Blessed Are The Dead || Carlisle Cullen

Chapter Eleven

Carlisle had given her a small pile of clothes to wear, but refused to leave the room as she changed. "Carlisle, I can change for five minutes without being brutally murdered." Constance pipes up, crossing her arms across her towel wrapped chest. Carlisle raked a hand through his thick hair and huffed. "Constance, please. I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you. I won't look, I promise." Carlisle says, taking her hands and brushing his lips against her knuckles. She couldn't say no as he gave her that look. Constance sighed in defeat and nodded. "Alright, fine. But no turning around." She says with a warning look as Carlisle grinned. "Of course, dear." He agrees, stepping a few strides away and turning his muscular back to her. He wore a crisp white shirt and the outline of his shoulders was quite a pleasing sight. Constance shook out of her thoughts, huffing gently before dropping the towel to the ground and turning to the pile of clothes that sat on the bed. Picking up the pair of panties and the bra Carlisle had picked out, a blush erupted through her face. Dangling from her finger was a pair of black lace cheekers. And to match it was a black lace bra that was literally see through. Deciding not to say anything about it, she quickly slipped them on. She looks back to the pile of clothes and finds a plain white cotton shirt and a pair of light pink silk shorts with a flimsy bow on the front. Not exactly her style, but definitely adorable. To match the shorts were a pair of fuzzy pink socks- because who doesn't love those?
Soon she finished changing and she threw her hair up in a damp messy bun. Constance glances in the mirror nervously before clearing her throat and beckoning Carlisle to turn around. He turned slowly and as his eyes looked over her, a pleased smile appeared on his lips. His fangs could be seen slightly from his mouth and his eyes flashed with something. Constance stood under his scrutinizing gaze uncomfortably, rubbing her arm. "If you don't like it, I can change.." she murmurs softly, trying to get him to say something. His eyes finally met hers and he stalked towards her. "Constance you look beautiful." He whispers sweetly, his knuckle running over her naked and porcelain cheek. "You know it's a shame that you use that man made junk to cover that heavenly face." He adds, referring to the makeup she would normally wear as he cupped the rest of her face with his large hands. "You are the most stunning creature I've ever laid eyes on in all of my years of living." He whispers, lips close to hers. He studied her so vigorously, pupils running over each freckle on her nose and each swirl in her blue green eyes. Constance could feel shivers running down her spine, a knot twisting in her stomach. Carlisle sniffed the air for a moment before a wicked smirk crossed his face. "I must say that your arousal smells even better than your normal scent." He mumbles, thumb running over her plump lip. A blush spreads across Constance's face and neck. "Y-you can smell that?" She asks nervously, not allowing her mouth to move very much as she was under his gaze. He simply nods, taking a step closer so that their bodies were flush to each others. "May I kiss you now, Constance...my little mate?" Carlisle asks after many moments of silence. Her mind was numb with feelings she had never felt before...so slowly but surely she nods her head. Carlisle dips his head down, each touch and movements causing an effect on Constance. He was her mate...she never thought anything could feel so good. Just the simple touch. Her eyes flicker down to Carlisle's lips before she shuts her eyes. His large hands move from her face to curling around the side of her neck to the base of her head, holding her head in a loving way. He tilts her head gently to the side before kissing her deeply. His lips stacked on hers and her ears buzzed with adrenaline. As he dominated the kiss, Constance moves her hands from his chest to his shoulders then around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. Slipping his tongue expertly into her sweet mouth, he tastes her gently. The kiss was passionate but slow... there was no rush. Not when they had forever. But then it hit Constance. She wasn't a vampire. She would get old and die...without Carlisle. He notices her sudden lack of response and parts their lips gently. "Constance, my dear...what's the matter?" He asks with worry in his eyes. "Hm..? Oh it's nothing." She murmurs distractedly. So many things were happening in her mind- first off she just had her first kiss with her mate. Of course, it was mind blowing. Second- their life. Day by day she would age and leave her best years behind. She wouldn't be beautiful anymore and Carlisle would always be beautiful. Always moving on.
Carlisle suddenly hooks his arms under Constance's back and knees so that he was holding her up to his chest. Instead of keeping her there, he gently sets her down on the bed before carefully climbing on top of her. His arms and legs hold his body up on either side of her, his face burying in her neck. "Constance...tell me what troubles you." He asks, the sound muffled by the crook of her neck. Constance's hands rake into his hair and she bites her lip as she enjoys every moment of his affection. She had just found out that they were mates simply an hour earlier. Yet, everything felt so natural. Like his body was meant to be on hers and his mouth was meant to travel her neck. "It's just..." Constance murmurs, blinking a couple of times as she looks up at the ceiling. "We will be together forever?" She asks, stating the question in an odd way. "Yes, Constance. As long as men can breathe and eyes can see." He promises, hand resting on her curved waist. Constance swallows, glancing down at his flaxen hair. "That sounds wonderful." She murmurs honestly, deciding to change up her words a bit. "You won't leave me for more beautiful women, will you?" She asks softly, leg hooking around his. "Never."

AHH THEY KISSED COMMENT YOUR FEELINGS RN I JUST CANT. Ok. Thanks for reading!