𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 || 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 [𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐕𝐄𝐑.]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗

Rêverie felt exhausted after hours of expelling all her fury, but she still couldn't get to sleep.

Music was blaring through the house, bottles of alcohol of all kinds were lying around her room, and she danced with a bottle in her hand, Kieran's shirt clinging to her figure every time she made a move. She couldn't even remember how many times she had brought a bottle to her lips.

“Didn't someone teach you it's rude to sneak into a lady's room, Dr. Cullen?” she questioned, peering over her shoulder at the vampire as she felt cold hands wrap around her waist.

Rêverie's hair was loose and slightly disheveled as she watched him with those spellbinding eyes. At first his eyes remained fixed on Rêverie's, but as the seconds passed, they couldn't help but stray to her alcohol-damp lips. From there to her unmarked neck and finally, a little further down, his gaze met Rêverie's bust covered by a loose black cloth.

“My eyes are up here, Cullen,” she whispered, bringing his eyes to meet Rêverie's again.

Though not for long before his gaze dropped back down to his mate's lips. They parted, letting out a soft, short laugh as a hand rested on the back of his neck and drew him to them.

“Why are you here?”

“We didn't finish our conversation this morning…”

“Really? It seemed like it to me, what wasn't clear to you?”

“It's rather that I was missing something…” he answered, still staring at Rêverie's lips.

Being so close to them and not being able to kiss them was beginning to seem like torture, a very cruel one.

“You stressed that I didn't know you, so let me get to know you,” he asked, pulling away from Rêverie's lips and placing his lips on her neck. “Let me make you see that you're not a monster like you think... let me make you fall in love,” he asked, building a path of kisses back to Rêverie's lips.

“You're very stubborn, aren't you, Cullen?” she questioned, stopping his action of going for her lips.

Carlisle only smiled guiltily before he placed his lips on hers. Her hands soon wrapped around the back of Carlisle's neck as she began to play with his tresses, releasing the bottle in her hands in the process.

“And impatient,” she murmured between kisses as she guided him to the bed.

Carlisle continued to caress her waist with his head tilted slightly upward as her hands went from playing with Carlisle's hair to caressing his cheeks. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Carlisle's satisfied face at their little make-out session.

She enjoyed watching as his eyelids lifted to reveal blue eyes full of pleading and desire as their kissing and caressing session came to a halt. Carlisle's lips parted with the intention of begging her to continue kissing him, but they were interrupted by a kiss and a continuation of caresses. This time he didn't close his eyes but held her gaze.