Save Haven

18 - I trust you

Warnings: smut

"I have scars all over my body. But my back is the worse. That's why I got these wings tattooed. I wanted something else than my scars to stand out." My voice was thin. I didn't dare to speak up, fearing I would break out and cry.

"Its beautiful." He whispered. "Can I touch it?"

"Yes. It doesn't hurt. If that's what you were wondering." I allowed him. A cold hand faintly brushing over my skin. "Good to know. But I was merely checking for your consent. I don't want to push anything onto you."

"God, Carlisle." I sighted. "You could never. You are perfect in any way." He chuckled at my words and I could feel the bed dip underneath me, indicating he was moving around. And indeed, seconds later, I could feel his cold presence hovering over my body, icy lips kissing my back.

I reached out for his hand next to my head, clamping my fingers around his wrist. He sank down on his elbow, taking my hand into his bigger one. The new intimate position, suddenly making me feel hot. Blindly I tugged on his shirt. "Carlisle. I need you. Please." My desperateness jumpstarted him into action. A soft twirl of air indicating his movements. Before I could even fully comprehend, what was happening, he was back on top of me. Now I could feel his cold chest on my bare back. Strong thighs pressing my legs apart, the feeling of cotton pressing against my lower back. So he had left his boxers on.

Again, his cold lips were smothering my body, this time much rougher and more demanding than before. He was caging me in between his hard body and the soft bed. Cold hands gripping my hands, playing with my fingers. Involuntarily I bucked my hips against his lap, when he sucked the soft skin underneath my ear between his teeth, making him growl out at the sudden contact. Him growling like that, stirred something deep inside of me. Ripping out a sudden urge to submit to him. To let him guide me through everything. "Carlisle." I called out, pressing myself against his body. Only to be met with his strong chest pressing me down. "God, please. I need you." Whimpering, begging for more. "Angel." He groaned, bucking his hips against me.

At this point, I was sure; my panties were soaked. And by the way he was frantically jumping backwards, crashing into his big bookshelf, my assumption was confirmed. I turned onto my back, shuffling towards the headboard. Looking back up to him, I could see his eyes trained between my legs, nostrils flaring, muscles as tense as could be. "Aubrey..." He whined, clenching his fist on his side.

"Its alright Carlisle. I trust you." I purred, spreading my legs further for him to see.

"What if I hurt you?" He growled. "This is not right. We should stop."

"You wont hurt me." I retorted.

"You don't know that!" He nearly yelled, tilting his head back. I gulped hard. Seeing him irritated that much, send a shiver down my spine, reminding me of my father. I took a deep breath, pushing the unwanted thought out of my head. "What can I do, to make you feel better? I want to help you. Tell me, what can I do?" His eyes snapped back onto my face. "Promise me to tell me, when I hurt you." He rasped, slowly walking towards the bed.

"Promise."

He knelt down on the bed, eyes again wandering over my body. "So beautiful... so, so beautiful." Mumbling he froze on his spot, just looking at me. I stretched out an arm, leading his hand towards my body. "You can touch me." I whispered, suppressing the shudder that went through my body at his cold fingers. "Touch me where ever you like. Just please, for the love of god, stop holding back."

"I have to hold back, love. One wrong move and I could kill you." He gritted out between his teeth. I rolled my eyes, sinking back into the covers. "That's not what I meant. I was talking about your 1600s stuck up gentleman attitude. Its making it worse not to crush on you any harder. More action. Remember?"