A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

know. Concentrating on the differences she felt was getting harder by the second as he overtook
every one of her senses. He bit her throat, and it seemed anything that wasn’t making love
disappeared. She let herself get swallowed by the rising passion in her gut.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled against her neck. She moaned louder and buried her face in his
shoulder. He winced when her teeth broke his skin, but the slight pain made every bit of pleasure
more intense. As she lost herself, her teeth dug deeper and harder. He tried to shrug her off, but it
only spurred her on. He wanted to just let her do what she wanted, but the pain was becoming more
of a distraction than an enhancement.
“Ness, stop,” he said in her ear. “Baby, stop biting me.” He kissed her head and pushed against her
with more force.
Renesmee heard his voice, but the words were jumbled. She only felt and tasted as everything in
her world spiraled toward paradise. She was so close she could feel it beginning to tighten in her
abdomen.
Jacob rearranged his hold on her against the tree and grabbed her hair with one hand. He pulled her
back and winced again. He growled as he pushed her harder against the tree and kissed her cheek.
He watched her face as she came undone. Her whole body tensed and tightened around him. The
sensation pushed him over the edge.
Renesmee felt like she’d turned into melted butter as Jacob slowly pulled out and set her back on
her feet. She licked her lips and looked up at him apologetically. He just smirked and kissed her
head. She inspected his shoulder silently. Like every other time she’d bitten him, he was fine. She
kissed the healing mark and leaned back against the tree for support.
“How are you?” he asked.
She took a deep breath and moaned softly as she exhaled. “To say I am deliriously happy would be
an understatement.” She smiled up at him. “How are you?”
“I’m Fantastic.”
“I really love you.”
He leaned down to kiss her lips. “I love you, too.” He stepped back and picked up his shorts.
She followed suit and picked at her shirt. “What should I do about this?”
He pursed his lips. “I don’t know. Should we just run home and see how much more will fall off by
the time we get there?”
She couldn’t help but giggle. “Sure. Before we do, though, should we find my deer? And did you
eat?”
“No, I didn’t. Give me five minutes and I’ll take care of both.” He pushed his shorts down again. “I’ll
be right back.”
“I’m not sure where we are or where I left it.”
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