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Trust Me	By : MrsJasperHale Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 8599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N PLEASE READ hi guys this chapter contains a little bit of evilness on Edwards part so if the idea of rough-ish sex offends you then don't read on! Umm I will try and upload chapter 4 ASAP but i managed to get this chapter done in between shifts and two lunchbreaks at work (got some weird over-the-shoulder-looks from my boss for this so PLEASE REVIEW). So... yeah... I hope you like it because I sacrificed a lot (a sandwich or two) to bring you this work of fanfiction lol. So tell me what you think :)

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~ MrsJasperHale

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“Bella, I’ve missed you too much,” he smiled at me underneath him. I wasn’t in much of a mood for niceties, but I humoured him anyway.

“I’ve been going crazy, Edward. I ran into Jacob in the library today. He was pissing me off, as usual,” I replied, curling into his coolness. “Why was that hunt so quick?” I added, curious now.

“The elks, they... were... in... breeding... season... so... naturally... they all came down... to the lake... to mate,” he murmured, separating nearly every word with a kiss to my lips. My fingers tangled in his hair, trying to pull him closer to me. I was frustrated with the amount of control he was issuing. It was as if he was the only one who could kiss me.

I gave up and used my one weapon – I raised my hips and wrapped my legs around his waist. His arms were wrapped around me still, but I knew he was about to pull away. I knew that lying on top of me was more than he could usually take, and that was without me being wrapped around him. But I didn’t want him to. Not this time.

“Edward,” I whispered as he moved to roll off of me.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, almost concerned.
“Don’t stop tonight. I trust you, Edward. I – need you more than ever. Please, let’s just try once.”

“Bella - ” he started, and I knew that he didn’t want to leave me any more than I wanted him to.

“I know you think you’re going to kill me, but you’re going to make love to me some day, wouldn’t it be better if it was sooner rather than later?”

“You’re a soap bubble, Bella. You’re my delicate soap bubble and I am a pin. One wrong move and I could -”

“Kill me. I know. And I don’t care. I’d rather die tonight knowing what making love to you feels like then become a vampire and not be me when it happens. I trust you. Please,” I whispered softly in his ear. And then my legs clenched around his waist, pulling him tighter to me, and all thoughts were lost as his mouth descended on mine.
I arched my back, wanting to feel him – all of him – against me. It didn’t take much pleading on my behalf before he was pressed up tightly against me. I could feel every line of his body - from the musculature of his chest to the rather noticeable erection grazing the inside of my thigh.

His kisses became less passionate and more urgent. His tongue was no longer gently sweeping against mine but plowing relentlessly into my mouth. His hands left my hair, trailing down my neck towards my tank top. It took me a reason before I noticed I was no longer wearing the 3 layers of thermal vests and wondered if he had kept a fistful of them in his hand when he had pushed me down onto the bed and therefore ripped them off.

My thoughts were brought back to the present abruptly when his hand that was resting on the top of my chest turned my favourite tank top into a white rag in seconds and I raised my head to argue, but his hand travelled up to my neck pushing me back down to the bed again. I was writhing helplessly underneath his cold body, impatient and curious.

My hands cautiously began unbuttoning his shirt, going slow in case he changed his mind. That seemed to be the opposite of what he intended on doing. He was urging me on, breathing harshly into my neck as my movements to reach his buttons caused his erection to grind up against my centre.

“Oh my God,” I murmured as he quite literally tore my bra – my favourite one, of course – off of my body and I heard the soft thud as it hit the wall. His lips left mine for a moment and I was seriously considering complaining until I felt them encase one of my nipples in his freezing cold mouth. This was heaven. The temperature only made me want it more as he circled my nipple with his tongue and nipped at it with his teeth while tweaking the opposite one with his icy fingers. My hands were frantic, ripping open the rest of his shirt and groaning as this caused him to bite down a little too much. It would have hurt if I wasn’t already so turned on.

He released my nipple from his mouth, as he began the rocking motions of sex. My legs had slipped down to his hips as he grinded against me, both of us moaning in unison.

“Take them off!” I moaned, my fingers grasping the bed sheets. He obediently slipped my shorts off my legs, throwing them over his shoulder before his fingers trailed down my body to the one place I wanted them.

“Yesssssssss,” I sighed as his fingers disappeared inside my panties. He began with slow stroking motions, not sure of what to do, but my moaning urged him on and he slipped two of his fingers into me with ease, commencing with slow thrusting motions as his thumb found placement on my clitoris, slowly massaging it in time with the thrusts of his fingers. He was taking his time, because he had all the time in the world. I didn’t, however. I started raising my hips to his hand, trying to get him to increase the speed at which he pleasured me.

He did speed up, his fingers becoming what must look like a blur now as he used his vampire speed to twist his fingers around and curl them in a “come here” motion. I felt his fingertips hitting my g-spot and let loose a wail that I was sure would wake Charlie. But at this point I couldn’t give a damn if Aro himself appeared right next to the bed.

“Yes! Please, Edward... oh GOD! D-don’t stop, just... just...,” my words cut off as my back arched impossibly as I climaxed. I heard him chuckle smugly before pinning me back to the bed as I was groaning what could have been a string of quite insulting words if they were not used for the same reason.

I let my hands travel lower as I caught my breath, finding his belt and yanking it open. He was quick to shake off his pants resume his previous position on top of me. Although we both had our underwear on, the feel of his erection pressed enticingly into the apex of my thighs made me sigh not so much with pleasure but with relief. He fit so perfectly between my thighs. It was as if we were made for each other.
I wanted to touch him, and my hands trailed eagerly downwards, but his harsh intake of breath stopped me inches from my prize.

“Bella, don’t. It’ll be too much,” he groaned softly, apologetically. And then his hands travelled back up to wind under my shoulders and he adjusted himself between my thighs so that he was in the right position. I raised my hips, anxious, and I heard him sigh in amusement at my eagerness.

“Patience, beautiful,” he breathed in my ear. And then, without further hesitation, he thrust into me. At first I felt pain. Not much at all, I was expecting much worse for a first time. It was a dull pain that turned quickly into a throbbing while my body adjusted to him. I was suddenly glad that I hadn’t touched him before this moment because I felt that if I had I would have chickened out. It felt huge. That was an understatement. It felt like I was being split in two but in a strangely pleasurable way. I wondered if I was sick in the head for a moment before deciding that this was no moment to be thinking. Period.

His head was buried in my shoulder, and I could feel his cold harsh breathing against my heated skin. He suddenly pulled out, before slamming back in to the hilt causing my head to rise off the pillow and my hands grasp at his cold marble shoulders. He felt too good inside me. He repeated the movement, a little harder this time, and I let loose a strangled whine as he hit my g-spot again and again as he continued thrusting into me.

“Oh God, Edward! Yes... do it harder, FUCK ME HARDER!” I cried, locking my legs behind his waist once more to push him further into me. He froze, and I wondered if it was because he had never heard me use the work ‘fuck’ before, let alone addressed to him. I pulled my face back from his shoulder to glance at his face – to urge him on – and my heart stopped. Because the face that I was looking into was not the same as my Edwards familiar face. This face was infuriated, wild, and made me cringe as he leant down towards me.

"Don't. Say. A. Word." he growled in my ear. And with those four words I was suddenly frightened. My Edward wouldn't have said this. He would have been gentle and whispered something in my ear that made me arch towards him, not shrink away. I tried to speak but his hand on my throat prevented any sound from being made. I wanted to trust him, to let him love me in any way he wanted - but I didn't want him like this. He was not right in the head at the moment. He was not being gentle with me. He was not holding me against him, he was not speaking beyond those four words and he was not touching me like he should be.

His hands were rough and they hurt as they grazed the sensitive skin of my now exposed stomach as he began to pump in and out of me relentlessly. His lips descended to mine once more and I let out a silent cry but his hand was over my mouth. He wasn't going to let me make a sound. My arms automatically strained to cross over my chest, to protect myself, but my wrists were clamped in his vise-like grip and pinned into the pillows above my head. If I was helpless before, I was doomed now. But I didn’t give up the struggle. I was wriggling all I could, trying in vain to push him off of me. My eyes were closed this whole time, maybe to stop myself from seeing the face of the one man I loved with all my heart as he planned his next moves. The second I did open them, I screamed into his hand once more. His eyes weren’t the golden-brown of a just-fed vampire but the dark black eyes of a vampire that was hungry. For my blood.

“Shh, Bella, be quiet!” he scolded as he took in my expression. His voice soothed me a little. Maybe it was because I was praying that he had regained his composure, that he had realised what he’d done. But I was wrong. He still had the manic glint in his eyes that made me instantly wish I would be better off dead then to endure whatever it was he might do to me. I heard Charlies footsteps downstairs.

“Dad!” I shrieked but the sound came out as a muffled cry against Edward’s stone hands. I couldn’t breathe now. His weight was pressing down on every inch of my body, my chest heaving to suck in sufficient air to breathe let alone cry for help.

“Bella! Be calm. I can’t bear to hear you scream.” The voice that was once the sweetest I had known growled in my ear at a tone so low and husky I was reminded of another voice. James’ voice - telling me to ask Edward to avenge me as he leant over me with a twisted smile on his face, before breaking my leg as easily as snapping a stick.

The voice repulsed me.

His hand then clamped itself under my chin, forcing my head up at an angle where I was staring into his eyes. The fiery black pits were as cold as the rest of him.

“I’m sorry Bella. I can’t help myself. I’m so sorry,” he groaned as his thrusting picked up pace (if that was possible).
His lips descended to my neck, licking and nibbling, but not biting. Now that my hands were free I moved them to his chest, pushing weakly at him.

“Edward, please don’t do this,” I whispered into his shoulder as his kisses ceased.

“Why not, Bella? You’re always telling me you want this. It’s my turn now,” and his voice had transformed into that twisted tone once more. He let go of me, resting his hands on either side of me as he began pounding into me with incredible speed. And incredible force. I didn’t have the guts to shriek in case he clamped his hand over my mouth again.

His thrusting became more forceful, almost as if he was trying to disappear completely inside of me. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore, they were numb from being bent at this odd angle. ‘Will he kill me?’ the thought flew through my mind as I glared at his face suspended above mine. ‘He certainly looks like he could,’ one voice in my head said while the other tutted ‘Why Bella, he loves you. He’s sorry. He won’t kill you.’, I was finding it hard to trust either voice.

He began grunting into my shoulder. It almost sounded like he was swearing but in his vampiric language because I couldn’t understand a word. I couldn’t understand anything, really at that moment. I had hardly even faced the fact yet that the one man I had trusted with my life had finally done what he’d been afraid of. He had lost control with me. I let out a soft cry now, too frightened to do anything much louder than that as the pain became too much to bear in silence. It felt like I was being stabbed with a knife each time he ploughed into me with enough force that I was cracking my head against the wall behind my bed as he took me mercilessly.

I had to try.

“Ed-ward p-please s-top! P-please. I l-love y-ou!” I wasn’t sure if my stuttering was because my head was being bashed against the wall or because I was crying. Tears were running down my face now, and one ran off of my cheek landing on his hand which was next to my head. He stopped. It was like he suddenly froze in time again. I barely had time to blink away my tears so that I could see clearly before I noticed that he was glaring at that single teardrop on the back of his hand. He was staring at it as if it had the ability to jump off of his hand and massacre him with ease. And then he looked – slowly – away from that droplet of moisture and into my eyes. They were red-rimmed and watery and his thumb came up to brush away another tear under my eye. I winced, expecting him to hurt me. He saw this expression and for a moment looked curious before his face broke down.

His voice was shaking when he said my name.

“Bella, Bella... what have I done?” he said so quietly it was almost to himself. Then he glanced down at himself and saw the way his fingers had left dark marks on my thighs, how I was bleeding onto the sheets – onto him, and how there was bits of loose plaster in my hair.

“FUCK!” he suddenly shouted. I jolted underneath him in fear and this obviously reminded him that he was still buried inside me. His eyes were smouldering in what could only be self-loathing, and I was worried for him. Within two seconds he was at the end of the bed pulling on his jeans and whispering to himself.

“Edward. Edward. Edward!” I finally cried. I had caught sight of the amount of blood that had stained the sheets and retched.

“I’m leaving. Italy. Volturi. Death.” He was speaking in keywords because I know that was all he was capable of doing.

“Don’t you dare leave, Edward Cullen!” I demanded, angry as hell that he was even considering deserting me. I knew that I didn’t want him here with me at the moment, but I didn’t want him to go and kill himself.
He stared at me as if he had only just noticed I was in the room.

“Bella. I can’t do this. Look at you! I’m a monster, Bella. I’m not going to live through this,” he growled as he shrugged on his shirt. I tried to cover up the bloodstains with the sheets but he caught sight of them.

“Did I do that?” he asked in a strained voice, gesturing to the stain with a pained expression on his face.
I barely nodded and he was at my side. I knew that he was too afraid to touch me, but that still wouldn’t overtake his need to benefit my wellbeing at my time of need.

“Edward don’t go. You’ll only make it worse,” I pleaded as he stood hesitantly at the side of my bed, eyeing the stain wearily as if he wasn’t entirely sure of what to do about it.

“How can I make it worse? I just – raped you – and you think that by me leaving it will make it worse?” he spat, disgusted with himself.

“Don't say that! You didn’t mean to. It was nobody’s fault-”

“It’s MY fault, Bella. I’ve bruised you, I’ve made you bleed. I was looking down at your face and I couldn’t stop myself from treating you like a ragdoll! You can’t trust me anymore, Bella! I’ve deceived you. You can’t love me for this. I’m sorry. You deserve someone who wouldn’t do this to you,” and before I could argue with him, before I could wrap my arms around his torso and not let go until he promised to stay, he was gone.

And once again I was alone.

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