✔️Compulsive (Carlisle Cullen)

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Quinn O'Connell had always dreamed of the Eiffel tower as a child, it was a fantasy of a child, to kiss the love of your life beneath the tower and know that they loved you entirely in return... She never expected to actually be there. Her hand linked with Carlisle's as they walked casually beside it as if it meant nothing but she knew her eyes were wide with awe. Above them, the sky was stretched across in a backdrop of velvety backdrop, speckled with stars. Paris in the night was spectacular, even more so with Carlisle at her side.

"The Eiffel Tower is named after the engineer Gustave Eiffel, whose company designed and built the tower. Constructed from 1887 to 1889 as the entrance to the 1889 World's Fair, it was initially criticised by some of France's leading artists and intellectuals for its design, but it has become a global cultural icon of France and one of the most recognisable structures in the world." Carlisle mused and she listened eagerly. She didn't need a tour guide when she had him, the man pulled her closer, her back pressing to his chest as they looked up at the structure. Pictures didn't do it justice.

"It's beautiful" she smiled, eyelashes blinking as she looked up at it, marvelling in the feeling of his arms around her waist where they stood.

"Look in your pocket" he whispered. "Alice will hate me for being so predictable, but I cannot help being a hopeless romantic" Carlisle mused and she slowly placed her hand in her pocket, freezing when her fingers closed around the box that lay there- It hadn't been there before. Pulling it out carefully, she blinked at the box, turning to face Carlisle who had a proud smile on his lips.

"What's this?" her voice was a whisper and it only made his smile grow as he softly took it from her hand.

"You proposed to me, and call me old fashioned... But... I think that my beautiful soulmate deserves a true, hopeless romantic proposal that she can remember... And a ring to put on that finger of yours, to prove that you are mine." he smiled and her hand pressed over her lips as she gasped, watching the man in front of her crouch onto one knee in front of the Eiffel Tower. "Remember that you have already agreed" he chuckled nervously. "This is just a formality. You are my everything, Quinn O'Connell... Be mine? Forever? I am never going to meet someone that I love as much as you. You are everything I have waited over three hundred years for. And I am not ready to let that go anytime soon" Carlisle chuckled. "Marry me?" and he opened the box.

Quinn's eyes grew wide at the sight of the ring that nestled in the box, she didn't expect something so utterly stunning but at the same time... She expected nothing less from Carlisle Cullen.

"Yes" it was simple to say the word, and it required absolutely no second thoughts from her as she allowed him to slip the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly as if it was made to be there and she stared at it for the longest moment before pulling Carlisle quickly to his feet, slamming her lips onto his happily.

In their happiness, it took no time at all to arrive back at their hotel room and as the door slammed shut behind them, Quinn pressed her lips tightly onto his, her ring glittering in the faint lamplight as they walked across the room together, landing with a 'thump' on the neatly made bed.

Taking his hands eagerly, Quinn held them easily above his head, grinning in victory at her newborn strength and he grumbled but allowed it, he knew that control was something that Quinn needed, especailly in that moment as they kissed deeply.

"Promise me, this is what you want?" Carlisle encouraged softly when she'd shed her shirt and his was ripped from his body. His eyes glimmered as they stared deeply into hers and he saw nothing but love and certainty as he stared into her orbs which - less than a year ago- had been blue.

"This is what I want, Carlisle" she promised as she released his wrists, flipping them over so he hovered above her and he frowned, noticing his sudden position of power. This was Quinn showing that he trusted her and he was not going to abuse that power. Every movement that he did, as he pulled their remaining clothing off, was slow and considered, giving her time to say no at any time but in that expensive hotel room in Paris- She was in love. It was a hundred lifetimes away from where she had once been and as she kissed him, she'd never been so certain of anything in her life.

Trailing his hand down her body, marvelling in the expression she expressed, he paused where she grew the most sensitive. Her encouraging now as she played with his hair encouraged him and slowly, Carlisle touched her with all the love in his heart, pushing his fingers in softly and pausing at the sweet moan her lips released. Love with Carlisle was different from anything she'd ever experienced before and Quinn's face was one of happiness as he moved his hand gently, with a building intensity that had her moans coming faster.

"I want you Carlisle" she bit out, his eyes never having left hers and he blinked at her for a long moment, allowing her to nod assuringly, this made him smile brightly. "Please" she begged and he chuckled as he positioned himself. As Carlisle pushed inside her and they were connected in passion for the very first time... Everything felt absolutely perfect. Quinn's eyes widened before closing in bliss. Carlisle Cullen was gentle with her as he began to move but it was perfect.

It was everything a first time should have been... And at that moment, Quinn pretended that it was her first. Carlisle was over the moon to see her happiness and feel the cold metal of her ring against his cheek as she held his face in passion...