Somewhere In Between by Kassiah.pdf

Somewhere In Between by Kassiah

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Chapter One: Words Aren't Always What We Mean to Say

"Oh…Oh my god…"

The dim moonlight streamed through the gauzy curtains illuminating the flash of

toned, pale skin moving over my body. Candlelight burned low, casting shadows

around the room. The scent of the blood red roses combined with the heady

sandalwood candle enveloped my senses, comforting me in ways that were only

acknowledged silently, never aloud…

"That's right sweetheart," he murmured. My entire body trembled beneath him as

he brushed his lips softly along the delicate patch beneath my ear, stopping there

briefly before kissing a tantalizing trail down to my shoulder. Lightly grazing my

skin with his teeth, he continued downward, humming in content.

Sensitive skin pebbled as he rubbed the pad of his finger across my nipple, rolling

it between his index finger and thumb. Warm hands trailed from my breasts,

ghosting along my side before gently grasping my hip. Placing my hands on his

broad shoulders, I reveled in the feel of his slick skin against mine.

My hair spread out over the pillows in disarray as my head bowed back. Losing

myself in his tempting caress, my senses gave over to the pleasure he promised

with his touch.

Swirling his finger around my navel as he kissed and licked down my arm, he

paused to nip slightly at my elbow before continuing his wicked path down my

body. Fingertips traced slowly across my abdomen from hip to hip. Kissing my

palm when he reached the end of his trail, he spun my ring around my finger

before switching direction.

Lifting his head to my chest and placing his lips against my collarbone, he

whispered into my skin and held me closer to him. The pressure of his touch

increased as he slowly lifted me, pulling me closer to allow himself better access.

Warm breath fanned across my skin as he began to move down again, teasing.

Palming and languidly caressing the length of my body. Lightly stroking the

underside of my breasts. Warm blasts of air tickling gently across my ribs before

full lips continued their assault down my side toward my hip as he moved lower.

My nails dug into his neck when he brought his hand to the back of my thigh,

massaging the responsive skin for a moment before pulling my leg over his

shoulder and nudging my other leg wider.

The slight stubble from his chin rubbed against my inner thigh, heightening the

sensations and sending waves of desire coursing throughout my body. The

familiar coil tightened deep inside me as he flattened his tongue against me,

driving me towards climax.

Mouth moving torturously slow, his deep, throaty moan sent shock waves

through me and I cried out, surprising myself at the vocal acknowledgment of my

immense pleasure.

A rarity… but welcomed by him nonetheless. I felt his lips move against me,

smiling.

"My god," I moaned, feeling out of breath and as if the room was spinning slightly

off-kilter. I was teetering on the verge of something that I hadn't experienced in

so long.

Unhurriedly circling his tongue, drawing the pleasure out to an excruciating

degree, his almost silent moans vibrated throughout my entire body. My thighs

clenched tighter around his head as warm hands and a teasing touch brought me

closer to the edge.

"Yes, please, don't stop." My hands lingered briefly over his before crawling up

my own body and tangling into my hair. He was buried between my legs, and

fuck…it felt so good. No doubt aware that I was perched precariously on the cusp

of ecstasy, he increased his pace. I was so close.

But my body knew something wasn't right…

This wasn't the same; it wasn't him.

Stop thinking about that right now, Bella. Focus on what he's doing to you. How

he makes your body feel. Oh god, that feels so fucking amazing. Just a little

bit…oh…

He was swirling his tongue and oh… god, he was curling his fingers in just the

right spot. My body started to quiver, my already ragged breaths turning into

long moans—I felt like I was about to come undone.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet…" Nuzzling into me, his breath blew hot over me,

eliciting a low moan. "You're so close. Just let go, Bella."

Circling his thumb around my clit, he plunged his tongue deep inside me. He was

right; I was close. Closer to real ecstasy than any previous time before, with him.

Something held me back—unable to let go, though I tried.

Again…

Trembling as he lifted my hips higher and paused to nip teasingly at my inner

thighs, I let out a frustrated sound. His tongue soothed the place his teeth had

just been before returning to lick and suck at the spot he knew I liked. He tried

so hard, always, to please me.

Get over it, Bella. Focus…

Eyes clamping shut, perspiration beading on my brow, moans–his and mine

intermingling to form a sensual beat–weaving around the room as he alternated

sliding his fingers agonizingly slow inside of me, then faster. It all felt so good. I

can do this…

Teeth grazed my sensitive clit and I instinctively arched my back, moaning. I was

on the brink, precariously teetering on the edge. His moans seemed distant and

continuously sent small, delightful tremors dancing through my body. Reaching

down, I began to run my hand through his hair.

Then I shut down.

This was wrong.

His hair was too short, too spiky, too… something.

Just…wrong.

Not soft and silky and thick and everything that I needed to feel in that moment.

Not the same. Never the same… Panic flooded through me, the swift realization

that I was going to have to fake it–again–hitting me.

Tensing my muscles purposefully on his fingers as he continued touching me,

begging me to come with his voice and his actions, I began the routine.

Mimicking an embellished whimper that sounded false even to my own ears,

highly doubting that he would buy it, I began to move my body in time with his

gentle touches instead.

Not slowing his movements, he began to plead, "Please, Bella, come…I love you,

I just want to make you feel..."

Letting out an exaggerated, breathy moan, breathing in deeply as I attempted to

center myself, I was suddenly assaulted with his scent–cloying, strong,

overpowering. Not the one I craved. The dual sensation of smell and sound pulled

me back. Moaning again, the sound of my voice seemed so foreign to me.

Distant.

He continued to swirl his tongue furiously over me, my body beginning to shake

as my earlier desire miraculously started to strengthen again. Maybe I wouldn't

have to fake this–maybe I could feel the complete and maddening rush of

pleasure right now, with him. Focus Bella, he loves you, he wants you...

Humming out another moan against me, causing my body to arch into him, his

tongue delved deeper, propelling me further.

Opening my eyes just a sliver and glancing over to the dresser, I avoided looking

into his piercing eyes. Instead, my gaze automatically snapped toward the image

in the silver frame, immediately picking it out: a flash of green. The memory was

enough to send me over the edge, the constant reminder of another green, a

deeper green. My eyes closed and I was engulfed, the feeling of being tossed

headlong into a pool with waters of the deepest emerald causing my body to

stiffen.

Harder and more intensely than ever before with him, I came. The smarter part

of my brain screamed at me to keep my mouth shut, the reckless side of me

paying it no mind. Struggling to quiet myself, taking deep, gasping breaths in an

effort to steady myself and stop from crying out, I moaned long and low, the

immensely enticing memory proving to be too much in the end.

"Oh god, y-y-yes, don't stop, please, E-Ed- oh! Don't stop..."

Head snapping up, eyes fierce as stared back at me, a look of hurt and anger

twisted his normally handsome features into something scary and unknown.

He'd heard me.

Snatching me up into a sitting position, pressing his hands roughly into my upper

arms, his trembling body caused mine to shake along with it slightly. The rage

was coming off of him in waves, his voice menacing and low as he rasped,

"What? What did you say?"

Knowing that I needed to calm him, my mind raced frantically, seeking some

course of action to set this right. He would be hurt, justly so. Eyebrows pulled

tightly together, nostrils flaring as quick, angry breaths puffed out of his

scrunched face, he stared at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

Staring directly into his eyes, my repentant voice was a low murmur when I

gathered my wits enough to address him. "Don't…stop? Please, b-baby, I want

this. I need you." Pawing at him, I tried to pull him closer to me. His grip on my

arms loosened and I took the opportunity to straddle his lap.

Clutching his face between my hands, I pressed my lips to his, the taste of myself

on them spurring me on. Peppering kisses all over his face and massaging his

neck in an effort to get him to unclench and relax, I tried to coax him back to me.

I needed him to understand that I wanted to want this.

Using my lips to try and force his mouth open, I swept my tongue across his

bottom lip and sucked on it for a moment before purposefully kissing him and

grinding on him. "I know you love me, please," I murmured to him. "I want you."

He groaned, as if he were battling with himself, his resolve wavering but not

giving in.

"Please, you feel so good. You make me feel so, so good. Please, don't stop," I

coaxed, desperate.

Pressing on his shoulders, trying to get him to lie back, I rolled my hips down

arduously on his cock. Kissing and tasting my way down his neck, I tried to show

him that I did want this. Even as he grew impossibly harder beneath me, I knew

that I wasn't completely convincing him. Fuck, I wasn't even convincing myself.

He knew.

For a moment, though, I thought he was going to give in. He seemed to melt into

my touch as I sucked delicately on his collarbone and along the base of his

throat. Gently nipping his neck, I brushed open-mouth kisses up the tender skin

there and to his jaw. Wrapping his arms around my back, he drew in deep,

ragged breaths as I hungrily pressed my lips underneath his chin and flicked my

tongue out lightly to taste his still dampened flesh.

Trailing his fingers along my spine and over my shoulders, he kissed up the

column of my neck angling his head to whisper into my ear. "Tell me, Bella. Tell

me you want me."

Turning my face, I pressed my lips to his. My hands traced over the tight planes

of his perfect muscles. Ghosting over his pectorals and gliding down his abs, I

sought refuge in the feel of his skin. Finally, he deepened the kiss and pulled me

closer to him, threading one hand into the hair at the nape of my neck. Practically

growling as he kissed me more frantically, his free hand pressed into my hip and

guided my movements over him.

Relishing in the rough texture of his jaw as I continued to stroke his face and run

my hands up and down his chest, I melted into him. The instant my fingers

touched the top of his boxers, his hands wrapped around my wrists, abruptly

stopping me.

Again, he grabbed me by my upper arms and held me out at arm's length so he

could look into my eyes. Reaching out to touch his face again and biting my lip, I

winced slightly at the dull pain of his fingers digging into my skin. He jerked his

face away from my touch as he studied me intently, his menacing glare never

dissipating.

For the briefest moment, I was afraid. Afraid that I had pushed him too far that

time; that I had hurt him deeper than he was willing to accept. He shoved me

down on the bed as tears started to stream down my face.

"Goddamn it, Bella. I'm not fucking doing this with you anymore." He grabbed his

jeans from the floor and pulled them roughly up his legs.

Not even glancing back at me as he strode angrily toward the door, he called

back over his shoulder in a taunting, cold voice. "He left you. He isn't coming

back to you. And if you don't fucking stop what you've been doing, you're going

to end up losing everything and everyone you love. Get it through your head,

Bella," he continued, intent on letting me have it. "Edward is not coming back to

you. Ever."

Chapter Two: If Only We Could Be

*BPOV*

The sound of the door being quietly shut woke me from my dreamless sleep.

Leaning over and taking a deep breath, I ran my hand over his side of the bed,

noticing the slight indentation in his pillow. I was glad that he hadn't stayed away

all night, but was filled with sadness and regret that my actions the night before

caused him to feel the need to leave before I had woken up.

He was probably beyond furious, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I

deserved his anger. I needed to figure out how to give myself to James

completely.

Even though I wasn't consciously allowing Edward to drive a wedge between us,

the fact of the matter was that he had always been there, from day one of our

relationship. Even when we were just friends, it was only because of Edward. He

was always the reason for our bond.

I needed to find a way to move past that.

Regardless of the mess I'd found myself in, there was no way I was going to be

able to fix this in a day, and particularly not on this day. Instead, I focused on

listening to the sounds in the house. Hearing the garage door opening, I figured

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