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Carlisle/Bella

Summary:

Carlisle is stitching Bella's arm after the paper-cut at her birthday party, things get spicy.....

"You know my father was a clergyman," he mused as he cleaned the table carefully, rubbing everything down with wet gauze, and then doing it again. The smell of alcohol burned in my nose. "He had a rather harsh view of the world, which I was already beginning to question before the time that I changed." Carlisle put all the dirty gauze and the glass slivers into an empty crystal bowl. I didn't understand what he was doing, even when he lit the match. Then he threw it onto the alcohol-soaked fibers, and the sudden blaze made me jump.

"Sorry," he apologized. "That ought to do it. So I didn't agree with my father's particular brand of faith. But never, in the nearly four hundred years now since I was born, have I ever seen anything to make me doubt whether God exists in some form or the other. Not even the reflection in the mirror."

I pretended to examine the dressing on my arm to hide my surprise at the direction our conversation had taken. Religion was the last thing I expected, all things considered. My own life was fairly devoid of belief. Charlie considered himself a Lutheran, because that's what his parents had been, but Sundays he worshipped by the river with a fishing pole in his hand. Renee tried out a church now and then, but, much like her brief affairs with tennis, pottery, yoga, and French classes, she moved on by the time I was aware of her newest fad.

"I'm sure all this sounds a little bizarre, coming from a vampire."

He grinned and took my hand in his, knowing how their casual use of that word never failed to shock me. "But I'm hoping that there is still a point to this life, even for us. It's a long shot, I'll admit," he continued in an offhand voice staring at the lingering flames. "By all accounts, we're damned regardless. But I hope, maybe foolishly, that we'll get some measure of credit for trying."

"I don't think that's foolish," I whispered.

His eyes found mine at my admission while his thumb gently traced circles on the top of my hand. I hadn’t realised how close the two of us had become while he bandaged my arm.  

I couldn't imagine anyone, deity included, who wouldn't be impressed by Carlisle.

I felt his fingers slowly begin to trail up my arm until they finally came to rest at the nape of my neck, while his thumb continued the gentle strokes across my cheek.

He was beautiful.

I’d never really appreciated the sight of him. The bright gold of his eyes was the same as Edward’s, yet they were framed by thick, dark lashes making them pop against the rest of his fair features. He leaned his head in close to my neck, inhaling softly.

“You’re the very first one to agree with me,” he replied, his breath tickling my skin.

“I am?” I asked speculatively.

He pulled back slightly to hold my gaze again, but then his eyes flickered to my lips, darkening as they met mine once more. His lips were so close I was scared to breathe, afraid to break the moment.

“Yes,” he said letting his lips brush over mine.

I couldn’t resist any more. I inclined my head meeting his lips delicately. They were cold against my own, but the heat in his gaze chased away any discomfort.

The kiss was gentle at first, but it soon turned hungry as he squeezed my neck, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting down hard.

I gasped, tasting a drop of my own blood. Carlisle smirked and repositioned his thigh to be between my legs so that I straddled it while still perched on his desk. I arched my back allowing my clit to grind against him as his lips found mine once more. He pushed me back on the desk, causing multiple items to crash to the floor, before he was back pressed against me trailing kisses down my neck. His hand grabbed my leg, trailing higher up my thigh until he hitched my dress to my hip. That’s when I felt the hard length of him push against my throbbing clit, straining to get out.

I rolled my hips impatiently. Yet he pulled abruptly away.

I let out a little whine. I wanted him now!

“Not so fast,” he teased.

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, Carlisle ripped my dress clean down the middle faster than my eyes could see. It left me only in my black lacy thong, which didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Sprawled out in front of him, he eyed me hungrily, causing my nipples to peak in anticipation.

He let a single finger trace a lazy circle around each of them before continuing down, past my navel to my most sensitive spot, pausing when he felt the wetness there. His smile then was full of male arrogance.

“Please…” I moaned, “I need...”

“Need what?” Carlisle tormented me by slipping a single finger in my entrance.

“More.” I whispered.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you. What do you need?” he mocked.

“MORE!” I said, nearly yelling with my impatience.

He pinched one of my nipples in response, sending shock waves through me and continuing to do so while undoing the top button of his black slacks.

His cock finally sprung free.

My mouth nearly watered at the sight of his thick size already dripping with precum. Palming himself, he guided the tip over my clit sliding up and down in a slow but deliberate manner.

“Is this what you want?” he murmured in my ear.

The hand which was pinching my nipple moved to encircle my neck, lightly squeezing.

A whimper was my only response.

Carlisle let out a feral snarl, thrusting into me in one hard motion. I’ve never felt so full in my life. I clenched around him, trying to adjust to the sudden size, but just as soon as he was buried inside of me, he removed himself pausing for just a moment before slamming back into me forcing a cry from my mouth.

He squeezed my throat in response, cutting the blood flow to my head. My vision blurred, all I could focus on was Carlisle’s brutal pace and the building pressure between my thighs. He lifted one of my legs to rest on his shoulder allowing him to push even deeper, my eyes watered. But he didn’t slow down.

His fingers began rubbing slow circles over my clit.

“That’s a good girl,” he sighed, “Are you going to come for me?”

I climbed higher and higher, the pressure in my core becoming nearly unbearable while my tears spilled and ran down my cheeks.

He released the hand around my throat, and I exploded. My orgasm shattered through me. He took hold of both my legs, gripping my knees as he continued to pound into me, feeling my walls clench around him as I rode out the orgasm. Carlisle’s movements became erratic until he let out a roar of pleasure as he finally found release, collapsing on top of my naked chest.

My breaths were heavy, yet my heart began to slow. Carlisle lifted his head planting a soft kiss on my lips and then my forehead.

“Good girl,” he said softly, before he removed himself entirely, passed me a spare jacket and walked swiftly from the room, leaving me lying on the desk contemplating whether or not I’d be capable of walking myself.