A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

copper mess. On top of all that, the run through the trees and branches scraping past had ripped
her clothes in all the right places.
Renesmee shifted enough to see what Jacob was staring at. She couldn’t help but giggle. She laid
her head back down and jutted her chest out. “Tempted?”
He met her eyes and felt her shiver. “So much more than that.” He kissed her again. One hand left
her wrist and slid down to finger a tear near her neckline. “Did you get hurt?”
She shook her head. “No. I don’t feel any pain at all.”
He nodded. “That’s good. You’re so fucking sexy.” His hand continued down to her breast. He
pinched her nipple, exposed from her torn clothing.
She licked her lips and looked around. “How fast do you think we could get home?”
“Not nearly fast enough.” He squeezed her roughly and repositioned himself between her legs. “I
need you right now.”
“Here?”
He nodded and kissed her neck roughly. Her moan made him harder. “There’s nothing around but
wildlife. We won’t get caught.”
She swallowed and gave in to desire. “Okay.”
Jacob pulled himself away from her to stand up and take off his shorts. As he did, she got up to take
her own off as well. He grabbed her up in a frantic kiss, so eager to finally be inside her again. Her
arms and legs wrapped around him.
She pulled back a little when she tasted his blood. His lip was bleeding. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
He shook his head and pressed her back against the nearest tree. “Don’t be.” He kissed her softly
one more time then reached down to get himself into position. “I love you.”
She kept eye contact with him as he slipped inside. Her body jerked when it was too much too fast.
She whimpered and licked her lips. “Slower, Jake.”
He nodded and tried to keep himself under control. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back,
moving slowly until he was all the way in. “Goddammit, you’re fucking tight.” She wasn’t as pliant as
she had been before. It added a different dimension and a new level of pleasure.
Renesmee arched her back and fisted her hands in his hair. “Is it different from the last time?” she
asked breathlessly.
He nodded and kissed her. “Yes.” Another kiss. “And no.” His arms tightened around her, holding
her closer to his body as he gave in to the desire for more friction. “Fuck, Ness . . . It’s still . . . Jesus .
. .” It was too difficult to focus on words. Instead, he dipped his head and kissed her throat.
There was a part of her that wanted to know if he liked it better now or if he preferred her as a
human. Even though she couldn’t do anything either way, something deep inside her needed to
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