closer to his hardness, though I did not see how that was possible since we were pressed up against each other. Well, I could think of one way, but I knew he would stop before that happened.

As he probed me through the lace, I involuntarily pressed myself upward toward him. This prompted him to press his hips down on mine, holding me still and leaving his core dangerously close to mine. I clawed at his back, knowing it wouldn't hurt him, because what he was doing to my breast was fueling my fire. I moaned louder than I expected as he growled against my neck as his lips moved further down my body. He kissed the top of my breasts, peaking out above the lacy bra, and then in between them. I pressed my chest against his mouth, which was gentle and cold, making my nipples even more painfully hard. Without my knowledge, he had already undone the front clasp of the bra, which I shrugged off without effort. His hands cupped each breast, and his mouth moved to clasp onto my left nipple, erect and aching for him. I shivered down to my very core from the feeling. I could not stop my pelvis from bucking up slightly against him, exposing me even more to the hardness there. It made me moan uncontrollably. Without lifting his mouth from me, against my skin he told me, “Bella, try to behave. This isn't easy.” I did not miss the the deep growl coming from his throat as his teeth grazed my nipple. I knew it was hard for him not to break the skin. I resolved to control myself, prevent myself from making this so hard on him since I did not want him to stop.

This resolve, however, dissipated as he gently rocked against me; I could feel his hard and powerfully cold cock through his jeans. Uncontrollably, I rocked back against him and spread my legs wider. I knew I was soaking through my underwear. My hands slid from his back to his waist, and I hooked my thumb into his jeans. Slowly, hoping he might not notice, though I knew he would, my hands carefully moved toward the front. He lifted off me slightly, and I was scared he was going to stop, but then I realized he was granting me access to the button of his jeans, which I immediately undid and followed up by unzipping his pants. His lips were dragging back up my chest, up my neck toward my mouth. Before he had a chance to stop me, I began to push the pants off his body. Without a word, he slid out of them and abused my mouth with raw, powerful kiss. He then undid the tie to my pajama pants, and I slid them off silently. I wondered how far he would let me go. We'd already travelled well past the safety zone; the furthest he'd ever even gone with me was once, a week or so ago, he groped my breasts through my shirt. There were no defenses here, I was totally exposed excepting the black and red lace panties which were completely soaked with my juices.

Suddenly, almost predictably, Edward lifted himself off me, but not completely. I thought for sure he was going to stop, but instead, he was looking at me- admiring me. He throatily hissed, running his fingers through my hair, “Good god, Bella, where did you get this?” He said, indicating my barely-there panties, “Vampire-Seducers R Us?” I smiled, and he was already returning to his routine of kissing my neck, working back toward my breast which he was already pawing, before I could even open my mouth to reply. The response turned out to be a long, low moan which came from the deepest part of me as one of his hands moved swiftly to the lace of my underwear, and one finger slid against my thigh and underneath it. He did not go further, though my body encouraged him to. Instead, he ran his hand along the waist band, despite my gentle, urging bucking upward. Finally, his hand moved downward, over the panties, and he groped my center through them, “Bella,” He whispered, “You are so wet...”

Like he needed to tell me. I was surprised his cold hand did not cause the whole thing to freeze and turn to ice. Quicker than I had ever seen him move, his fingers moved under the lace and one icy finger found its way into me. I let out an audible gasp, “Oh Edward!” I said huskily, and I felt him smirk against me. The finger moved in and out of me, and all I could do was whisper his name intermittently with “Don't stop.” I was losing track of my body, I realized, as I noticed my hands were wandering, up and over his chest, his back, his hair, his waist. More importantly, I had lost track of him, and I came to the violent realization that his mouth was moving further and further south. He took his finger out from within me, which caused me to whimper unnecessarily as both his hands pulled at my underwear, slowly, carefully until the lacy panties were down. It must have been an effort for him to prevent himself from just ripping them off me. Quickly, his hands resumed their duty and were joined by his mouth which found its place on my nub. His tongue flipped against it, and I nearly fainted, yelling out his name instead. I could feel him smiling down there, and my fingers wound themselves in his hair. He made circles around my clit, beginning out achingly slow and getting faster. His finger slid in and out of me, I was enjoying the feeling when he suddenly added another finger, stretching my fragile walls. I had never even had anything inside me before, and it was strangely pleasant yet unbearable. He added a third finger, and his tongue flicked against my clit, driving me mad and suddenly off the edge, causing me to shake straight to my core.

I heard moaning long before I realized it was me, and I became aware of my fingers groping to get under his boxers. I was more than shocked when he shrugged them off, baring his hips and whole body to me. I gaped, for he was larger than I expected, and I was unsure that all of that would fit inside me- if he ever let me get that far. Before I knew it, He had flipped us back over so I was above him, and my hand was already working up and down his member cautiously. I looked up at his face, uncertain of what I should do next. I could not tell if his eyes were begging or asking permission, but he made a noise half way between a whimper and a hiss as I continued to feel him. I moved myself so my body was centered above him and put my weight on my hands and knees. My warmth was so, so close to his freezing cock, and I stared into his eyes, trusting him, but proceeding with caution. I wanted to tell him I would be careful, I would be controlled, even if he could not be, but I could not find my voice. Instead, I attempted to convey it through my eyes and formulated a plan that would allow us to try this. I hovered so I was over him, noting the surprise and- was that fear?-- in his eyes. I lowered myself just an inch, so the head of his cock was pressing gently against where I wanted it go.

“Bella,” He said, barely audible, like he wasn't breathing, “We...” He trailed off as I moved my body in slow circles, “We shouldn't...” he began again, and I pressed my finger to his lips to silence him.

“We'll be careful, and I'll go slow.” I said, realizing I was taking both the dominant position and the responsibility for anything that happened, “Just tell me if you think you're going to lose control... but only if you're certain.”

He looked torn between doing what was right- stopping now to prevent the risk of injury- or doing what felt good. Unfairly, I influenced the decision but moving down so the tip of his cock was just within me. He moaned deeply, like he had found nirvana, and nodded, giving me the silent okay.

I felt all my walls stretching with him inside me, and I was glad to be on top, choosing the speed because I knew from the look on his face that Edward would have no control. I took a moment to adjust before sliding down another inch onto his member. It was painful, but pleasant, and soon I start rocking against him, sliding up and down just the top two inches of his cock. He let out a low, husky purr. I prepared myself to move further onto him, but he stopped me. “Bella,” his voice was hoarse and shaky, “If you go any further...” I watched him carefully, did he not want to continue? I wondered faintly if I was in any danger, though it did not cause me concern. He cleared his throat, “If you go any further, there may be blood... and I don't know that I will be able to stop myself then.”

I looked at him curiously, blood? What could he possibly do to cause me to bleed? But then I remembered a few things about my anatomy, “Oh, you're afraid you will tear my hymen,” I acknowledged aloud.

He nodded and groaned as I thoughtlessly moved up his shaft, “I know I will. I can feel it. I'm right” he swallowed, “up against it. It's surprising I can be this...” I slid back again causing his voice to become choppy, “This far in.” I didn't know the hymen was something so easily felt, but I suppose he had hypersensitivity as a vampire.

“Are you certain there will be blood?” Not everyone bled when they lost their virginity, right?

“Very certain. Even the smallest...” I could tell he was trying to concentrate, but I wanted to enjoy him inside me while I could have him, so I continued to rock against him, “Even a drop could make me lose control.” I could tell from his face, however, that he didn't want to stop any more than I did.

“You don't think it's worth the risk?” It was more than worth it to me, although he would protest. I noted, however, that though he was much stronger than I was, I was still on top of him. If he wanted to stop me, he had plenty of chances. He was shaking his head, not trusting himself to speak, “Can't you just plug your nose?” I asked, smiling though I was seriously.

“Stop it, Bella, this is too risky.”

“You sucked the poison out of me when James...” I trailed off, I knew I didn't need to remind him any further.

“That was different, Bella, that was about saving you. This is...” He paused, “Different.”

Despite him, I pressed myself down further.

“Bella, don't”

He could have had control if he really wanted it, I knew, and I did not feel guilty about it. If I were really at that big of a risk, he would have made me stop. I pressed my finger to his lips again, “The only things I wanted to hear out of you for the rest of the night are moans,” I told him, preparing myself in case something bad did happen, “Ready?”

I could tell he was trying to look angry, but I could tell he didn't mean it. He wanted it as badly, if not more so, than I did. Finally, he just nodded and closed his eyes.

“Look at me, Edward.” I said to him, wanting him to concentrate on my face, remember it in case he did really lose control. He opened his eyes and focused on mine.

Without further warning, I dropped myself the rest of the way onto him. I knew vampires could not have heart attacks, but for a moment it looked as though he'd had one. From the look on his face, it would be impossible to tell if he were enduring a worse torture than that inflicted on him by Jane last year or if he were enjoying an indescribable pleasure. I, however, was unable to observe his face for long. I was enduring my own pain/pleasure. It hurt, but at the same time it was oddly comfortable. For me, it felt like I had finally found the exact place I was meant to be. It felt like a physical representative of my relationship with Edward- risky, dangerous, yet impossible to be without. It was all the pleasure in the world mixed with nearly half the pain in it.

Beneath me, Edward's expression calmed, “Are you... okay?” I asked, still impaled by him. He opened his eyes with an odd look of recognition on his face, as though he had forgotten I was there.

“I'm...” He moved, pushing further into me though I hadn't thought it possible, “I'm the best I've ever been. I can..” I could tell he was restraining himself, though his eyes were black. Despite this, I chose this moment to resume moving up and down him. “I can smell the blood, but...” He gulped, “I think I can do this.” His eyes were slowly returning to their normal color, and I could tell we had passed the worst of his bloodlust. Now I only had to worry about him accidently crushing my skull.

“Bella...” He moaned, “Just don't let me be on top, okay?” He began to thrust gently upward to match my rhythmic thrusts against him, “I don't know if I could handle that.”

I nodded and leaned backward, propping myself so I was kneeling over him, him thrusting up into me, and I supported myself by placing my hands on his knees. This was a whole new sensation as his cock touched me in a new way, and I could not stifle my reaction. Simultaneously, Edward reached his hand to where our bodies were joined and began to rub tiny circles against my clit. I screamed my joy nearly loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I shuddered as he pounded into me harder; I felt his restrain dissolving, but I liked the roughness of his touch. I leaned my body back over his chest; immediately he met this gesture by using his remaining hand to fondle my breast. I continued to meet him with every thrust, but I noticed he began to slow.

“Bella...” He half-whispered-half-moaned, and I looked down to answer him, “I'm afraid I'm hurting you.”

I shook my head, “It feels good. I will stop you if you start to hurt me, I promise.” And I was pleased to see that satisfied him because he began to move against me again. I leaned further down over him and began kissing up his neck to his ear lobe, on which I sucked and then chewed gently. He responded well to my little love-nibble by breathing out my name. Suddenly, I felt an unnatural needing within me. I needed him inside me- harder and faster. I picked up the pace and began slamming my body down upon him with force. He kept his icy finger on my clit, never stopping the circles only making the faster. My breath picked up, and I was breathing heavily against his ear.

“Say my name, Bella.”

I obeyed, letting out a soft, heated whisper. Soon, his name was the only thing I could say, and I did, getting louder and louder. Finally, I convulsed with as a wave of pleasure hit me and drained me of my strength. I felt him beneath me, releasing seconds later, and shivering the same way.

I collapsed atop him, and he did not protest. “Wow.” Was all I could think of to say, and he nodded in agreement, “Let's do this every night.” I said, kissing his neck as he fooled with my hair.

“In a soundproof room, perhaps.”
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