Forevermore Ch. 02

"Put it away then, darling," he told her, his eyes full of the familiar hunger that made Belinda weak in the knees. "I want to undress you."

She carefully unwrapped the rosary from her hand. "The old woman was a psychic," Belinda whispered. "She said I need to protect myself."

"From me?" he asked and he eased Belinda back, onto the bed, their bed. The scent of them was hidden here in the sheets and pillowcases and now it rose, warm and musky, fresh, as if they'd never left. The candles lit themselves and the walls danced with light and shadow as Edgar wrapped his hands around her hips. "Why would you need protection from me, Belinda? My own soul's mate."

Belinda shivered as she watched him bow his head and kiss her through her blue jeans. She let out a moan and the rosary fell from her hand. It clattered to the floor as she watched him press his mouth to the damp center of her pants. "Oh god, yes please." Belinda ached for him, for his fingers, for his tongue, even for his cruelty and his punishment. She wanted all of it.

Edgar hovered over her and pulled up the front of her tee shirt. Belinda raised her arms overhead and felt him strip off the shirt. She wore a see through bra, black and sheer. Her nipples had sprung to life in the fabric, hard and pulsing. The sensation of want there was hot and demanding and the rest of her skin was so cold.

Edgar's fingers trembled as he traced her skin, groaning softly as he outlined her nipples through the bra. "What else did she tell you?" he asked as his hands moved down to her button and zipper.

Belinda trembled as she watched him open her jeans. "That you were always sad," she told him as Edgar reached underneath her and pulled the pants down, over her bottom. He was slow about this, slow and deliberate and once her jeans were off her feet, he pushed them aside.

"Not now," he whispered as he crawled back up her body to Belinda's mouth. "Not when I'm here with you," he stared into her eyes and touched her lips. He outlined them gently with just a finger. "I love you, I've always loved you."

Edgar's kiss was gentle and his whole body shook. His skin vibrated as his tongue found Belinda's top lip and licked it softly. "I love you," he whispered once more before he opened her mouth with his tongue.

Belinda melted into his embrace. It was his body over and around hers, his warmth melted her limbs. His breath was inside and the taste of him also. He tasted like home. He tasted like her body, as if he'd never stopped caressing her skin. As if Belinda had never left and never would.

He released her once just to grab her face with both hands and kiss her hungrily and desperately again. Edgar moaned as their kiss deepened. His body was hard, every inch of him was hard muscle and wiry fingers and a cock that pulsed between her legs.

Edgar drew back, a line of saliva clung to his lips. "Do you love me, Belinda?" he panted and touched his wet mouth.

"God yes," the answer came. Belinda blurted it out, there was no stopping herself. She loved him. She was madly in love with him, madly in love for the first time ever and maybe that explained all the madness.

His eyes danced in the glow of candlelight. "Show me. Please, I want to see you," he touched her belly with one finger. "Touch yourself," he whispered and the echo of it ran through her skin.

Her nipples were so hard, they felt as if they might burst with need. Belinda wanted to feel him suck. She wanted to drink in the contentment and adoration in his eyes as he drank from her ripe points. She touched her breasts, she cupped them in both hands and asked him, "Like this? You want to watch me like this?"

"Yes, show me," Edgar was breathless and his eyes were on Belinda's nipples. "My beautiful Belinda," he murmured.

Belinda's fingers played with her nipples. She sighed as her buds hardened even more with the steady back and forth movement of her fingers. She was so wet, she was soaked already. Every careful touch, the heat and the longing in her pink little buds just made her lower lips swell and open. She could feel the need mounting there under her wet panties.

Belinda reached behind and opened the hooks of the bra. "Edgar," saying his name was an aphrodisiac now, just the syllables made her nipples throb. She whispered it again as she touched her bare skin. Belinda plucked both wrinkled areolas and the sensation ran down her body. Her hips couldn't help but push up and grind into his body.

God, he made her want to be such a slut for him. "Edgar, god yes," she whispered and kept her left hand on her nipples. Her fingers moved back and forth, just an easy, seductive touch that rippled down her body. "I want you," she almost sobbed, it was a cry of need that came from somewhere that had never been touched. It came from another lifetime. "I love you," she whispered as her right hand went between her legs and cupped her mound over her sopping wet, black panties.

"Touch yourself and tell me," he whispered.

"I love you," she said as she stared into his gray eyes as she reached down. She slipped her fingers inside the fabric. Her body leapt under the sensation. Her pussy was hot and her lips were fat and open, they invited her to feel what he'd done to her with just a kiss.

His cold, dead kiss.

She panted as she let her fingertips follow her splayed, outer lips and then delved between her delicate, inner lips. "Edgar," she whispered his name sweetly and felt her clitoris pulse in response. "My love," she moaned and brought her fingers up to her mouth. As he watched, Belinda sucked her fingertips, she wet them. She licked them and tasted her juices. Belinda tasted rich and salty and sweet. She tasted like she needed to be fucked, hard and without mercy. She plunged her fingers back inside the panties and stroked up and down as her slick hood drew back and her need was completely revealed. "Oh Edgar, please," Belinda begged and moved her hand up and down, her wetness a sweltering river in her palm. "Please," Belinda whispered as she masturbated for him.

"Please?" he asked, mesmerized at the sight of her, almost naked and completely undone for him.

"Please, make love with me," Belinda felt the tremor between her legs as she kept her hand steady. Her clitoris throbbed and her creamy desire dripped down her folds.

"Take your panties down," he told her in a deep, authoritative voice. There were his impatient hands and his fingers curled in the waistband and the slippery fabric on her thighs and then her calves. "Show me," Edgar moaned with his mouth so close to her cunt that he washed her between her trembling inner thighs with breath.

She had never done this. She'd never had her body, her desire, or her secrets on display like this. Belinda couldn't help herself now though. Her thighs opened wide and her hips pushed up. Even her body begged him, begged him to watch, to see what he'd done and how much she needed him.

"Oh my god," Belinda picked up the pace as she felt her eyes riveted on him. Her clit was hard and she felt the tremor there. She clutched her body as her orgasm began and her hips thrust. It was light and heat. It was his eyes and his body and his voice that Belinda was sure called to her ever since, every time she'd ever touched her body. The echo of all her ecstasy began and ended right there.

When Belinda came, her whole body shook. Her legs trembled and her pussy pulsed as the sensation gripped her. She quivered and whispered, "I love you," over and over as the waves of pleasure overcame her. It was his eyes and the fact that he watched her as much as anything. It was the words. Belinda had finally told him, she'd admitted to it.

He was her pleasure.

"My love," Edgar grabbed her hand. It was creamy with cum and he licked the center and swallowed her down. He lapped and hummed as he licked her clean. All the while, his eyes told her of all the other ways he was going to make her beg. "I need more," he whispered and set her hand on his cheek. "I need more of you," he got to his knees and placed his hands on Belinda's hips.

"Make love to me," Belinda reached for him, for the big, throbbing maleness between his legs.

There was nothing. She only saw Edgar, his touch was just a breeze, just a rush of cold and heat colliding. "What is happening?" she asked as she sat up. Belinda wanted to embrace him. She needed to wrap her arms around him and her legs. She wanted to seal him up with her skin and her love. She wanted it to be impossible to know where she ended and he began.

"It doesn't last forever," Edgar told her as Belinda grasped at nothing. He was no longer solid, now he was truly a specter. His eyes were sad and even though his hands were on her, his touch was just imagination. "I need your blood," he admitted as fingers lingered in her hair, fingers that she could only see, not feel.

"Edgar, no." Belinda shook her head. There had to be something else. Some other way.

"Another lover?" he frowned, his face was creased with worry. The circles under his eyes were suddenly much darker, almost purple. He faded into sadness and the room seemed to grow darker with him.

Still, she couldn't bring herself to do that again. The delivery boy was still on her conscience. She still wasn't sure if it was murder or not but either way, Belinda didn't want to do it again. "Edgar, can't it be another way? Please?"

"If you came to the other side with me," he whispered and opened his arms wide. The candles extinguished themselves and the room was plunged into sudden darkness. The only light was the gleam in his wicked eyes. "Then we will be together forever, Belinda."

Together forever, wrapped up in his arms. No heartbeat, no breath, no nothing. Wasn't that the point of the bottle of vodka and the Xanax? It felt like years ago and far away that she'd first contemplated just how much she wanted to disappear.

And yet, she shook her head. "No, not that. Not yet." Belinda didn't need to see it to know it was there and she reached for it. The steel blade was an icicle between her fingers and she moved her hand slowly down to the handle.

Belinda held the knife in her right hand and showed him her left. Right there, in the center, she still had the stigmata shaped wound from the last time. It hadn't healed properly and it was easy to find the little hole. The little dip in her hand, the place that was easiest to open with one swift upward slash of the knife.

Edgar watched intently as the knife bit into her hand. Belinda gasped as she pushed the knife through. It hurt, the pain was a lightning bolt through her skin and the frozen knife stung as she cut through to the other side. His fingers wrapped around hers on the handle. As she removed the blade, his mouth closed around the crimson fountain that gushed from her gash.

Edgar's lips were hot to the touch as he swallowed her blood. His eyes were two lights in the dark and Belinda watched his Adam's apple bob with every new mouthful of her blood. He grew warm, his face was hot, pressed into her like that and Belinda felt the solidity of his chest and his arms. There, between her legs, her body responded to his hardness.

His cock had sprung, fully hard, fully ready for her and yet he continued to gulp down her blood. The greedy noises came with little sighs. His hand was still wrapped around the knife that Belinda could barely hold, it was suddenly much too heavy. Edgar took the knife.

He took his mouth from her hand. The two streaks of red down his chin were obscene and Belinda was repulsed at the sight of it. Edgar held Belinda in one arm while he pressed the tip of the knife to her tender throat. "This can be our beginning, Belinda," he told her as he pressed the cold steel tip against the place where her pulse galloped.

She couldn't breathe. Panic attack, heart attack, whatever this was, it seemed like her body had finally caught up with reality. Fight or flight, or maybe just fuck. Belinda sobbed as he pressed the point there and the prick of pain rushed down her body like want.

"Please don't," she whispered and held her breath, she fully expected to feel the cold slice across her windpipe.

There was a clatter and the knife fell to the floor. Edgar tore at his clothes and his mouth devoured her with kisses. "My Belinda," he murmured as the shirt came off. She was pressed against his chest and felt his muscles there. The thick trail of prickly, black hair tickled her skin. His pants were open and down and her legs wrapped around the bulging girth of his thick thighs.

He was alive once more. Naked and warm and his hands were solid and strong and held her face as he searched her eyes. "I'll do whatever you wish," he promised, his whisper was warmth on her face. "I only want to be with you," Edgar drew her to him and added, "forevermore."

Belinda cried out as he moved his hand up, between her legs. He parted her, opened her and touched her sticky lips. The ache she had there had built until her body was swollen with desire. His fingers there were heavy and demanding. Belinda shivered as Edgar brought the head of his dick up to her lips and strummed her flesh, the ripple of his touch ran through her body. Her pussy throbbed and she called out, "Please, Edgar."

One movement, one thrust into her depths and she was completely full of him. Belinda cried out and reached up to touch his face. She knew this was different, this was everything. This was how they had always been meant to be.

As he thrust inside, the room changed. This was their room from the dream. It was the four poster bed with the roaring fire behind them. It was suddenly the room where they had first been lovers. Belinda clasped his naked body to her and her thighs shuddered around him. They moved as one. One heartbeat, one sigh, their eyes locked and no words were needed.

His voice came from somewhere inside her as he told her all of their secrets. "Just this, Little Bell," he promised and rocked back and forth between her legs. "Just you and I," his cock was so deep inside, she was so full of him. "Finally, just you and I," the voice said, the voice that came from the house and the walls and from the deepest part of her heart.

She felt it in her thighs. There was the quickening and Belinda drew Edgar even deeper inside. He thrust harder. He clenched his jaw and thrust deeper inside and quicker inside and then fully back. Deeper inside as he churned in and out and pumped between her legs. He drank her down with those eyes that held her in his gaze.

Belinda shuddered as her orgasm began and her orgasm became his eruption. Somewhere in her core, it was her heart and maybe his as well. Something had broken wide open and the heat and the cold came together in a crack of lightning and a roll of thunder. Life, death, neither and both, it was all in this orgasm that began inside her. It went through him and back into Belinda.

"Woman," he called her. Belinda felt the hot gush of his seed as it entered her. A pulse and then another and another, he filled her with his heat and longing, he filled her with his love and his life. They were joined in ecstasy. Their hands clasped together as he melted inside and she clung to him.

They were a tangle of sweaty flesh and their breath came in the other's time as the climax began to wane. Belinda kissed his throat and tasted herself on his skin. "Don't be gone when I wake up, okay?"

Edgar smiled and pushed her hair from her face. "I never leave you, my love. I'm always here."

Belinda nodded and kissed his forehead. It was true. He'd never left. No matter what had happened, other lovers, other lives, she had other names and so did he. She knew the truth of it now. Star crossed lovers, Belinda thought as she swept black curls from his damp forehead. Star crossed lovers that were trapped in the see saw, back and forth, somewhere between heaven and hell. They had never been free of the other and yet, they'd never really had each other.

It was time to end it, once and for all, Belinda thought as she closed her eyes. She was spent as she placed her hand on his empty chest. One way or the other, they both had to live.

Or they both had to die.