Smutshot Series
Title: Hauntingly Beautiful
Completed: 09-04-2022
Pairing: Bella/Carlisle
Location: Abandoned Victorian Home in Southern Pennsylvania
Word Count: 5224
Completed: 09-04-2022
Pairing: Bella/Carlisle
Location: Abandoned Victorian Home in Southern Pennsylvania
Word Count: 5224
Hauntingly Beautiful
The night was still. Unnaturally still. No crickets chirping, no owls hooting, no paws or hooves scampering on the dry leaves smattering the ground. That was always the way of it when I visited this place, and I came here often.
It started as a fascination for me… taking hauntingly beautiful photographs of abandoned places. Places others wouldn’t venture anywhere near, due to a sense of foreboding or unease, I loved exploring through the various lenses of my camera.
This place, this supposedly haunted Victorian house, was located on nearly 50 acres of forgotten land in southern Pennsylvania. It was supposed to be my 100th home… my biggest achievement yet. I was planning to publish a book with the histories of each place and their corresponding photos, but this home became something more.
It’s embarrassing to admit, but I had started dreaming of a man after my third visit here to photograph it. I had never been lucky in matters of the heart, so when I started having intimate dreams of a handsome man after my first trip into the actual house, I clung to them. I clung to the house and all its wonders.
It started as a fascination for me… taking hauntingly beautiful photographs of abandoned places. Places others wouldn’t venture anywhere near, due to a sense of foreboding or unease, I loved exploring through the various lenses of my camera.
This place, this supposedly haunted Victorian house, was located on nearly 50 acres of forgotten land in southern Pennsylvania. It was supposed to be my 100th home… my biggest achievement yet. I was planning to publish a book with the histories of each place and their corresponding photos, but this home became something more.
It’s embarrassing to admit, but I had started dreaming of a man after my third visit here to photograph it. I had never been lucky in matters of the heart, so when I started having intimate dreams of a handsome man after my first trip into the actual house, I clung to them. I clung to the house and all its wonders.
For over a month while I explored and photographed the interior of this once-grand Victorian home, I dreamed of him. Dreams which were so vivid and detailed, I often woke from them disappointed with my reality.
I was sad to say goodbye to my dream lover, but it was now time. I had been here for too long -nearly twice the length of time I had spent on any other project- just to hold onto those intimate dreams as long as possible, but it was time to truly face my solitary life again. I was a 24-year-old photographer who had no love life or any budding prospects of one. I couldn’t hold on to dreams that would never become reality.
Tonight would be my last night here, and I was determined to get the attic door open, in order to take my final photographs. It had been locked since my first visit to the home over a month ago. Though I tried picking the lock, prying the handle off, and even shoving at the door, nothing worked.
My intrigue about the attic grew as the month passed. Not being able to gain entry into the space only made my interest peak further. That’s why when I found a basket full of old skeleton keys in the little ‘odds and ends’ store in the tiny town nearby, I asked how much the owner wanted for the whole lot of them. The withered man behind the counter looked at me oddly, then said, “Nearly a hundred and twenty keys? I think, if you took them all, I could let the lot of them go for $60.”
Only 50 cents per key?
I eagerly pulled out my wallet, handing over the amount requested in cash. The old man shook his head as he transferred the keys a handful at a time into a bag, mumbling something about kids and their crazy crafts these days.
Armed with exactly 123 skeleton keys, each unique, I was ready to finally solve the mystery of the attic tonight. It was a last-ditch effort, since I refused to damage the house in any way, but I was hopeful one of them would work.
I stationed myself on the small landing at the top of the stairs a little after 10 pm, whispering to myself aloud that one of these keys was surely going to work. With my LED work light shining on the keyhole, I slowly slid the first key in, unsurprised when it wouldn’t turn at all.
One down, one hundred and twenty-two to go.
As each key was tried and dismissed, my hopes of gaining entry to the attic dwindled, and time seemed to move faster. I was sure there must be photos or old papers of some sort hidden behind this door, something to give me insight into my dream lover -the mysterious Carlisle Cullen- who I was sure was the owner of this home at some point. Unfortunately, by the time I reached the last key nearly 3 hours after I started, I was ready to cry.
A heartbroken sigh left my chest as the final key failed to turn the lock, knowing the mystery of the attic and its contents would remain that way, “I wish you would have trusted me with your secrets, grand old Victorian, but I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”
I packed all the keys back into the bag, returned it to my backpack, then slung it over my shoulder with another sigh. After grabbing my work light and descending both flights of stairs, I made my way out of the house. I turned when I reached the small front clearing, looking up to the dark attic windows before saying a final goodbye. “Farewell, Victorian… and farewell dream lover.”
I fell asleep rather quickly once I returned to the inn, but I was not prepared to find myself dreaming of Carlisle again.
Standing in front of the Victorian, the woods surrounding the abandoned house silent and still, I knew something was different. There was a small light flickering in the attic windows. I stood there, unmoving from shock for several moments before I felt it. The tell-tale cool touch of my mysterious lover, which always set my nerves alight, was a very welcome sensation.
Carlisle pressed his chest to my back, his tall form seeming to curl around mine. His hands glided from my hips to just below my breasts as his breath tickled the skin of my neck, his voice a choked whisper, “You are leaving me.”
I went to turn, but Carlisle held me in place, asking while his lips caressed my pulse point, “Have I not cared for and loved you, Isabella? Have I not given you immense pleasure this last month? Why must you leave me? Have you not come to love me?”
I let out a shaky breath, my stomach knotting in both anticipation and sadness, then whispered in reply as my fingers wove up into his silky hair, “You have… and I do… but I can’t live solely in my dreams. I would give anything for you to be real… for us to have a future. You aren’t real, though, and I can’t stay here any longer knowing that.”
With a slight growl and a nip to my neck, my mysterious lover responded against my skin, “I am as real as you, Isabella. The question is, would you truly give anything to be with me? Would you give up your life as you know it to walk this world with me, to have an eternity with me as your only lover and companion?”
This time I did manage to turn, though strong, cool arms embraced me the instant my brown eyes met his golden ones. “Eternity, Carlisle?”
He nodded before his lips touched mine in a whisper of a kiss, “Eternity, Isabella. Think through the possibilities, both good and bad, before you come to me. Know that if you choose me, everyone you know will need to think you died. You will never be able to return to your previous life, as your changes would be too noticeable. It would put us and them in grave danger, should someone find out. In return for that sacrifice, you will live for many lifetimes, impervious to sickness and aging. I swear I will always treat you as I have this last month. I will protect you from the dangers of our world, love you unconditionally, and vow you will only ever feel pleasure at my touch.”
Carlisle’s eyes were full of promise and honesty. I went to speak, but he shook his head sadly. With a tender brush of his lips against mine, he implored me, “Think on my offer, Isabella. Truly think it all through before you come to me. My only request is this. If your answer is no, let this -here and now- be our last time together. If you truly want an eternity with me and are willing to make those sacrifices, you will find the correct key in the library desk drawer.”
Carlisle gave my cheek a gentle caress, then pulled me into an emotion-filled kiss. He was gone mere seconds later, only a whoosh of air as his parting goodbye.
I awoke with a start. Though my heart was set on tearing apart the library desk to find the key to the attic, my mind rationalized that I truly needed to think things through. Seeing that it was still before dawn, I pulled a bottle of water from the mini-fridge before plopping haphazardly back down onto the bed.
With a sigh, I started thinking about the negatives… namely, the being dead to everyone part. Did it really matter, though? I had no family left, other than some distant relatives I never talked to. I hadn’t been popular in school, and those I did speak to, I lost touch with when we went our separate ways for college. I didn’t have a mortgage payment or rent, since I’d been traveling around the globe to explore abandoned places. I had no one I checked in with to let them know I was okay. As sad as it was to say, I could disappear without a trace and no one would miss me.
Thinking back to what else Carlisle had said, I remembered the way he had treated me this last month in my dreams. Every look held love and adoration; every touch spoke of both tenderness and passion. He never once spoke to me harshly. Yes, there were times when our lovemaking turned heated, but I would thoroughly enjoy him taking me against a tree again.
If -as Carlisle said- he was as real as me, could I see myself with him in more than just my dreams? The honest answer was yes. I had already started thinking in that manner. That’s what made it so hard to give up on the house, the attic mystery, and him last night. That’s what made it so hard to say goodbye.
The last thing that came to mind, though it was the largest part of the mystery behind Carlisle Cullen, was the eternity equation. I knew from the very first time I saw Carlisle in my dreams, that he was not altogether human. He was something more… and by the way he spoke about my changes being noticeable, he meant to somehow make me like him... if I chose to go to him. What would I become? Would I look like myself still? Feel as I did now? Whatever changes I would undergo would ultimately end with me being forever young and healthy, so did it honestly matter when I would get to spend that forever with Carlisle?
My decision was made… it had been made by my heart weeks ago.
Scrambling off the bed, I hurriedly grabbed my silky robe to put over the tiny chemise I’d slept in. I didn’t want to waste any time finding clothes. My things from around the room got tossed into my suitcase as I rushed around, then I dashed to the door to slip on my flats. Remembering the room key, I took it from my purse, placing it on the dresser only moments before popping out the handle to my suitcase. I was out the door then, rushing toward a certain mysterious man in a grand old Victorian.
My car slid to a stop near the front door. Only then did a thought hit me. What if it was just a dream? What if there is no key inside the desk, and all my hopes are dashed?
I shook the thought from my head as I whispered determinedly, “It was real. He promised he was as real as me. The key will be exactly where he said.”
Even still, I slowly made my way into the house and toward the library. When I reached the entrance, my feet stopped of their own accord. I looked to the desk, still standing proudly in the center of the room near the windows, but something caught me as different. On their own, my feet started moving again, taking me to the desk.
I was sad to say goodbye to my dream lover, but it was now time. I had been here for too long -nearly twice the length of time I had spent on any other project- just to hold onto those intimate dreams as long as possible, but it was time to truly face my solitary life again. I was a 24-year-old photographer who had no love life or any budding prospects of one. I couldn’t hold on to dreams that would never become reality.
Tonight would be my last night here, and I was determined to get the attic door open, in order to take my final photographs. It had been locked since my first visit to the home over a month ago. Though I tried picking the lock, prying the handle off, and even shoving at the door, nothing worked.
My intrigue about the attic grew as the month passed. Not being able to gain entry into the space only made my interest peak further. That’s why when I found a basket full of old skeleton keys in the little ‘odds and ends’ store in the tiny town nearby, I asked how much the owner wanted for the whole lot of them. The withered man behind the counter looked at me oddly, then said, “Nearly a hundred and twenty keys? I think, if you took them all, I could let the lot of them go for $60.”
Only 50 cents per key?
I eagerly pulled out my wallet, handing over the amount requested in cash. The old man shook his head as he transferred the keys a handful at a time into a bag, mumbling something about kids and their crazy crafts these days.
Armed with exactly 123 skeleton keys, each unique, I was ready to finally solve the mystery of the attic tonight. It was a last-ditch effort, since I refused to damage the house in any way, but I was hopeful one of them would work.
I stationed myself on the small landing at the top of the stairs a little after 10 pm, whispering to myself aloud that one of these keys was surely going to work. With my LED work light shining on the keyhole, I slowly slid the first key in, unsurprised when it wouldn’t turn at all.
One down, one hundred and twenty-two to go.
As each key was tried and dismissed, my hopes of gaining entry to the attic dwindled, and time seemed to move faster. I was sure there must be photos or old papers of some sort hidden behind this door, something to give me insight into my dream lover -the mysterious Carlisle Cullen- who I was sure was the owner of this home at some point. Unfortunately, by the time I reached the last key nearly 3 hours after I started, I was ready to cry.
A heartbroken sigh left my chest as the final key failed to turn the lock, knowing the mystery of the attic and its contents would remain that way, “I wish you would have trusted me with your secrets, grand old Victorian, but I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”
I packed all the keys back into the bag, returned it to my backpack, then slung it over my shoulder with another sigh. After grabbing my work light and descending both flights of stairs, I made my way out of the house. I turned when I reached the small front clearing, looking up to the dark attic windows before saying a final goodbye. “Farewell, Victorian… and farewell dream lover.”
I fell asleep rather quickly once I returned to the inn, but I was not prepared to find myself dreaming of Carlisle again.
Standing in front of the Victorian, the woods surrounding the abandoned house silent and still, I knew something was different. There was a small light flickering in the attic windows. I stood there, unmoving from shock for several moments before I felt it. The tell-tale cool touch of my mysterious lover, which always set my nerves alight, was a very welcome sensation.
Carlisle pressed his chest to my back, his tall form seeming to curl around mine. His hands glided from my hips to just below my breasts as his breath tickled the skin of my neck, his voice a choked whisper, “You are leaving me.”
I went to turn, but Carlisle held me in place, asking while his lips caressed my pulse point, “Have I not cared for and loved you, Isabella? Have I not given you immense pleasure this last month? Why must you leave me? Have you not come to love me?”
I let out a shaky breath, my stomach knotting in both anticipation and sadness, then whispered in reply as my fingers wove up into his silky hair, “You have… and I do… but I can’t live solely in my dreams. I would give anything for you to be real… for us to have a future. You aren’t real, though, and I can’t stay here any longer knowing that.”
With a slight growl and a nip to my neck, my mysterious lover responded against my skin, “I am as real as you, Isabella. The question is, would you truly give anything to be with me? Would you give up your life as you know it to walk this world with me, to have an eternity with me as your only lover and companion?”
This time I did manage to turn, though strong, cool arms embraced me the instant my brown eyes met his golden ones. “Eternity, Carlisle?”
He nodded before his lips touched mine in a whisper of a kiss, “Eternity, Isabella. Think through the possibilities, both good and bad, before you come to me. Know that if you choose me, everyone you know will need to think you died. You will never be able to return to your previous life, as your changes would be too noticeable. It would put us and them in grave danger, should someone find out. In return for that sacrifice, you will live for many lifetimes, impervious to sickness and aging. I swear I will always treat you as I have this last month. I will protect you from the dangers of our world, love you unconditionally, and vow you will only ever feel pleasure at my touch.”
Carlisle’s eyes were full of promise and honesty. I went to speak, but he shook his head sadly. With a tender brush of his lips against mine, he implored me, “Think on my offer, Isabella. Truly think it all through before you come to me. My only request is this. If your answer is no, let this -here and now- be our last time together. If you truly want an eternity with me and are willing to make those sacrifices, you will find the correct key in the library desk drawer.”
Carlisle gave my cheek a gentle caress, then pulled me into an emotion-filled kiss. He was gone mere seconds later, only a whoosh of air as his parting goodbye.
I awoke with a start. Though my heart was set on tearing apart the library desk to find the key to the attic, my mind rationalized that I truly needed to think things through. Seeing that it was still before dawn, I pulled a bottle of water from the mini-fridge before plopping haphazardly back down onto the bed.
With a sigh, I started thinking about the negatives… namely, the being dead to everyone part. Did it really matter, though? I had no family left, other than some distant relatives I never talked to. I hadn’t been popular in school, and those I did speak to, I lost touch with when we went our separate ways for college. I didn’t have a mortgage payment or rent, since I’d been traveling around the globe to explore abandoned places. I had no one I checked in with to let them know I was okay. As sad as it was to say, I could disappear without a trace and no one would miss me.
Thinking back to what else Carlisle had said, I remembered the way he had treated me this last month in my dreams. Every look held love and adoration; every touch spoke of both tenderness and passion. He never once spoke to me harshly. Yes, there were times when our lovemaking turned heated, but I would thoroughly enjoy him taking me against a tree again.
If -as Carlisle said- he was as real as me, could I see myself with him in more than just my dreams? The honest answer was yes. I had already started thinking in that manner. That’s what made it so hard to give up on the house, the attic mystery, and him last night. That’s what made it so hard to say goodbye.
The last thing that came to mind, though it was the largest part of the mystery behind Carlisle Cullen, was the eternity equation. I knew from the very first time I saw Carlisle in my dreams, that he was not altogether human. He was something more… and by the way he spoke about my changes being noticeable, he meant to somehow make me like him... if I chose to go to him. What would I become? Would I look like myself still? Feel as I did now? Whatever changes I would undergo would ultimately end with me being forever young and healthy, so did it honestly matter when I would get to spend that forever with Carlisle?
My decision was made… it had been made by my heart weeks ago.
Scrambling off the bed, I hurriedly grabbed my silky robe to put over the tiny chemise I’d slept in. I didn’t want to waste any time finding clothes. My things from around the room got tossed into my suitcase as I rushed around, then I dashed to the door to slip on my flats. Remembering the room key, I took it from my purse, placing it on the dresser only moments before popping out the handle to my suitcase. I was out the door then, rushing toward a certain mysterious man in a grand old Victorian.
My car slid to a stop near the front door. Only then did a thought hit me. What if it was just a dream? What if there is no key inside the desk, and all my hopes are dashed?
I shook the thought from my head as I whispered determinedly, “It was real. He promised he was as real as me. The key will be exactly where he said.”
Even still, I slowly made my way into the house and toward the library. When I reached the entrance, my feet stopped of their own accord. I looked to the desk, still standing proudly in the center of the room near the windows, but something caught me as different. On their own, my feet started moving again, taking me to the desk.
This time, instead of the entire surface being covered in dust, there was one spot near the drawer where there was a clear handprint in the dust. I gasped as I hurried around the desk to the spot, my hand automatically trying to fit the impression. It was larger than mine, clearly the size of a man’s hand.
I gasped again as I whipped open the drawer below the handprint, seeing a singular skeleton key with a red ribbon wrapped around the end. With a new sense of confidence, I walked determinedly to the main stairs.
Just as I reached the landing in front of the attic door, I noticed the flickering of soft light near my feet, causing me to let out a breath as I slid the key into the keyhole. It turned without a single catch, and the door opened with only a whisper of sound.
I gasped again as I whipped open the drawer below the handprint, seeing a singular skeleton key with a red ribbon wrapped around the end. With a new sense of confidence, I walked determinedly to the main stairs.
Just as I reached the landing in front of the attic door, I noticed the flickering of soft light near my feet, causing me to let out a breath as I slid the key into the keyhole. It turned without a single catch, and the door opened with only a whisper of sound.
Inside, the large room was dotted with lit candles. Books and papers filled the shelves, and there was both a sitting area and a bed area. In the latter, Carlisle leaned back casually against the headboard of a massive bed. He gave me a tender smile as he rose to greet me.
“You came to me… I was beginning to worry,” he whispered almost too low for me to hear.
I nodded, then returned just as softly as I cupped his face in my hands, “I wanted to come to you as soon as I woke, but I did as you asked. I took the time to think about the possibilities and consequences. Nothing else matters, Carlisle, as long as we can truly be together.”
He frowned slightly before trying to say something, but I pressed my lips to his. When our mouths parted, I whispered seriously, “As long as I can touch you, talk to you, and make love to you -knowing I’m not dreaming- nothing else matters. Please, make love to me… here and now. Show me how real this is between us.”
His eyes darkened in desire as his hand slid up to my neck, his thumb caressing the soft spot behind my ear. Humming as my breath hitched, he didn’t waste another second before capturing my mouth with his in an intense kiss. Feeling his body press flush to mine only a second later caused a pleased groan to fill my chest, and my hand to fist tightly in his hair.
Slowly, as our kiss deepened, he guided my body backward until it met something hard. Carlisle’s lips moved from mine, tracing my jawline before dipping just enough to stop at that sensitive spot behind my ear. His tone was smooth and sexy as he whispered against my skin, “I will make you mine tonight, my love, in every way possible for my kind. This is your last chance to change your mind. Once I make love to you outside of your dreams, Isabella, there is no turning back. You will become my eternal mate, my one and only love, just as I will become yours.”
My decision only became stronger in that moment. Knowing how much he liked me biting him in my dreams, I turned my head into his neck and whispered almost breathlessly after scraping my teeth up his neck, “Stop stalling, Carlisle. No matter how much time you try to give me, or how many times you try to warn me, my answer will always be the same.”
My teeth bit down on the spot of Carlisle’s neck I had been whispering against, causing him to let out a pleased groan as he gently reciprocated by nipping my neck in return. “Christ, how I long to feel your teeth piercing my neck. Soon…”
As it turned out, Carlisle had guided me back against one of the bookcases. His hands found mine, guiding them above my head to rest both of mine in one of his. The fingertips of his free hand trailed down my side sensuously, then traced along the bust line of my robe as he looked at me intently. My eyes fluttered as the back of his index finger dipped below the material against my breasts.
His mouth descended on mine... sucking, licking, and nipping at my bottom lip with such passion, that I found myself instantly submitting to his request with a deep moan. Our tongues danced erotically, seeking each other out while dancing a dance that seemed to only exist between the two of us.
He coaxed sounds out of me at an increasing rate, but I longed to touch him as he was touching me. His free hand would skim up my thigh to grasp my hip, brush along my ribs, or sweep the curve of my breast... all making my arousal rise, along with my longing to touch him.
When he broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, I whimpered softly, "Carlisle, please... I need to touch you... to feel you under my fingertips."
He groaned, pulling me up to his level by my hips as he kissed me again. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist. With one hand on my ass and the other on the expanse of my back, he guided me toward the bed.
Carlisle was partially over me when I found myself settled against the luxurious sheets. After a few steamy kisses, he moaned, "Do you know how tempting you look right now?"
He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, then hummed, "So very tempting... sinfully tempting, even."
The hand he wasn't leaning on found its way up the outside of my robe to my hip, just as his lips nipped their way to the valley between my breasts. My breath hitched as my hands found their way into his hair again. "I love how your body reacts to me, Bella.”
Carlisle guided me to stand with him, then trailed his hands down either side of my neck until they reached the robe on my shoulders. He slipped his hands under the fabric as his eyes stayed locked on mine, drawing it slowly down my arms until it was completely shed from my body. He placed it over the back of the chaise, then ghosted his hands up my arms as he finally took the opportunity to look at me in my chemise.
His eyes darkened as I watched him, causing me to wonder… once again… what he was. He noticed immediately, asking, "Are you okay? Have you changed your mind?"
I shook my head, "No, but..."
I hesitantly traced under his eyes with my thumbs to make my point. He seemed to realize what I was talking about. “I would not be surprised if they were black as night.”
I bit my lip while nodding, so he pulled me to him gently, "Our eyes change for several reasons, but most notably for anger, blood lust, or desire. The accompanying action when our eyes change is usually the tell for what the reason is."
Understanding hit me, making me flush under his gaze. He inhaled deeply, then his voice got huskier as one of his hands traced up the back of my thigh while the other buried itself into my hair, "Now where were we?"
I grabbed the collar of his shirt, bringing him flush against me, then whispered as I trailed my lips up his neck to his jaw, "Right... about... here, I think."
Carlisle moaned as my lips finally made it to his, "Not exactly, but I am definitely not going to complain. God, you feel so good in my arms."
Our lips met, and he immediately deepened the kiss as he fisted the hem of my chemise at the back of my thigh. His other hand left my hair, causing me to moan in approval as I felt his fingers sliding the strap on my shoulder down. While he peppered my neck and shoulder with little flicks of his tongue, I set about slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His breath hitched as I kissed the newly revealed skin, then nipped the edge of my shoulder as his fisted hand slid up my thigh a bit further.
I whimpered, undid another two buttons, then flicked my tongue against the new skin. He growled slightly, arousing me even more -which he caught onto- then growled against my other shoulder, "Jesus, Isabella... tell me... please, just tell me."
I moaned in return, "I'm only teasing as much as you are... and I think we're both overdressed."
He let out a relieved sigh, then he dropped to his knees in front of me, kissing my covered stomach as his hands ghosted up the backs of my thighs. When he realized I had foregone panties, he growled again as he palmed my bare ass. I moaned, found the hidden zipper in the side of my chemise, then slid it down as our eyes stayed locked. When I went to slip the other strap off my shoulder, he shook his head before lifting the chemise from the bottom as he rose.
My hair fell around my breasts and back as he finished pulling the fabric over my head. He hummed as he took me in. I always loved the heated look of desire in his eyes when he appreciated my naked form, and it never failed to cause my arousal level to skyrocket. His eyes snapped to mine, then instantly, his shirt was removed and his belt undone.
“You came to me… I was beginning to worry,” he whispered almost too low for me to hear.
I nodded, then returned just as softly as I cupped his face in my hands, “I wanted to come to you as soon as I woke, but I did as you asked. I took the time to think about the possibilities and consequences. Nothing else matters, Carlisle, as long as we can truly be together.”
He frowned slightly before trying to say something, but I pressed my lips to his. When our mouths parted, I whispered seriously, “As long as I can touch you, talk to you, and make love to you -knowing I’m not dreaming- nothing else matters. Please, make love to me… here and now. Show me how real this is between us.”
His eyes darkened in desire as his hand slid up to my neck, his thumb caressing the soft spot behind my ear. Humming as my breath hitched, he didn’t waste another second before capturing my mouth with his in an intense kiss. Feeling his body press flush to mine only a second later caused a pleased groan to fill my chest, and my hand to fist tightly in his hair.
Slowly, as our kiss deepened, he guided my body backward until it met something hard. Carlisle’s lips moved from mine, tracing my jawline before dipping just enough to stop at that sensitive spot behind my ear. His tone was smooth and sexy as he whispered against my skin, “I will make you mine tonight, my love, in every way possible for my kind. This is your last chance to change your mind. Once I make love to you outside of your dreams, Isabella, there is no turning back. You will become my eternal mate, my one and only love, just as I will become yours.”
My decision only became stronger in that moment. Knowing how much he liked me biting him in my dreams, I turned my head into his neck and whispered almost breathlessly after scraping my teeth up his neck, “Stop stalling, Carlisle. No matter how much time you try to give me, or how many times you try to warn me, my answer will always be the same.”
My teeth bit down on the spot of Carlisle’s neck I had been whispering against, causing him to let out a pleased groan as he gently reciprocated by nipping my neck in return. “Christ, how I long to feel your teeth piercing my neck. Soon…”
As it turned out, Carlisle had guided me back against one of the bookcases. His hands found mine, guiding them above my head to rest both of mine in one of his. The fingertips of his free hand trailed down my side sensuously, then traced along the bust line of my robe as he looked at me intently. My eyes fluttered as the back of his index finger dipped below the material against my breasts.
His mouth descended on mine... sucking, licking, and nipping at my bottom lip with such passion, that I found myself instantly submitting to his request with a deep moan. Our tongues danced erotically, seeking each other out while dancing a dance that seemed to only exist between the two of us.
He coaxed sounds out of me at an increasing rate, but I longed to touch him as he was touching me. His free hand would skim up my thigh to grasp my hip, brush along my ribs, or sweep the curve of my breast... all making my arousal rise, along with my longing to touch him.
When he broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, I whimpered softly, "Carlisle, please... I need to touch you... to feel you under my fingertips."
He groaned, pulling me up to his level by my hips as he kissed me again. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist. With one hand on my ass and the other on the expanse of my back, he guided me toward the bed.
Carlisle was partially over me when I found myself settled against the luxurious sheets. After a few steamy kisses, he moaned, "Do you know how tempting you look right now?"
He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, then hummed, "So very tempting... sinfully tempting, even."
The hand he wasn't leaning on found its way up the outside of my robe to my hip, just as his lips nipped their way to the valley between my breasts. My breath hitched as my hands found their way into his hair again. "I love how your body reacts to me, Bella.”
Carlisle guided me to stand with him, then trailed his hands down either side of my neck until they reached the robe on my shoulders. He slipped his hands under the fabric as his eyes stayed locked on mine, drawing it slowly down my arms until it was completely shed from my body. He placed it over the back of the chaise, then ghosted his hands up my arms as he finally took the opportunity to look at me in my chemise.
His eyes darkened as I watched him, causing me to wonder… once again… what he was. He noticed immediately, asking, "Are you okay? Have you changed your mind?"
I shook my head, "No, but..."
I hesitantly traced under his eyes with my thumbs to make my point. He seemed to realize what I was talking about. “I would not be surprised if they were black as night.”
I bit my lip while nodding, so he pulled me to him gently, "Our eyes change for several reasons, but most notably for anger, blood lust, or desire. The accompanying action when our eyes change is usually the tell for what the reason is."
Understanding hit me, making me flush under his gaze. He inhaled deeply, then his voice got huskier as one of his hands traced up the back of my thigh while the other buried itself into my hair, "Now where were we?"
I grabbed the collar of his shirt, bringing him flush against me, then whispered as I trailed my lips up his neck to his jaw, "Right... about... here, I think."
Carlisle moaned as my lips finally made it to his, "Not exactly, but I am definitely not going to complain. God, you feel so good in my arms."
Our lips met, and he immediately deepened the kiss as he fisted the hem of my chemise at the back of my thigh. His other hand left my hair, causing me to moan in approval as I felt his fingers sliding the strap on my shoulder down. While he peppered my neck and shoulder with little flicks of his tongue, I set about slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His breath hitched as I kissed the newly revealed skin, then nipped the edge of my shoulder as his fisted hand slid up my thigh a bit further.
I whimpered, undid another two buttons, then flicked my tongue against the new skin. He growled slightly, arousing me even more -which he caught onto- then growled against my other shoulder, "Jesus, Isabella... tell me... please, just tell me."
I moaned in return, "I'm only teasing as much as you are... and I think we're both overdressed."
He let out a relieved sigh, then he dropped to his knees in front of me, kissing my covered stomach as his hands ghosted up the backs of my thighs. When he realized I had foregone panties, he growled again as he palmed my bare ass. I moaned, found the hidden zipper in the side of my chemise, then slid it down as our eyes stayed locked. When I went to slip the other strap off my shoulder, he shook his head before lifting the chemise from the bottom as he rose.
My hair fell around my breasts and back as he finished pulling the fabric over my head. He hummed as he took me in. I always loved the heated look of desire in his eyes when he appreciated my naked form, and it never failed to cause my arousal level to skyrocket. His eyes snapped to mine, then instantly, his shirt was removed and his belt undone.
I reached for him, tracing the valleys of his defined chest and abs, whispering, "Christ, Carlisle... you're... how can you be even more perfect than in my dreams? I want to run my tongue along every one of these ridges."
My body flushed with desire for this beautiful god of a man, and when my fingers reached the button of his jeans, my eyes found his. Without a word, I flicked the button open, my fingers sliding just under the fabric and around his waist to his hips. His eyes were somehow an even darker black, his hand ghosting up along my jaw to wind its way into the hair at the back of my neck. With our eyes still locked, my fingers teasingly glided back to his zipper, then I lowered it slowly.
The sound of the zipper teeth releasing was severely erotic in the silence of the room. I moaned softly as my head dropped back a bit. My nipples tightened as his cool breath fanned across my neck, then suddenly I felt like desire exploded inside me.
As he kissed and nipped my shoulder, my hands worked their way inside the back of his jeans to grab his glorious ass. In response, he moaned loudly.
Carlisle's lips crashed to mine again, all steam and passion. I could no longer stand to feel fabric between us. It was maddening! I needed to feel him -all of him- against me at that moment.
I eased his jeans down as far as I could reach, then he broke the kiss with both of us panting into the stillness of the room. He backed up a few paces to finish removing his clothes before I could register the movement, then suddenly a perfectly sculpted masterpiece was standing before me.
I let my eyes rove over his exquisite physique, but they quickly found his delectable-looking erection, which was standing proud with a glistening tip. Unconsciously, I licked my lips.
Carlisle moaned, making my eyes snap to his. Instantly I was in front of him again, my hands ghosting down his chest as I whispered, "Carlisle... I can't... I need to touch you... to taste you... to feel you deep inside me..."
Before I could take a breath, I was in his arms bridal-style, and he was placing me down against the pillows on the bed. He hovered over me, his length pressed against my inner thigh as he leaned in for another kiss. Though it lacked none of the previous passion, I could tell he was reigning in his need. I groaned in frustration, "Don't... I want to feel it. Don't hold back from me now, please."
He immediately kissed me again, reigning in nothing. Heat shot out to every single cell of my body as my stomach clenched in anticipation. My nails tried to dig into his back as my body arched up into him, causing us both to let out a loud pleasure moan. The kiss deepened as he shifted, then his free hand began a teasing journey down my neck.
When his fingers circled the outside of my breast, my nipples pebbled even more. I whimpered, breaking the kiss, "Please, Carlisle... God, please, touch me."
His eyes found mine. It seemed like we were taking in each other's breaths as his thumb brushed over my nipple. My eyes fluttered as I cried out softly, so he hummed, "It’s always so beautiful... watching you lose yourself in pleasure..."
He slid down my body, leaving kisses along my neck and collarbone, then flicked his tongue out against my neglected nipple as he continued to tease my other one. My hips tried to buck as another cry left my throat. My hands shot into his hair, trying to pull him further into me. He hummed as he nipped both tight buds alternately, "That's right, Beautiful. Let me hear your pleasure."
When he tugged and pinched one nipple as he sucked deeply on the other, a strangled moan escaped me, then he scraped his teeth along my nipple. My eyes fluttered while a whimper barreled out of me, "Fuuck! Please, Carlisle... more... ohgodmore."
He growled as he repeated the process to my other breast, eliciting a string of incoherent whimpers and moans from my lips. He kissed down my stomach in response. When his fingers glided up through my soaked core while he nipped my bare mound, my body trembled as another strangled cry left my throat, "Carlisle, please! So close... fuck, again..."
He growled deeply, sending reverberations straight to my aching core, while his fingers continued to glide through my wetness. He circled my clit once, then twice as I cried out again.
Carlisle latched his lips to my clit and pushed a finger deep inside my core, eliciting a combination of a choked sob/moan/whimper from deep inside me as my body trembled in need. He moaned, attacking my clit with his tongue and teeth as he slid another finger inside me, then worked them in and out smoothly.
He sucked deeply on the little bundle of nerves as he made his next thrust. My hands shot to his hair, needing something to brace myself with against the uncontrollable emotions and sensations running through me. I cried out just as I heard Carlisle beg in a moan against my slick folds, "Come for me, Isabella."
His fingers twisted inside me, curling along my top wall as he growled and scraped his teeth against my bundle of nerves. A screaming sob forced its way out of my chest as the coil snapped, my body quaking in ecstasy at the sensations rushing through me. I heard Carlisle's deep moan, then there was nothing but pure raw ecstasy crashing through every nerve and trembling muscle in me.
When I finally came down enough to take a shuddering breath, my eyes fluttered open to meet Carlisle's, who was lazily lapping at me as his fingers slowly worked inside me. His eyes were pure black, sparkling wildly. He placed several small kisses against my core before gently removing both his mouth and fingers from me.
Carlisle slid up my body, licking his fingers with a pleased hum when my trembling slowed. I let out a shaky breath. He settled between my spread thighs before brushing the damp hair from my face.
I gently pushed on one of his shoulders as I pulled the other one to me, causing Carlisle to smirk. He flipped us suddenly, making a giggle bubble up in my throat. He chuckled slightly, then moaned as I kissed along his jaw to his neck. When I reached his ear, I flicked my tongue against the lobe.
I gasped at the feeling of him once again teasing my slick folds. Once his tip was poised against my entrance, he gently held my hips, waiting for me to make the next move. “If you want to change your mind, Isabella, now is your last chance.”
I took a deep breath, then let it out evenly as I slid down, his length filling me inch by extremely slow delicious inch. We kept eye contact the whole time as I whispered, “I’ve wanted this with you since I first started dreaming of you, Carlisle.”
When I finally seated myself fully, I shifted my hips a little, then my breathing shuddered at the extremely erotic sensation of him shifting inside me. I moaned as I started moving fluidly over him, causing Carlisle to hum in reply, "Christ, Isabella, don’t stop. You feel incredible, wrapped so tightly around me."
I moaned at his words, braced my hands on his chest, then slid up his length almost all the way before sliding down again, swirling my hips automatically when I was seated fully. His hands kneaded my hips, swirling them again as he pressed me down further.
The feeling of his hands on me with his thick length so deep inside me made my hands shoot up to fist in my own hair as I cried out, my back arching as my eyes rolled in pleasure. Immediately, Carlisle let out a loud groan of appreciation.
Thus, our erotic dance began. We were a synchronized give and take of rocking, moaning, pleasure cries, as well as thrusts... with each move fluidly gliding into the next, like we had been making love for eons, instead of just in my dreams for the last month.
The passion and desire we had for each other swirled around us, escalating, then Carlisle growled in a raw needy voice as he sat up, "Cum for me, my sexy little mate. Cum for me, and I will make you mine for all eternity."
I cried out as my orgasm hit me like a freight train, sobs of raw euphoria spilling from my chest while I clung to him and rode out the waves of ecstasy. Then, after another few thrusts, Carlisle let out a deep growl as he filled me with his cool release.
Seconds later, his sharp teeth pierced the delicate skin of my neck. My mysterious lover pulled back with a moan, only for me to see my blood on his lips. Though I should have been frightened, it was oddly erotic.
My mind finally filled in the blanks for me. Carlisle was a vampire.
As my eyes slid closed, I knew I would soon be a vampire, too. More importantly, my eternity with Carlisle would be one full of a hauntingly beautiful love, which was just perfect for me.
~FIN~
My body flushed with desire for this beautiful god of a man, and when my fingers reached the button of his jeans, my eyes found his. Without a word, I flicked the button open, my fingers sliding just under the fabric and around his waist to his hips. His eyes were somehow an even darker black, his hand ghosting up along my jaw to wind its way into the hair at the back of my neck. With our eyes still locked, my fingers teasingly glided back to his zipper, then I lowered it slowly.
The sound of the zipper teeth releasing was severely erotic in the silence of the room. I moaned softly as my head dropped back a bit. My nipples tightened as his cool breath fanned across my neck, then suddenly I felt like desire exploded inside me.
As he kissed and nipped my shoulder, my hands worked their way inside the back of his jeans to grab his glorious ass. In response, he moaned loudly.
Carlisle's lips crashed to mine again, all steam and passion. I could no longer stand to feel fabric between us. It was maddening! I needed to feel him -all of him- against me at that moment.
I eased his jeans down as far as I could reach, then he broke the kiss with both of us panting into the stillness of the room. He backed up a few paces to finish removing his clothes before I could register the movement, then suddenly a perfectly sculpted masterpiece was standing before me.
I let my eyes rove over his exquisite physique, but they quickly found his delectable-looking erection, which was standing proud with a glistening tip. Unconsciously, I licked my lips.
Carlisle moaned, making my eyes snap to his. Instantly I was in front of him again, my hands ghosting down his chest as I whispered, "Carlisle... I can't... I need to touch you... to taste you... to feel you deep inside me..."
Before I could take a breath, I was in his arms bridal-style, and he was placing me down against the pillows on the bed. He hovered over me, his length pressed against my inner thigh as he leaned in for another kiss. Though it lacked none of the previous passion, I could tell he was reigning in his need. I groaned in frustration, "Don't... I want to feel it. Don't hold back from me now, please."
He immediately kissed me again, reigning in nothing. Heat shot out to every single cell of my body as my stomach clenched in anticipation. My nails tried to dig into his back as my body arched up into him, causing us both to let out a loud pleasure moan. The kiss deepened as he shifted, then his free hand began a teasing journey down my neck.
When his fingers circled the outside of my breast, my nipples pebbled even more. I whimpered, breaking the kiss, "Please, Carlisle... God, please, touch me."
His eyes found mine. It seemed like we were taking in each other's breaths as his thumb brushed over my nipple. My eyes fluttered as I cried out softly, so he hummed, "It’s always so beautiful... watching you lose yourself in pleasure..."
He slid down my body, leaving kisses along my neck and collarbone, then flicked his tongue out against my neglected nipple as he continued to tease my other one. My hips tried to buck as another cry left my throat. My hands shot into his hair, trying to pull him further into me. He hummed as he nipped both tight buds alternately, "That's right, Beautiful. Let me hear your pleasure."
When he tugged and pinched one nipple as he sucked deeply on the other, a strangled moan escaped me, then he scraped his teeth along my nipple. My eyes fluttered while a whimper barreled out of me, "Fuuck! Please, Carlisle... more... ohgodmore."
He growled as he repeated the process to my other breast, eliciting a string of incoherent whimpers and moans from my lips. He kissed down my stomach in response. When his fingers glided up through my soaked core while he nipped my bare mound, my body trembled as another strangled cry left my throat, "Carlisle, please! So close... fuck, again..."
He growled deeply, sending reverberations straight to my aching core, while his fingers continued to glide through my wetness. He circled my clit once, then twice as I cried out again.
Carlisle latched his lips to my clit and pushed a finger deep inside my core, eliciting a combination of a choked sob/moan/whimper from deep inside me as my body trembled in need. He moaned, attacking my clit with his tongue and teeth as he slid another finger inside me, then worked them in and out smoothly.
He sucked deeply on the little bundle of nerves as he made his next thrust. My hands shot to his hair, needing something to brace myself with against the uncontrollable emotions and sensations running through me. I cried out just as I heard Carlisle beg in a moan against my slick folds, "Come for me, Isabella."
His fingers twisted inside me, curling along my top wall as he growled and scraped his teeth against my bundle of nerves. A screaming sob forced its way out of my chest as the coil snapped, my body quaking in ecstasy at the sensations rushing through me. I heard Carlisle's deep moan, then there was nothing but pure raw ecstasy crashing through every nerve and trembling muscle in me.
When I finally came down enough to take a shuddering breath, my eyes fluttered open to meet Carlisle's, who was lazily lapping at me as his fingers slowly worked inside me. His eyes were pure black, sparkling wildly. He placed several small kisses against my core before gently removing both his mouth and fingers from me.
Carlisle slid up my body, licking his fingers with a pleased hum when my trembling slowed. I let out a shaky breath. He settled between my spread thighs before brushing the damp hair from my face.
I gently pushed on one of his shoulders as I pulled the other one to me, causing Carlisle to smirk. He flipped us suddenly, making a giggle bubble up in my throat. He chuckled slightly, then moaned as I kissed along his jaw to his neck. When I reached his ear, I flicked my tongue against the lobe.
I gasped at the feeling of him once again teasing my slick folds. Once his tip was poised against my entrance, he gently held my hips, waiting for me to make the next move. “If you want to change your mind, Isabella, now is your last chance.”
I took a deep breath, then let it out evenly as I slid down, his length filling me inch by extremely slow delicious inch. We kept eye contact the whole time as I whispered, “I’ve wanted this with you since I first started dreaming of you, Carlisle.”
When I finally seated myself fully, I shifted my hips a little, then my breathing shuddered at the extremely erotic sensation of him shifting inside me. I moaned as I started moving fluidly over him, causing Carlisle to hum in reply, "Christ, Isabella, don’t stop. You feel incredible, wrapped so tightly around me."
I moaned at his words, braced my hands on his chest, then slid up his length almost all the way before sliding down again, swirling my hips automatically when I was seated fully. His hands kneaded my hips, swirling them again as he pressed me down further.
The feeling of his hands on me with his thick length so deep inside me made my hands shoot up to fist in my own hair as I cried out, my back arching as my eyes rolled in pleasure. Immediately, Carlisle let out a loud groan of appreciation.
Thus, our erotic dance began. We were a synchronized give and take of rocking, moaning, pleasure cries, as well as thrusts... with each move fluidly gliding into the next, like we had been making love for eons, instead of just in my dreams for the last month.
The passion and desire we had for each other swirled around us, escalating, then Carlisle growled in a raw needy voice as he sat up, "Cum for me, my sexy little mate. Cum for me, and I will make you mine for all eternity."
I cried out as my orgasm hit me like a freight train, sobs of raw euphoria spilling from my chest while I clung to him and rode out the waves of ecstasy. Then, after another few thrusts, Carlisle let out a deep growl as he filled me with his cool release.
Seconds later, his sharp teeth pierced the delicate skin of my neck. My mysterious lover pulled back with a moan, only for me to see my blood on his lips. Though I should have been frightened, it was oddly erotic.
My mind finally filled in the blanks for me. Carlisle was a vampire.
As my eyes slid closed, I knew I would soon be a vampire, too. More importantly, my eternity with Carlisle would be one full of a hauntingly beautiful love, which was just perfect for me.
~FIN~