Dark Places
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 05
"My beautiful Isabella. You have made me truly happy for the first time in my existence. I love you down to the very depths of my soul. You are what I now exist for. You and our son or daughter."
She laughed in quiet joy as he leaned down, kissing her stomach as he caressed it with gentle fingers. "I can't wait until our baby is bigger. You will be so lovely growing round with our child."
She rolled her eyes and laughed. "I'll look like I swallowed a beach ball."
He smirked at her and kissed her. "Yes, but it will be the loveliest beach ball in the history of beach balls."
She slapped his shoulder lightly.
"By the way, what is a beach ball?"
He laughed as she threw herself back on the pillows. "You don't even know what a beach ball is. How can you say whether I'll be lovely as one or not?"
He draped himself half-way on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulder as he mumbled against her skin.
"Because anything associated with you will be lovely."
She shot him a skeptical look. "You won't be saying that when I'm all big and fat."
"You will not be big and fat. You will be beautifully rounded with my child. There is a difference and I can't wait to see you that way."
She brought his face up to meet hers and kissed him, softly and slowly. "You are such a dangerous charmer. I could get lost in you."
He smirked. "I would love to get lost in you again, my love." He ground himself against her to
demonstrate and she smiled wickedly.
"Only if you promise me a proper fucking my Lord. Nothing slow and sweet this time."
He sat up and moved her so that she was on her knees, holding the headboard. He nuzzled her neck from behind and whispered, "Don't let go my love."
She moaned at just the sound of his velvet-smooth, accented voice in her ear. It quickly turned into a gasp however, as he filled her in one smooth thrust. He set up a punishing pace that had her crying out and tossing her head back, but she didn't let go of that headboard. She didn't dare.
She did push back, arching her back and taking every bit that he gave her, as hard as he would give it.
She glanced over to the side and spied their reflection in a mirror, the sight of him, his sleekly muscled and powerful body fucking her... owning her so completely, bringing her to the brink rapidly
She nearly lost her hold on the headboard as an all-consuming orgasm gripped her and she cried out as he continued his deep thrusts, his arms circling her body as he pulled her against him, holding her there as she pulsed and gripped his cock.
He growled and buried his face in her neck and silken tresses as his completion finally took him.
They both stilled, his arms around her, holding her close as he whispered to her, "Was that to your liking my love?"
"Hmmm", she wiggled her bottom against him, a wicked smirk on her lips. "It'll do for now my Lord."
He withdrew from her, laughing quietly at her pout. "You are insatiable my sweet Isabella."
She fell into the fluffy pillows, arms above her head as she stared at him with heat still in her gaze and a smile on her lips. "I blame you. Remember? I was just an innocent girl until you got through with me."
He rose from the bed, wrapping a silk robe around himself. "I do indeed remember. How could I forget?
You were exquisite then and you're even more so now."
He poured a glass of blood and added wine, mixing the two. "Would you like some my love?"
She purred. "Yes, please."
He had noticed with interest how she had been taking on more vampire-like characteristics, and he wondered how far these developments would go during the pregnancy.
He needed to get Carlisle here soon to take charge of her care, but he worried how she would take that news. There was no help for it though, as he was the only doctor who knew the secret. They could bring in another doctor, certainly, but then he or she would have to be killed or turned after the baby was born. That was an option though if she absolutely refused to have Carlisle as her doctor. They needed to talk, soon.
He mixed her beverage and took it to her and listened to her purr as she sipped it with closed eyes.
He sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard. "Isabella my love, we need to discuss your care."
She furrowed her brow. "My care?"
"Yes cara, you need a doctor to ensure your health and that of the baby."
She looked away with a frown. "I suppose you're going to suggest Carlisle." She looked back at him and he sighed.
"Not if you're completely against it, however keep in mind that any other doctor will be here against their will, and will have to be killed or turned after the birth."
Bella stared down at the glass in her hands, guilt piercing her. Could she really cost a productive member of society their life just because she couldn't get over a childish grudge? And besides, if things hadn't happened the way they had, she wouldn't have met the love of her life, so really, she should be grateful. She sighed and looked back up at her mate. "Call Carlisle. I'll go with him if he's willing."
He leaned over and kissed her. "Thank you cara. It really is the best option, and he's one of the very best, not to mention my good friend. I trust him with you and our child."
She nodded and finished her drink, rising from the bed to go to the restroom. Aro sat back and had just finished his drink when a distressed cry sounded from the restroom. He ran in only to see her standing there, tears streaming down her cheeks and a small pool of blood on the floor beneath her.
"Call Carlisle, please."
"My beautiful Isabella. You have made me truly happy for the first time in my existence. I love you down to the very depths of my soul. You are what I now exist for. You and our son or daughter."
She laughed in quiet joy as he leaned down, kissing her stomach as he caressed it with gentle fingers. "I can't wait until our baby is bigger. You will be so lovely growing round with our child."
She rolled her eyes and laughed. "I'll look like I swallowed a beach ball."
He smirked at her and kissed her. "Yes, but it will be the loveliest beach ball in the history of beach balls."
She slapped his shoulder lightly.
"By the way, what is a beach ball?"
He laughed as she threw herself back on the pillows. "You don't even know what a beach ball is. How can you say whether I'll be lovely as one or not?"
He draped himself half-way on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulder as he mumbled against her skin.
"Because anything associated with you will be lovely."
She shot him a skeptical look. "You won't be saying that when I'm all big and fat."
"You will not be big and fat. You will be beautifully rounded with my child. There is a difference and I can't wait to see you that way."
She brought his face up to meet hers and kissed him, softly and slowly. "You are such a dangerous charmer. I could get lost in you."
He smirked. "I would love to get lost in you again, my love." He ground himself against her to
demonstrate and she smiled wickedly.
"Only if you promise me a proper fucking my Lord. Nothing slow and sweet this time."
He sat up and moved her so that she was on her knees, holding the headboard. He nuzzled her neck from behind and whispered, "Don't let go my love."
She moaned at just the sound of his velvet-smooth, accented voice in her ear. It quickly turned into a gasp however, as he filled her in one smooth thrust. He set up a punishing pace that had her crying out and tossing her head back, but she didn't let go of that headboard. She didn't dare.
She did push back, arching her back and taking every bit that he gave her, as hard as he would give it.
She glanced over to the side and spied their reflection in a mirror, the sight of him, his sleekly muscled and powerful body fucking her... owning her so completely, bringing her to the brink rapidly
She nearly lost her hold on the headboard as an all-consuming orgasm gripped her and she cried out as he continued his deep thrusts, his arms circling her body as he pulled her against him, holding her there as she pulsed and gripped his cock.
He growled and buried his face in her neck and silken tresses as his completion finally took him.
They both stilled, his arms around her, holding her close as he whispered to her, "Was that to your liking my love?"
"Hmmm", she wiggled her bottom against him, a wicked smirk on her lips. "It'll do for now my Lord."
He withdrew from her, laughing quietly at her pout. "You are insatiable my sweet Isabella."
She fell into the fluffy pillows, arms above her head as she stared at him with heat still in her gaze and a smile on her lips. "I blame you. Remember? I was just an innocent girl until you got through with me."
He rose from the bed, wrapping a silk robe around himself. "I do indeed remember. How could I forget?
You were exquisite then and you're even more so now."
He poured a glass of blood and added wine, mixing the two. "Would you like some my love?"
She purred. "Yes, please."
He had noticed with interest how she had been taking on more vampire-like characteristics, and he wondered how far these developments would go during the pregnancy.
He needed to get Carlisle here soon to take charge of her care, but he worried how she would take that news. There was no help for it though, as he was the only doctor who knew the secret. They could bring in another doctor, certainly, but then he or she would have to be killed or turned after the baby was born. That was an option though if she absolutely refused to have Carlisle as her doctor. They needed to talk, soon.
He mixed her beverage and took it to her and listened to her purr as she sipped it with closed eyes.
He sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard. "Isabella my love, we need to discuss your care."
She furrowed her brow. "My care?"
"Yes cara, you need a doctor to ensure your health and that of the baby."
She looked away with a frown. "I suppose you're going to suggest Carlisle." She looked back at him and he sighed.
"Not if you're completely against it, however keep in mind that any other doctor will be here against their will, and will have to be killed or turned after the birth."
Bella stared down at the glass in her hands, guilt piercing her. Could she really cost a productive member of society their life just because she couldn't get over a childish grudge? And besides, if things hadn't happened the way they had, she wouldn't have met the love of her life, so really, she should be grateful. She sighed and looked back up at her mate. "Call Carlisle. I'll go with him if he's willing."
He leaned over and kissed her. "Thank you cara. It really is the best option, and he's one of the very best, not to mention my good friend. I trust him with you and our child."
She nodded and finished her drink, rising from the bed to go to the restroom. Aro sat back and had just finished his drink when a distressed cry sounded from the restroom. He ran in only to see her standing there, tears streaming down her cheeks and a small pool of blood on the floor beneath her.
"Call Carlisle, please."
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