Twilight, Found Family, BDSM
Bella couldn’t accept how easy it was to lose something important.
Edward was her love, meaning, and the sole purpose of existence, but his family snuck their way into her heart just as easily. She devoured their – ironic – warmth and inhaled the acceptance. With its lack, a dark hole drilled into her body and paralyzed her limbs.
“Who cares,” Edward whispered into her ear. The tiles of a flogger glided along her stomach making her shiver. “It’s you and me that matters.”
She couldn’t resist him. She would follow his voice into the depths of hell, do the most unspeakable of things just for a chance to please him and hear him praise her. Silky haze embraced her with every single one of his gestures, took control of her reason every time he as much as looked at her.
But when it was over and she found herself alone, again, in her old, childish bedroom, the thoughts exploded in a cacophony of sounds and colours, and doubts, and shame. Without trying, the Cullens were more of a family to her than her own ever could be in spite of their pathetic attempts at trips and jokes, and loving conversations. And now, on her way to finding herself, she was losing them.
It was either one or the other. But each time the logical side of her came to a decision, Edward appeared in all of his glistening glory. He put one of his hands on her back, and the other gripped her throat, pushing her slowly onto the bed, her back arched, her neck sensitive to his cold, cold lips.
She no longer remembered what she wanted to say.