Edward looked at me, his fingers grazing my cheeks. Blinking open my eyes, I stared into his jade-colored orbs, praying he believed me. I wanted this. I wanted him. He kissed me tenderly, his lips molding against mine. My arms slid up his shoulders and I tangled my fingers into his hair. Keeping his mouth on mine, he bent down and picked me up, carrying me to the king-sized bed that dominated the room. Laying me down on the bed, he slid next to me, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Touch me," I whispered. "Please?" Show me how it feels to be with someone who doesn't hurt me ...
He leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine and his fingers glided along my arm. Curling his hand around my neck, he deepened our kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I felt his wing slither behind me and cup me closer to his body. The feathers against my back were ticklish, but made me squirm. He pulled back, staring into my eyes. His fingers danced along my arm and traced my collarbone. Gently, he nudged the strap of my negligee off my shoulder, revealing the swell of my breast. "Are you okay?" he asked.
I nodded, biting my lip and arching my back so his hand could caress my skin. He kissed me gently and his fingers teased my breast over my fairly conservative nightie. It was nothing more than a navy-blue slip, that reached just above my knees. I had on a pair of navy-blue satin panties, that matched the nightie, underneath the silky material. Edward slid his thigh between my legs and the fabric moved further down on my skin. The top of my nipple was in view. He gently cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple.
I moaned against his mouth, melting into him and feeling desire course through me. His lips traveled down my neck, teasing my shoulder before they took purchase on my breast, nibbling and sucking on the tender skin. I whimpered, tugging on his hair.
His hands were cupping my breast and holding me to his tattooed, muscular torso. He released my nipple with a pop, kissing me deeply. "I love you," he murmured. He took my hand, pressing it to his frantically pumping heart. "This is yours. Forever, Isabella."
I gently pushed him on his back and sat astride his trim hips. I gathered the material of the nightie, lifting it from my body and revealing my nearly naked form. He sat up, staring into my eyes and his fingers gliding along my spine. He rolled his shoulders, shuffling his wings. It reminded me that he was not like the monsters who took my childhood. He was the embodiment of everything that was good. I leaned forward, kissing him on the lips. My fingers tangled into his messy hair while he pulled me closer to his body. I felt his hardness against my thigh. Against his lips, I moaned and rolling my body over his, almost instinctually. "Take the ugliness away, Edward," I murmured. I sat back, taking his hand and pressing it over my heart. "This beats for you."
He kissed me, tenderly, but passionately. He leaned his forehead against mine. "Do you trust me?" he asked. I nodded. He sat back, staring at me. "Truly?"
"I do, Edward," I whispered.
"I want to give you pleasure," he murmured, his hands cupping my behind. "This is my choice. Do you want me to?"
"How?" I asked, afraid of what he'd see, feel.
"It's all up to you. I could touch you, bring you ecstasy with my fingers," he said, his fingers massaging my ass. "Or, I could taste you." He kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth. I remembered being hurt with fingers and other foreign objects. He pulled back. "Mouth, then?"
"Down there?" I squeaked. He smiled, slow, carnal and sexy and nodded. "And you'll stop if it's too much?"
"You're in control, beautiful," he said, his smile dropping and concern spreading over his perfect features. I saw the love swirling in his eyes and felt the tenderness in his touch. Plus, the grey wings that ruffled were a clear indication that he was different, that he'd treat me with the respect I should have received. I leaned forward, caressing my lips with his. I showed him that I wanted him to kiss me between my legs. He cupped my face and carefully rolled us so I was on my back. His body was in the cradle of my hips. He continued kissing me, tasting my lips and he pulled back. "I love you."
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Out of the DarknessFanfiction
Edward Cullen is a fallen angel, living among humans. He's dark, snarky, tattooed and a total badass. However, he still has his wings and angelic powers because the 'powers that be' believe that he is capable of redemption, despite being cast out of...