Calling on the Beast... (cut from Chapter 30)

A/N: This one is not as pretty as I wanted it to be, but it was rushed. Yeah, so enjoy! When you're done, review; tell me what I should work on, what you like best, etc…I am a virtuous person. I had to drag this imagination up from the gutters. :)

EDWARD

"Bella, I want you to understand how much I love you. Not in words."

Usually when something upsets me, I turn to music and dancing. That's what I did when Cindy and I split up. However, music was the farthest thing from my mind when it came to this situation with Bella. She was always encouraging me to lose the sweet chivalrous Edward that she loved so much, and just let loose.

She wanted me to act like an animal, then fine.

My mentality was set on predator. Like a lion, I wanted prowl around her body, taking every place I wanted as my own.

Bella, on the other hand, looked as tough as a kitten, gentle and guileless. Easy prey.

To make things easier, she smashed her mouth back onto mine; not at all concerned about the pressure she was exuding. Before she could get a chance to fully engage in my mouth, I journeyed below her chin, leaving a trail along her neck and collarbone. A quiet sound escaped from her as she handled the front of my shirt. Angrily, I ripped the material over my head, hearing Bella intake a shallow breath. Inwardly, I chuckled, flashing my teeth. Before she could trace me out, I met her at the edge of the sheets, dragging her body towards mine. I pressed her body onto mine, supporting from her back, and stumbled around the room.

Our destination: the bathroom.

I didn't originally intend to move away from the soft bed, but there was another more innocent experience involved with using a bed. Just knowing that we were going into foreign territory made everything more…kinky.

I kicked the door open, hearing it stop and shudder abruptly. I fumbled along the wall for a light switch. Finding it, I switched it up, seeing light shine in the previously dark room.

My breathing was already screwed up, thanks to this temptation in my hands, but I couldn't control myself. Bella's hands raked through my head, possessing locks of hair between her fingertips. She would glue me to her if she could.

Alas, we needed to breathe. Before I had any idea of my motions, I had Bella sandwiched between a wall and I. Her legs were still wrapped above the top of my pants, but she still was clothed. More like half-naked.

Roughly, I released Bella from my hold, letting her own small feet touch the ground as we stared into each other's eyes. Like waves crashing against the piers, alerting of a storm to come, Bella's desire repeatedly hit my senses. Her fragrant musk was sent in invisible eddies to swirl around my nostrils. The contours of her chest were like different depths of the water, causing my gaze to float over each swell. The heat, oh that heat caused my skin to prickle in a flood of goosebumps. Her eyes, rich like hot chocolate, flashed her request. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

My hands smacked against the sides of her wall next to her head as I nuzzled her neck, relishing in the pale skin colored with the flushing of blood to the hypersensitive area. She stood still, panting. Her chest rose so wildly, she almost touched mine. I wanted to feel that bare skin.

I seized her wrists in mine large hands, pressing myself against her. Bella bit her bottom lip, looking defenseless.

She was under my control now.

In an outward circular motion, I brought her arms above her head, and then ran my fingers along side her skin until I was back at the base of her shoulders. My fingers continued down her flank until I reached the end of her tank top. Touching her overheated body, I slid up under her green shirt, gathering the fabric above my knuckles until it was time to pull it off. Her hair settled behind her as the last breeze from her shirt wisped by.

Inwardly, I chuckled. The straps gave no implication that Bella was wearing a green cheetah print bra. I had no doubt that Alice had bought it. Bella wasn't a wild spirit; but it was time to awaken the beast the rest inside her soul.

Next, I had to remove those pesky shorts. Just looking at Bella's creamy legs, especially those thighs, was enough to make me ram into her. Staring into her eyes, I wiggled her shorts off her body until they fell onto the floor. Just like I thought: matching panties. She stepped out of the bottoms, kicking them in the direction of her top. Her legs, shapely and firm, called for me to touch. I complied. Teasing her already sensitive skin, I fingered her exposed thighs, trailing up and down in loose parallels. Just like Bella, she blushed at my affectionate gesture.

I kissed her hip, my lips trailing across her abdomen until I came to her belly button. Instinctively, my tongue slid out to swirl around the area. The taste was addictive. She whimpered and brought her hands to my hair again, a part of my body she was growing to love.

Speaking of growing…I felt myself growing stiff by the moment. My lower anatomy knew what it was craving for.

"Turn around," I barked out to her, directly her to the counter.

Immediately, Bella nodded and faced the bathroom mirror, placing her hands on the counter for support.

Brute in manner, I ripped off her panties, leaving her to free her feet from them I as rose to slip off my clothes. Unashamed of my engorged member, I stood there behind Bella as I played with the clasp of her bra.

Only one hook contained her from me, but not for long. With a click, the bra snapped around to the sides, dangling amongst her forearms. I moved in closer to help her. Bella gasped from the sudden contact and hunched foreword, letting the bra drop onto the counter. She swiped her hand out it and swung it across the room.

As if I was greedy, I took her breasts in my hands, kneading them. Bella reached behind her, grasping my neck, and consequently, her bare bottom rubbed against my manhood. She didn't seem to mind that as much as the pleasure she was getting from my touch. Her mouth hung open, but her eyes were closed as I continued to fondle with her perfect chest.

Bare and beautiful.

A body this heavenly shouldn't be covered in inferior clothing. It needs to be displayed in art museums, though I was selfish enough I that I would to keep Bella all to myself.

As if she was getting into the moment, her hands landed on mine, and started to guide me. Fingers interlaced, she would squeeze, directing me to squeeze. Where ever she moved, I followed. Soon, her hands trailed down her chest, down to the spot that screamed for me. I let her keep one hand to herself while I found my right index finger outlining her lips, plump and pleading. Her mouth opened, causing my finger to disappear from the surface. The warmth of her mouth, intermingling with the suction of her cheeks caused me to sigh.

I growled and pushed against her. She had me stroking her faster as a reaction. A sharp line formed on my arm from the counter that stopped my movements.

Quickly, I removed my finger from her mouth, feeling her teeth graze across the knuckle. She looked confused, as if I was refusing her. Au contraire. Primal in attempt, I swiveled her around, my lips latching on to hers while my hands wound around her back, forcing her on me. She reached for my left hand and placed it behind her as she sat on the counter. Bella made a petite whimper of glee until her breasts rammed into my chest from my tug, creating a dull slap of skin; but didn't complain. Instead, she wrapped her legs around me, clinging.

Taking the firm, round cheeks of her behind into my voracious hands, I settled myself around her entrance. Bella was too busy caressing my neck to notice the transition.

Impulsively, she ground into me, circling her hips erotically as she rested at my waist. "Edward…" she breathed in my ear. Just hearing my name stimulated me. Bella's voice, laced with breathlessness and desire, was like music – light and airy in pitch, but so pleasing to my ears. I wanted to hear her say it again.

"Bella, do you love me?" I whispered into her ear. My hands were gripped tightly to her waist as I lifted her up. She nodded. Her hands cupped my neck as we held each other.

"Yes or no?" I questioned, raising her a little higher. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing the beast inside my eyes. I smiled, looking back at Bella's face. I settled inches away from her, feeling her heated blows of oxygen. Our lips were barely touching as she, slowly, collapsed onto me.

Her breathing hitched as did mine while she continued her descent. With widened eyes, her grasp on my neck pinched into my skin, but Bella didn't scream this time. Her mouth gaped as she wrapped her head around the idea that I just entered her. A moment passed when she closed her mouth to exhale through her nostrils.

She was trying to control herself, more specifically, her outbursts. She didn't want me to freak out like last time.

Almost smugly, I heard myself say "I would love to hear you scream my name." I slid into her more, but there wasn't enough clearance. She was too tight. I realized the counter wasn't the best thing for us. It was time to head back to our old buddy: the wall. Her back rested against it as I found myself right outside of her aroused body. I was going in again. Thrusting, I demanded, "Say it – say my name, Bella."

Her hands had moved to the back of my head, ruffling my hair, but it was worth seeing her face. Struggling between the countenance of torment and bliss, her brow furrowed as her mouth alternated from the bit lip or full "o." Sometimes, her eyes closed and other times, they rolled back in pleasure. Her bottom lip rebounded off my top as she skimmed across my mouth.

"Ed…ward," she broke up, her voice as strong as a sigh. She could say Kyle and Marco in her dreams as clear as crystal, and I didn't hear my name once. I was a little jealous over this fact, and now, I was determined that my name be said the most tonight.

I brought myself further into her. She started to help out, bucking with her body sliding up the wall. I think the sweat dripping from her body was helping her with the friction. Our motions resembled rough surf, not as smooth as one would have imagined. "Say it again."

"Edward," she breathed. She was gaining her voice back. "I…I…think…" she lost all conscious thought as I entered her again. She gasped, pressing her chest into mine. "Oh!"

I liked that sound, too. I thrust into her faster, quicker.

"Oh…" she said again with her eyes closed, her body rolling on mine.

"No," I said to her, "say Edward."

"Edward," she complied, "…Edward."

"Scream it," I whispered as I pumped faster and farther into her.

"Ed…I" she struggled, her hands trying to find something else to grasp onto.

"Say it," I cajoled.

"I…uh" I thrust into her again.

"Say it." I was getting slightly irritated waiting for her to scream my name in her precious voice.

"I…can't."

"Yes…you…can!" I growled. "I want Marco…to be able to hear. I…want all of…Argentina to hear you, love."

Bella blew out a frustrated huff. "That's not –" I silenced her protest with another push into her.

"You can…scream everything else…including insults and profanity."

She, breathing heavily, rested her head in the crook of my neck and her arms around my shoulders. "Sorry."

"No, it's Edward!'" I expressed sternly, slamming her down on me. I should have known I was being too rough; her sides were going to be a little bruised, her lips a little swollen. However, that was the farthest from my mind. That forced her head up with her eyes glazing over. She opened her mouth to say something but no sound came out. I took that as a chance to kiss her, fanatically, as I pumped minutely into her, trying to buy us some time before it was over.

She pulled away from my mouth and screamed out against my forehead. "EDWARD!"

"Yes," I whispered, watching her body press onto mine.

"EDWARD!" She screamed aloud again. Her back arched off the wall, knocking her further onto me.

"Yes!"

"EDWARD ANTHONY CULLEN! Oh, god, I'm…" This was it. Her walls tightened around me, her body trembled from the impact of the intensity. She was going to milk me until I was empty. We both clung onto each other as we, both, climaxed, knowing we were so close, yet so far away in dimensions.

In this ecstasy, there was Bella, illuminated like the goddess she was, glowing like the soft moon. She was always in my dreams since day one. Hopefully, she realized this wasn't one.

Sweaty and out of breath, we relaxed against the wall as I slid out of her.

I hated this part. Spent, I had no more energy to give, though I knew Bella would ask for more. Sex consumed more of my strength than dancing did.

Bringing us back into the room, we collapsed on the bed. Bella fell amongst the pillows, with her hand rippling around her head like an aureole. A sigh passed her lips while let my body lay on top of hers. I kissed her neck for a while and then, pulled back to look her in the eye.

"That was…much better than a dream," she giggled quietly, kissing my lips chastely. How could she endure something so feral and then pretend as if it was as sweet as our first time making love? I didn't understand her, and neither did I understand my crazy mood right now.

I smiled. "You know I want to love you to the fullest, sweetheart. I can't think of anything else I could give you except for my life." I made my voice sickening sweet. Just behind that voice, there was the lion that wanted to be on all fours, stalking over Bella's body as if he could claim her.

I had to let him lay low for awhile. I think he did enough tonight.