The night of their wedding, when going through Rio. Bella looses Edward in the crowd. Unable to find her way. She calls the only other person apart from Charlie that she has memorised the number for.

Needless to say, Carlisle is furious for Edward leaving Bella stranded, yet again.

When he arrives, he's alone, the remainder of the Cullen's are out searching for Edward. What was suppose to be her wedding night, turns into something worse than her nightmares. When she asks something of Carlisle. Something that is not only tempting but will cause trouble in the whole family. Not counting what has already happened. Carlisle reluctantly agrees, giving her what she wanted. A night to remember and to become a vampire.

We exit the cab that was in the middle of the street, confused and slightly concerned by the turn of events. I pull my handbag closer to me, my shoes in the other hand as I follow Edward towards the sidewalk. I call after him, asking him where and what we were doing. He is only quiet, briefly turning back to me before grabbing the arm that I hold my shoes in. My feet bare, sore from the heels I wore for the wedding and the long flight over.

I mull over what the plane could be while chewing on my bottom lip. He still hasn't told me what we were doing here.

He pulls me closer to him, kissing me on my forehead before speaking "I have to grab something, stay here." He speaks loud enough over the music playing in the streets. I nod, turning towards the middle of some street performer, beating the drums as I feel Edwards cold fingers leave my skin. His presence leaving with him, I instantly feel lonely. Turning back, to see if I could spot him. I don't see him anywhere, I wipe around. "Where has he gotten to?" I mutter. Sighing, I turn back towards the performers. Clapping when others do.

Ten minutes go by, with no Edward in sight. Muttering to myself about feeling exposed out here in the city centre while Edward has gone off somewhere.

"Everything alright, miss?" A heavy accented women startled me from me looking around.

Stuttering, before a shaky nod to let her know I was perfectly fine.

The older lady murmurs something about keeping me company while I wait.

I pull my shoes on in the meantime as I wait for Edward to return. I look around, seeing a bench off to the side. I let the lady know that I am going to sit down while I wait.

I pull open my bag, it only had a few essentials. Mainly some snacks that Alice had seen the forefront on packing for me. Crinkling my nose, my phone wasn't in my bag. Which was strange, I swore I had it on the plane before turning it off.

I get to my feet, turning around in circles. There was no sight of Edward. I turn back to the lady; she was holding something for one of the street performers. "Did you by chance see the man I was with?" I ask, hoping beyond hoping that she had.

She gave me a look that was equal levels of pity and confusion. I repeat myself, mimicking his height and white skin. Her look turned more pitiful. "I'm afraid he's gone." A small, sad smile played her lips.

Ice shot down my spine, dread pulling in my stomach. "What-what do you mean?" My voice breaking. I'm looking around me, standing up on my tip toes, trying to make myself taller as I move around the area, I was in.

"He's gone miss." Her heavy accent lacing her words. "I see him leave when he kissed you." Her small smile was answer enough of the guilty look she had.

"And you didn't tell me when you first saw me?" My anger getting the better of me. Feeling more stranded and dread with each passing second.

"He looked like he was ready to bolt. I'm-I'm sorry miss." She tries to get closer to me. I back up. "Maybe there's someone you can call. She holds something out, that I don't immediately recognise. With a few moments, she grabs my hand before thrusting the object into my hand. I turn it over.

"Of course." It was a cell phone. I peer up to her, smiling but it was more of a grimace. "Can I call out," with her duh looking expression, I correct myself. "America." With that she understands, nods quickly before turning back to her task of holding a bag for the street performer.

With shaky fingers. I tap out half a number. One that I had memorised long ago. Deleting the number, mentally snaking my head, I couldn't call Charlie. He was against me getting back together with Edward, I didn't want to give him the reason to say I told you so.

My breathe hitches when I start typing with shaky fingers. I bring the phone to my ears, my breathe even shakier than I intended.

The ring was odd while I wait for the other person to answer. I counted the rings, not sure if the other person would answer an unknown number. It was either them or Charlie. I didn't know any other number off the top of my head.

I wasn't left too much longer waiting when the call connected. "Hello." His voice was like silk as he spoken. My breathe was taking over when he spoken again. "Hello, are you there?" His voice levels.

"Carlisle." My eyes start to water, sliding down one of my cheeks. I wipe it way quickly before I could hear a response.

"Bella?" His voice was laced with confusion. "Bella are you there?" Before I could respond, "are you okay?"

Sniffling, I wipe my eyes again, "I lost Edward." My voice betrayed my breathing. Breaking in the middle as I try to push on. "He left and I'm stuck in the centre of town."

The line was quiet. I look down at the screen, thinking that that the phone died, but it lite up to show me the call was still going. "Bella, what do you mean he's left?" His voice echoed a bit, as if he was in a smaller room.

"He left," I turned towards the lady to ask how long I have been here. I didn't have to answer, it was just over an hour. I heard a sharp gasp.

"It's okay Bella." It wasn't. "Imma send coordinates to the hotel I want you in," there was a pause. "You're on a cell phone that you can use right?" He asks.

I confirm with him. "Okay, I'm sending you them now. Tell me when you get them." There's a slight growl to his words that I haven't heard before. "I'm coming Bella." That broke me from my shaky breathing. "When you get to the hotel, stay inside. I will be arriving. No one else is allowed with." There was an edge to his voice. I wasn't completely sure if he was speaking to me or not.

I feel a buzz before I look down to the screen, telling Carlisle that I am checking the notification. It was some hotel that from what I could see was a mile down the way. Putting the phone to my ear. "Thank you, Carlisle." I sniffle before repeating myself.

"Of course, Bella." The growl had receded and there was a softness as he spoke. "Now," his voice turning commanding. "See if you can write down the information before deleting it. I want you to call me once you get inside the hotel room. You hear me?" He asked.

"Yes Carlisle." He asked me to repeat what he asked, I repeat it.

"Good, I'll talk to you soon." I smile at his response, hanging up the phone. I look inside my bag to see if I could find anything to write with. I move over the older lady to see if she did. She hands a scrap piece of paper with a pen. Jotting down the information, before deleting the information and giving the lady back her phone.

I thanked her, for all her kindness before I take off to the hotel. It wasn't as long as a walk than I thought, there was a few up-hill trots that I could manage.

I pull my ID out of my bag, thanking everything that was holy that I still had that of all things. I pull the doors of the modest hotel open; it was cosy and on the higher scale than I would have suspected but it was the Cullen family.

Without much fan fill, I was able to check in and head up to the room that Carlisle booked for me in under ten minutes. Closing the door, I lean against it. Thanking the sturdiness since I was ready to collapse on the ground. I remove my shoes, letting them slide underneath the luggage table. Moving through to the room, it was a simple one with a king size bed. The sheets were white and crisp, clean after a day I had. I wanted nothing more than to snuggle up in the warmth of the comforter.

Sighing, I moved to the table just beyond the bed that housed the phone. Sitting in the rolling chair, I take the phone of the receiver. It was an older phone, that had must have seen better days. I dial Carlisle number. It rang three times before he answered. It sounds like he was distracted, "Bella? Did you make it to the hotel safely?" He asked, concern laced his words.

"Yeah, check in was smooth too. No issues." He hummed, "are you coming?" I asked, unsure of the plan.

He acknowledged my question with another hum. "I am on the plane now." There was a shuffle before I hear what sounded like a door shut. "I should be there in a few hours."

"Is anyone else coming?" Guilt erupted in my veins, fury that I was once again the cause of issue in their family.

"Yes. Well, Esme decided to stay for any commotion in town. With Jake and all." He was quiet a moment. I grunted, of course he would say something if I didn't come home when we told everyone we would. "Alice, Jasper, Rose and Emmett are on the plane with me."

"Oh gosh." I wasn't able to finish my statement before he cut me off.

"They are here to help find Edward. They won't be at the hotel where you are." I look up into the room. "I wasn't sure if you were ready to see them."

Chewing on my lip, "are you coming?" I ask. "To… To the hotel, I mean."

Chuckling, "I am. I don't want you alone while they are out looking for him."

I look around again, not exactly sure why. "I'm alone now."

Huffing before he spoke, "not that I like that, but I am almost there." I smile at that. Trying to cover my smile with the phone that I have in my hand, failing miserably. "Are the doors locked? What about the windows?" He asked after a few moments of being quiet.

I tell him that the door was lock but unsure of the window. He tells me to set the phone down to double check all locks on the rooms before I could come back to the phone. "You know I am pretty safe with the doors locked, you know?"

He chuckled, it was warm and smooth like honey. "Could never be too safe. Especially being alone in a place that you have never been and are by yourself."

I murmur my thanks, not really liking being reminded that I was alone on my wedding night.

"My apologies, Bella. Why don't you go take a shower and then relax after a long day, watch some tv before I get there?" He asked, he was quieter. More intimate than had before.

"Alright, Mr. Bossy pants." I chuckle at that, earning a laugh in turn. "I need a shower. I'll see you when you get here." I spoke softly. Not breaking the intimate moment. He whispers his goodbyes before we hang up the call.

I shower quickly, enjoying the warmth while I am under the spray. Slipping from the bathroom, to remember that I don't have anything apart from the dress I left to party with. Drying off as much as I can, I slide inside the bed. Relishing in the feel of the sheets against my skin as I settle in. Snagging the remote from the side table, turning on before flipping through to a show that I can turn the sound just above a whisper to lull me to sleep…

I wake breathing heavily from a nightmare that I thought were behind me, sadly I was mistaken when I grab at my chest. Feeling around beside me, I look to the tv. It was playing some commercial that I wasn't sure that it was advertising for fish food or some tool that they use to catch it. Grounding myself, before flopping back down on the bed. My hair fanning out around me, my hand resting on my chest while I grip my forehead.

I was awoken again, not by nightmares but by a cold hand resting on my shoulder. I was laying face down, the sheet just above my lower back. Luckily covering my sensitive parts. Grunting out, I shove my face into the pillow, roughly rubbing it before turning to the other occupant in the room. He had a smile on his face, it was soft and tender. "Hey there." My voice raspy from sleep. "You made it." I pull the sheet up, the comforter long gone. Turning while try to keep my bits covered.

His smile didn't waver, he lifted enough for me to pull the sheet up to cover myself before he taken back his spot. His hand going back to his lap. I missed the contact already. "I did." He had a small smile. "Everyone else sends their best regards."

I give him a sidelong glance. Of course, everyone knew what was going on. "I would give them the same, you know, if they were here." He had the nerve to look sheepish. I put him out of his misery. "I understand the reason, thank you for thinking of me." He looked back up to me. His gaze locking with my own. I noticed his eyes were darkening. Happens if it has been a while since he has eaten. I wasn't sure if that was true since they had gone hunting before the wedding. "What's going to happen when you find Edward?" Carlisle looked down, breaking the eye contact before looking away.

"Well, I don't know." His hand reached up to scratch at the back of his neck. The gesture I had only seen when he was uncertain in a situation. "I mean, depends on if you want to see him."

"I want a divorce." My voice harsh. Carlisle snapped his head up to mine. Pulling my legs up to my chest, I caught Carlisle glancing down. He grabbed some more of the sheet to cover me some more. "I forgave him for leaving me last time, and it damn near broke me." I settled my gaze on a spot that was right where Carlise sat. My feet sliding a bit from where I had them stowed, I push them a bit. Sliding them under the edge of Carlisle. He just moved closer to me, my feet sliding under to the tops of my feet. His had his body turned towards me, leaning slightly on one hand, his other resting beside my legs. Even though I was in nothing but this sheet, I felt more comfortable in Carlisle's presence than I had when laying with Edward in bed. I look back at Carlisle, he was watching me. "I don't want to go through that again. I can't forgive him again for that."

Carlisle looked hesitant, his fingers twitching. "What if something had happened to him? Would you forgive him then?" His fingers contacted my ankle, sliding up and down – bringing comfort. A half smile spread on my lips. He continued; it was slow but sent shivers down my spine.

"I don't know if I could." I watched his fingers slide against the sheet, against my ankle. "I would have died for him." Sighing, "but I can't keep getting hurt like this every time I turn around." I looked up, Carlisle was still watching his fingers. I look back down. "What would have happened if that lady wasn't the one that had stayed with me? I probably would have been taken to some sex trafficking ring. Or something." I huffed out.

"Don't say that." My eyebrows scrunch together.

"Then what?" I asked.

He was quiet, for a long while. I relished in the comfort of air that we were in. His fingers started up again after stopping when he spoke. "Would you really divorce him?" I look up to him. "Well, an annulment."

I nodded at his question. I leaned my head on my knees, sighing deeply. Feeling on the verge of tears again. I feel the bed move, with Carlisle moving closer to me. Shushing me, a soothing sound. His hand sliding up my leg before bringing it to wrap around me. The hand that he had been leaning on. The other closes around me to rub circles along my back.

"It's okay Bella." His chin was resting against my temple. Continuing his soothing sounds.

"I was really liking being part of the family." My breath hitching, cursing at being on the verge of crying again. "Now. I won't be." There were tears now, unable to stop them.

He pulled back, cupping my cheeks. Sliding his thumbs against my tears. Mopping them up in the process. Rubbing his thumbs along my cheek before leaning his head in. Resting his forehead against mine. Sending a calming wave over me. "You are still apart of the family even if you're not married to Edward." I was getting ready to counter that when he spoke up again. "And before you say anything, the family had already spoken about you being turned. It had come down to me if Edward wasn't able to turn you."

I was speechless. Unable to form words. I stared back at him. He, as in Carlisle was going to turn me. Something that Edward was too afraid in doing. Leveraging me into marriage in order to consider being turned. The one thing that I had never thought I would ever do. That or children. "And there is no ultimatum?"

Carlisle looked confused now. He looked like he was going to ask a question before he stopped, leaning back. His hands sliding down to rest on my knee. The other just beside my leg. "He did that?" He asked, finally able to break away from himself.

"Kind of?" Feeling shy all of a sudden. "Said that the only way he would have sex with me or even plan on turning me is if I married him." This had Carlisle leaning further back. It was almost comical if it wasn't real life that I was living.

Pressing his lips together, his eyes narrowing in confusion. A scene I probably would have laughed at, but I stayed silent. "I thought…" He stopped, looking to the side. If he were human, I would have thought he was blushing. "I thought you both… when we all went hunting. The time you both stayed at the house."

It had taken some time to get that out. A smirk played on my lips. "Uh no, I uh. Tried." I looked back, embarrassed, I scratch where my hairline met my temple. "That was came about it." Carlisle taken my response in good graces.

"His loss." He spoke, barely audible. That I thought I would have missed when his eyes met mine. "So, you both never?" He asked, seeming to try to find something. What, I wasn't sure.

"Nope." I pop the P for emphasise. "Haven't had the whole special night." I spread my hands out to showcase all that was around me. Carlisle looked around before he turned back to me, his eyes the size of saucers.

"You mean, never?" He sagged back, almost in defeat.

Trying and failing to raise one eyebrow, "you make it sound like I was the party child when growing up before moving here to Forks." I respond, a slight laugh in my response.

He lifted his hands in surrender. "I just thought."

"What?" Curiously.

"That you had spent your special night with someone." He lowered his head. "Someone special."

They were quiet, Bella wasn't sure what to say. If anything at all. She didn't have much time growing up, not even time to have a boy. Let alone having the fancy for anyone. Edward was the first boy that had come to anything close to romantic that I had. No wonder I stuck around for the heartache and still went back when I saved him from the Volturi.

"You're special." I broke the silence. Not daring to look up to meet his gaze. "I mean, you're special to me."

"Bella." I still didn't dare to lift my gaze to meet his. He grabbed my chin between his finger and thumb to meet his eyes. "I am not exactly sure what you're asking here."

I wasn't sure what I was asking for here. If I was asking anything at all. I taken his features in. Breathing deeply, his cologne breaking through, sending shivers down my body. He watched me, I could feel the heat spreading through me at the attention he had on me.

"Would you…" Looking down, it was hard since he still had my chin in his grasp. Meeting his eyes again. "Spend this night and make it special?" I finished asking.

He only looked at me. It was quiet, the only noise was the tv that played softly in the background. He released my chin. Turning, resting his forearms on his knees. Scrunching my eyebrows together in confusion. When my question registered in my mind, my eyes going wide. I couldn't believe what I asked. Gathering the sheet to cover myself. I threw myself forward, grabbing Carlisle arm. "I have no idea why I asked that of you." Stammering over my words. "I mean you're with Esme. And I haven't, you know, separate from Edward. I'm sorry." Carlisle was quiet, he didn't look upset by my outburst, with asking him to bed me. I taken that as a win.

Before I could celebrate any further with him not just leaving, he stands up from the bed. Strolling a few steps, cross to the windows. I didn't realise that they were open, casting in the moon light. I wasn't even sure on the time of night at this point. He closed the curtains. A little roughly. Slipping from his shoes while he finished. I thought he had already done that.

He turned back towards me. There was something in his expression that I didn't catch. Leaning back, sitting on my legs. The sheet pulled on my front. My back exposed behind me. I watched Carlisle. Who seemed to be staring back at me. "Tell me again." He spoke evenly, it was barely above a whisper. Slightly confused he spoke again. "That I'm special."

Making an 'o' sound, before I turned more towards him. Catching his eyes. His hands rested at his side, twitching as if he wanted to move them. "Carlisle," I breathed his name. "You're special to me."

As if the words washed over him, he leaned his head back, eyes closed. Like he was feeling like ecstasy, a moan broke from his lips. "Again." He lifted his head. His hands going to the top button of his shirt. He had a button-down, his tie slanted to the side as if he was pulling at it through his flight. Pulling it from his neck, he untucked his shirt from his trousers. I watch the movement, my gaze piercing. He undressed slowly. His movements measured, as he watched me back.

I tell him again that he was special to me. Murmuring more little nothings as he removed his trousers. Them sliding down his thighs, that had heat pooling in my centre. Embarrassment spread on my cheeks, and I felt the wetness slide down my own thighs.

Carlisle, still lowering his trousers, a slow torture. Inhaled deeply, freezing before his heated gaze snapped to mine. "You're already wet for me." Stepping out of his pant. "And I haven't even touched you yet."

Gripping the sheet tightly, sliding it between my thighs, to cover myself. Failing utterly. The sheet showing more skin now, that Carlisle taken in greedily.

Gripping the sheet to the point of my fingers turning whiter. I reached out for Carlisle. Wanting to feel his skin, needing to feel his skin under my fingertips. He came automatically, sauntering closer in just his boxers. They were form fitting, that left little to the imagination. His erection pronoun and standing at attention.

Moaning in anticipation, Carlisle stiffened. His hands grabbing mine before placing them on his chest. The sheet dropping down as I slid my hands down his skin. I was soft, perfect. Cold to the touch, that shot electricity down to my core. A fresh wave of wetness pooling. I hear another intake of breath and know that Carlisle could smell my arousal.

"Take these off." I command him. Tugging at the elastic hem of them. Wanting them to be on the ground with the rest of his clothes. He done so immediately, his thumbs dipping under the band before lowering his boxers. Bending over, shielding himself from me, his face lining up against mine. His eyes flicking downwards as he dropped his remainder of clothing.

Lightening speed, and I am lying on my back. My ankles in Carlisle's hands, with him kneels on the ground. My bottom is at the edge of the bed. Inhaling my scent in deeply, I was dripping. My legs widening, spreading for him. My eyes closing, feeling exposed. Carlisle was murmuring something that I wasn't able to comprehend.

Nipping up my leg, feeling the coolness in the wake of his lips pressing against my sensitive flesh. My breath hitching at the little bites he was making up my inner thighs. "You smell wonderful, Isabella." I didn't even care that he had used my true name if he kept doing what he was doing. Kept doing that with his tongue. "And taste even better."

My breathe ragged already and his hasn't even touched me in my most intimate spot. "Carlisle." I breathed out, it was broken, utterly broke. As if I had gurgled rocks. "Please." I felt a warm breath over my folds. Moaning out, wanting more, needing more.

"Please what Isabella?" He asked, a cockiness to the tone of his voice. That bastard was enjoying himself. Well, someone had to. I whimpered.

"Please," I whimpered again, unable to control the sounds I was making. "Touch me."

He chuckled. Actually chuckled. That fucker. "I am." Proving his point, he licked up my thigh, nipping at the end.

"Carlisle," I growled. "I need your tongue." And that's what I got. But not where I needed. No where near where I needed it. Sucking on my soft spots, before tonguing it. Bits of cold spots made my skin break out into goosebumps. "Please," I begged.

Carlisle seemed to take pity on me. He made his way, slowly, I might add. Licking, sucking, and nipping towards my core. A shiver slammed through my body when I felt his tongue slide up my lips towards my clit. A loud moan slipped through my teeth that I had clamped down on my lower lip. "Not that I don't like the scene in front of me, Isabella." I peaked up to hm. "But I do enjoy those little noises you are making. Please don't deprive me of those." He said before diving right back in, his tongue doing sinful things that was send me closer to a puddling mess.

When his fingers slid along the side of my core, a noise that I had no idea I could make erupted. Causing Carlisle to mimic the movement, my body shaking. His tongue still doing dirty things to my core, that I was seeing stars under my eye lids. His fingers tracing circles against my hole. Sliding down the skin just behind that send a new sensation through me. He traced back to my hole.

I was gripping the sheet so hard that it was causing my fingers to go numb. I tried to loosen my grip, failing utterly. I shouted when he started to suck on my clit. His tongue swirling, and fingers circling my entrance.

I was thrown of the edge unexpectedly when Carlisle slides his finger inside me. Fireworks erupted behind my eye lids, my body spasming down to my toes, a warm sensation spreading over me.

He slid his finger out of me when I started coming back to the present. A light chuckle, "welcome back." I peaked up, he was wiping his mouth, the wetness had been coated down his chin. He met my gaze, not breaking eye contact. He lowered his hand, I could see the wetness spread along his fingers, gripping his shaft. Stroking himself as he coated himself in my juices.

A choking sound came from my throat as I watched him. His length jutting out in front of him. He released himself, his hands rest at his sides as I take in his whole body. It was utterly perfect, not as lean as Edward had been. But built, not as jacked as Emmett. There was a softness in his body that called to me. For my fingers to glid against.

I looked back to meet his gaze; his expression was on the verge of being embarrassed himself. The person that had just had his mouth on my most sensitive place. Causing sounds that no one else has ever had heard. I lifted my hands, in a 'come here' gesture. He came instantly, kneeling on the bed, hovering above me. Climbing over me, I scurry back so we're in the middle of the bed, giving more room for him.

He kisses his way up my body, leaving open mouth kisses in their wake. Lathering attention to spots that caused the most noise. He moved his body against mine, pressed against mine as he makes his way up my body. I grip his shoulders, arching into his kisses. Into his awaiting body.

He stops, covering my nipple as he lavishes it with bites and licks that send shivers down to my core. Releasing it before attacking the other, leaving a bruise on the side of my breast, right next to my nipple. He continues his track up my neck. I lift my chin, giving him more room. My hands slide up his shoulder, one gripping into his hair. Sliding through the soft strands. The other gripping tightly onto his back.

A nervous wave spread throughs me when he lowers himself closer to my core. I can feel him resting against my entrance. His hips rocking against me, I move along with him. Pulling him closer to me, wanting more friction to spread along my cores, shock waves spread through me.

He lifts his head, his eyes were completely black, from arousal. A bliss in his expression like right after a hunt, but better. His eyes were speaking to me, more than words had been. I nodded. He searched my face, before lowering his face to mind. I met him in the middle, pulling him closer to me by the back of his head. Crashing my lips to his. A passionate kiss that spread through me, warming my skin up. His tongue skimming along my lips, asking for permission. I gave it up willingly. Tasking myself on his tongue. I growled. Unsure where that had come from.

One of his arms was resting beside me, holding himself up. The other was sliding up my body, down my stomach to my core. Spreading my lips, I was still soaking from his ministrations. He grunted out. Breaking the kiss, he lowered his head to my neck. Sucking a bruise into my skin, sliding a finger inside me. I arched up, meeting him in his thrust inside me. He moaned out. "I haven't even been inside you and I already know you feel amazing." He slides another finger along my lips before adding it inside me. My legs spread further for him, accommodating the width of his hips. He growled at that. "Isabella," his voice was strained.

My fingers tightened into his hair, pulling him back to me as I press my lips to his. He responded quickly. Matching me as he sped the thrust of his fingers, spreading them a bit before he slid a third finger inside me. I grunted into the kiss. "Please," I begged. "I need you."

He growled, it was inhuman. "Isabella, if you keep begging me like that." He breathes deeply, as if he was trying to control himself. "This will be over before I can slide inside this perfect pussy." His words filthy, that sends a fresh wave of wetness. "That's it, your perfect pussy is wet, only for me." He kissed me deeply. "Tell me."

Moaning at the thrust of his fingers, "Only for you." I grunted when he nips my collar bone. "My pussy is only for you." Lost in the nibbling and his finger.

He withdraws quickly, leaving me empty. I look down, only to see him gripping the base of his erection. "Fuck, Isabella." He slides his fingers along his shaft. Coating himself. He looked up to me, meeting my eyes. A wave of concern spreads over his face. "Are you sure?" He asks.

I smile at him, bring my hand that I had gripping his hair to cup his cheek. Pulling him in to give him a peck on the lips before I respond. "Yes." I kiss him again, "Carlisle I want you to be the special person to have my first." Meaning it in more ways than one.

If I didn't know any better, I would say that Carlisle was on the verge of tears. He nodded, leaning back in. His lips covering mine. Warmth spread through me. I could feel him at my entrance, his finger just below his erection. Sliding up and down my lips before I can feel him pushing in. Pain shot through me; I freeze. Carlisle stops instantly. He kisses my cheek, leaning closer to my ear, "breath Isabella." I struggle for a moment, before I take a deep breath in. "Good." He starts to move, sliding more inside me. I feel the painful stretch. Knowing fully well that it would hurt worse if he hadn't taken the time to prepare me as much as he has. "That's it, breathe for me." I do as I am told. "Good girl." Now that sent a wave of heat through me. Carlisle lifts his head to meet my eyes. "You like that, don't you?" I nod, he responds with his own nod. Lowering back to my ear.

He slides further inside; it is a slow stretch. I pull him in, my fingers digging into his skin. Most likely able to break skin. He breathes with me, mimicking so I can follow him. More exaggerate than he should. Which he doesn't need to breath to begin with. I slide my hand up to the back of his neck, wanting him to kiss me some more and to continue to move.

He is full sheathed, resting against my thighs. He watched me, my fingers slide down. Resting just above his heart. Playing with the skin, it was pale white that does wonderful things to my insides. I met his eyes again, there was a question in them. He was patient as I grow accustomed to the wonderful stretch of him inside me. I nod, wanting him to move, feel him slide inside me.

Carlisle pulls out, almost all the way out before he slides back in. A moan escaping him, his head dropping to my chest. "Isabella." He moans out. I lift my legs, giving him more room to move. "You're so tight." He says between gritted teeth. He starts up a rhythm, it was slow and deep. Delicious as a warmth spread through me with each thrust. His free hand slides up and down my side, sliding down my leg. Gripping under my knee, pulling it up to wrap around his back. I follow, hooking my leg on his hip. His hand moving along my skin, up my leg, curling behind me. Holding me as he thrusts deeply, I call out, my hand shooting to the wall above me. Preventing me from moving up anymore, giving more leverage as I grip the sheets in a death grip, wanting more leverage to meet Carlisle thrusts.

Carlisle speeds up. There are murmurs coming from him that were hard to make out at first. They come clearer the more he speaks. "Wanted you… For so long… I can't believe I have you…" He spoke between kissing my neck. Alternating between English and Italian. My skin heated. His grip tightens on me, his arm wraps around my back, his other still gripping tightly to my hip. His movements not slowing. Speeding up further, a deliciously spreading through. "Mine… Your beautiful pussy is all mine." He growled, slamming into me now. His voice hitched himself.

I lift my hips, one foot firmly on the bed. Reaching, reaching the tight bundle of nerves coming close. "Don't… Stop." Carlisle doesn't, he continues his bruising pace. Holding me to him, my clit sliding against his skin with each slide of hips.

I could see his climax in close grasp, I speed up. Matching his rough thrust, the tight bundle of nerves spreading over me as it erupts. Pleasure spreads over me, a shockwave that causes me to still. I feel it all over my body – better than the best stretch after a night's rest.

Carlisle grunts loudly, burying his head into my chest as he stills. His hold on me tightens even more, my breath hitches on the verge of painful when he releases himself inside me. Warmth coating me from the inside. It washes over me in tidewaters.

It was a few minutes before we came back to ourselves. Carlisle releases his grip that was boarder line a death grip. He apologises, before he slides out of me. Rolling to my side, he pulls me closer to him. Wrapping his arms around me. I peer up to him and was met with nothing but compassion and love that sent me over the edge with joy. Tears sprang to my eyes where he immediately brought his hands up to catch them. Rubbing circles into my back while spreading warmth along my cheek. Concern was wrapped in his eyes as he looked back at me. I nuzzle back into him.

"Don't leave." I say, it wasn't a question but a polite demand.

He lifted his hand to my hair. Pulling me closer to him, holding me so close than when he was inside of me. "Never, Isabella."

I woke slowly, a low moan erupted from my lips. Gripping the sheets tightly in my hands, "Carlisle." I breathed out. His fingers sliding along my folds, his tongue doing sinful circles around my clit. Sucking lightly, as I arch into his waiting mouth. It built and built, his fingers speeding up faster. Finding the little bundle of nerves inside me, "right there." I moaned out.

He continued his torturous rhythm that sends me over the edge within a few minutes. I would be embarrassed if I didn't see my juices on his smiling face when he lifts his head from where he was between my legs. "G'Morning Isabella." He spoke, wiping his mouth.

"Morning," I said statedly. "Need help there?" I motion to where his straining cock was resting against the mattress. A smirk played along his lips, leaning back on one of his elbows.

He leans back further, pulling his arms behind his head as he rests them against my bended leg. The other one of my leg across his chest. "I would be more than happy to see that pretty pussy stretched around me again, but I would assume you're sore from last night." The smirk still graced his lips.

Tapping my foot against him. Shrugging, "I wouldn't say that. Your fingers felt amazing when they were just inside me." I smirk back, not backing down from the challenge.

"You say that now, but if my cock was stretching your pussy right now." He groaned, leaning back his head. His eyes closing. "Even though I would be a very happy man, you need some rest from that." Lifting his head back up, his eyes on fire. Burning into me.

Quirking an eyebrow, "but not rest from you eating me?"

He shrugs, stretching further out on the bed. Seeming more content with his position, his erection bobbing up to rest against his stomach. I eye it, saliva pooling in my mouth at the sight of it. I chew on my lip, catching Carlisle eye. He had a huge grin on his lips. "You can have a taste, if you like." He suggested, and I didn't want anything more in my life than just that.

"You have to get off my legs for that to happen." He looked put out at that. But that didn't deter him from me wanting a taste. Apparently, that outweighing him being comfortable in bed.

He moves, still stretched out with his hands behind his head. Pulled up for him to see his straining erection but laying straight on the bed. His head at the foot, if I thought of it, it looked like we were about to do a position called 69 that I wasn't unopposed to.

I moved gingerly, knowing fully well of his eyes on me. I lean up on my knees, pulling my hair to the side. I lean over, taking a leaf out of his book as I kiss up each leg while moving up his body. His eyes were burning a hole into my head with each inch that I move. My hands gripping his cold skin, I moan at the sensation. His body speaking a thousand things to me, his gasps encouraging me on as I work my way to his centre.

I peek up to him, "Tell me…" I pull some more hair behind my ear. "I've never done this before."

"Oh Bella," he breathed, it was breathy and sent shivers down my spine. He untangled one of his hands to cup my cheek in the palm of his hand – leaning more into it, kissing it quickly. Nodding, before I lowered myself to his eager cock, it was utterly beautiful. Red at the tip, that was on the boarder of being purple, straining as it bobbed. His hand guided me, his fingers slipping into my hair, pulling the strands to get it out of my face.

I internally thank him, humming my approval. His other hand comes down, gripping himself at the base. Sliding his tip along my lips as I wet them. Tasting the saltiness that coated the tip. I lick it up greedily. Soft sounds gurgled in Carlisle's chest, spurring me on. "That's it, that's my good girl." A fresh wave of heat flows through me. "Even though I can smell that sweet scent, you're much to sore for my cock right now." He says, and I instantly know that he could smell my arousal. He knows how much this is affecting me. "Start out with the tip, swirl your tongue around it." I do as he says, he gasps out. "That's it, my beautiful Isabella." I continue swirling my tongue, closing my lips around his tip. He grunts out, his hips lifting slightly before he backs off. "Suck a bit harder," he guides me through. "Like that. Slide down more, take me in between those beautiful lips." I continue sucking, sliding down his shaft as I grip his thighs. The hard muscle between my fingers does things to me that I can't even explain.

He slides his hand up and down my back in a calming manner, goose bumps across my skin.

"Can you go down more?" He asks, I peek up to him. Taking the challenge head on, I slide down further as I bob on his cock. Sucking him in, tasting his musky scent that had my mouth watering even more. His hand behind my head, gripping my hair in an almost painful grip. A question in his expression. My eyes rove over his face and his body, nodding my approval. He only taken a moment before both his hands grip the side of my face.

My hands slide around his hips, gripping his cheeks to pull him in. He moved his hips experimentally as I continue to bob my head, sucking him down further. He curses. "I'm going to start moving Isabella." He said through grunts. "Slap my side if you need me to stop." He tells me and pride spreads through my chest as he gives me a way out if needed. I nod, still sucking. "Fuck." His fingers spreading through my hair, the strands tangling.

He starts moving in earnest. His hips finding a speed that was boarder lining choking me. I squeeze his hips, pulling him in. I swirl my tongue as my head gets lifted, the tip between my lips. "Fuck, just like that." I peek up to watch Carlisle, his eyes on me as I suck him down to the root. Only slightly choking on the downward sweep. He grunts, his head falling back onto the bed, "I won't last long if you continue to torture me with those eyes of yours." He lifts his head again, burning gaze penetrating mine. I am more than half tempted to slide my hands between my thighs. Clenching my thighs together as more wetness slips down my legs.

His noise's raise, his grip tighter, moving my head up and down. Scorching hot wetness pools in my centre and I can take it no longer, my skin itchy with wanting to be touched. My hand releases, the grip was hurtful, skin prickling as my nails unlatch from his hip. With much ease as I could muster, I slide my fingers between my legs. Against my folds, shivers erupted through my body, my eye lids spasm as they shut when I slide a finger inside my core. It's not enough but it feels absolutely delicious.

Carlisle curses, causing me to open my eyes. He was staring straight at me as he grips my head. I moan, vibrations spread through him as he moans out. Pulling me up roughly, "Isabella," he warns but I ignore his protests. Continue to swallow him down to the root. He stills, heat fills my mouth. I swallow, greedily sucking and licking up what spills out of my mouth. A growl breaks the gasps of the room. It was low, that sounds as if it came deep in Carlisle's chest.

My hand stills, a finger still inside me, his cock still between my lips. Half hard, slowly softening. I lick up the residue cum that I missed. He shrinks back, over sensitive. Kissing the tip, removing me fingers from my core as I lift to my knees. Watching his reaction as I move on top of him. Lowing my hips to rest above his spent cock. It twitches in interest. The growl continues, it's a low vibration in his chest that is nothing like the one from the night before. That one had been angry, protective as he told me he wanted me safe in a hotel room while he flies half – way across the world to come find me.

His hands run along my knees, up my thighs to rest on my hips. It was instinctual, as if we had done this a thousand times. I rest above him, my core just above him as I rest my hips against his. "Insatiable." He insists when I rotate my hips against his. My hands slide down my body, over my breast and stomach. Stopping momentarily just above my pelvic bone, my fingers swirling in a dance that match my hips. His fingers tightening, gripping my hips in a vice grip. Enough to cause bruising, that sent another wave of shivers through me.

I raise my hands again, roving over my body, teasing him with my touch. My hands sliding up into my hair, gripping the strands, tugging lightly before they come to rest on Carlisle's chest. Electricity runs through my finger's tips, a gasp escaping my lips. Lowering my head, feeling the building pressure grow in my belly. "Take your pleasure, Isabella." He gasp's, fingers on the right side of painful. "Use my body," his head rolling backward, his eyes scrunch close. "Use me, however you see fit." He moaned again. His words were broken gasps.

His erection's taking interest, half hard. I want him inside me again. I want to be connected to him, feel him pulse inside me when he takes his own pleasure from me.

I lift my hips again; Carlisle lifts his head to watch me. His mouth opening, I could only assume in protest. I grip his growing erection in my hand, sliding my own wetness that had slide out while I rucked against him. "Bell, you're sore." I shake my head, lining him up to my entrance.

An exasperated gasp escapes me, feeling the stretch, his tip breaching me. I curse out, Carlisle raises, one of his hands sliding up to my shoulder. His fingers sliding over my skin, I slide up and down, working himself inside me. I can feel his cock growing inside me, filling me up fully.

He meets the fingers he has on my shoulders with his lips. Kissing along my shoulder as I sink down fully on him. Resting flush against his own hips. A moan works its way up through my throat, it catches when he rotates his hips causing my mind to go white. "Carlisle." He rotates his hips again, continuing the torture that he for damn sure knows is sending me closer to the edge. I meet him, sliding up and down on him. He grunts and gasp. It spurs me further and further, wanting both of our releases.

His hands roam my body, coming to rest back on my hips when he lays back down on the bed. "Take me with you." He whispers, barely audible, I heard all the same as if he spoken in my ear. I nod, resting my hands back on his chest, relishing in the feeling of his cold hard chest under my fingers. Both of his chest and his cock inside me. I splay my fingers flat, feeling them roaming over the extensive span. I lift my hips experimentally, rotating them like I had done when I first climbed on top of him. "Like that, Isabella." I start moving, he meets me in the middle, grunting, hot breath escapes me. Sweet pools, spreading down my forehead and back. Our bodies slick from the slickness, causing a wonderful glide against each other that warms in my belly.

"I'm close." I panted between broken breaths.

Heat pools in my lower belly, building, building, threating to pull me under. And if Carlisle joins me, I willingly surrender over to the abyss seizing over me. I look back up to meet Carlisle eyes, they were dark, the pupils taking over the colours of his eyes. He only nods. His hands gripping me tighter as he helps raising me up, joining in on the rhythm I have set.

I was thrown over the chasm, over the deep end as the darkness takes me with it. Warmth spread over me, inside me very core. Screaming out, my mouth hanging open, my eyes sewn tightly together as I let my orgasm spread through me, washing away everything I deem worthy in life. And this was it.

I was brought back slowly, not wanting the warm buzzing on my skin to stop. My eyes open only to slits. Catching Carlisle's, he smiles up to me. On the edge of orgasmic pleasure himself. His own breath ragged as my own.

He lifts his hand up, skirting over my sensitive skin. Sliding over sweat, up my arm, through my hair before landing on my cheek. Pulling me lightly towards him, I go willingly, needing to stay connected to him as long as I can without him sliding out of me. He kisses me tenderly, softly, with all that I was feeling inside me, ready to explode through my own chest. My heart burning, as well as all of the bones in my body.

He pulls back slowly, lifting me up with an arm around my body. His limp cock sliding out of me, causing me to wince. He freezes, concern lacing his features. "I hurt you." He spoke, settling me back against his body, me still straddling his hips.

I shake my head, tucking a loose stranded of hair behind my ear. Enjoying the dull ache in my core, I can still feel him inside me. A fresh drop of his come slides out of me, I grimace. Looking down at the mess we made, "we need a shower." Chuckling when I meet his eyes again.