Starless Sky [completed]

After having spend the summer with the Cullens, in LA and with Charlie; Melody gets back to Forks High School. it's a brand new year full of unexpected surprises and things you'd never thought were existing.

After a small incident, things go wrong - Bella gets depressive and Melody runs away.
But what happens if the past all comes flooding back? is there danger lurking?

What if she can't protect her family from herself and the ghosths of her past? And worse.. how will Edward react?

Starless Sky is the sequel to Moon Girl


This story is RATED 18+ / NC-17 which means the following:

- violence
- angst
- cursing
- sexual acts/ suggestive themes


7. Desperation

 WARNING:  this story is rated for a reason and that very reason is right below! just so you know. 


I froze – something in the back of my mind wanted to stop it, but my heart didn’t. Everything in me screamed to give in and stop thinking for a while.

I relaxed myself, letting it happen and trying to kiss him back. I noticed his hand grabbed my hair and I followed by doing the same. I reached upwards, taking a handful of his soft, bronze locks into my tiny hands. His lips caressed mine in the most sensual way, his nose brushing mine.

The last chance. Our last chance.

Our kiss quickly changes from soft and innocent to intense and desperate. When I heard Edward moan against my mouth I lost every single train of thought.

The pain seeps between our lips, during the fervently fight and fear for the loss we were going to face later on.

I would never see him again.

Abruptly, we weren’t outside anymore. It was warm, dry and the light was sharp. I let go of Edward’s lips and took in my surroundings.

We were in his room. I looked around, seeing a soft light standing on his bedside table, next to his huge king-sized bed. I didn’t knew he had one.

I couldn’t stop the blush the warmed my cheeks as I gasped for breath, still dizzy from the kiss we shared. I look him right in the eye, “Why – “


Edward was insatiable. I couldn’t even ask him why we were in his room and why he wanted this because his lips already claimed mine again.

I wanted to know why, and if he wouldn’t regret the obvious step we were about to take. I didn’t get why he never wanted this with Bella – they didn’t even kiss this way. Her mind was clear enough about that. Was there a possible chance that he actually wanted me? Was this a test? To make sure if he’d chosen the right sister?

I was getting mad with questioning myself.

When Edward started to raise my wet T-shirt, every rational thought left my overactive mind. His hands were at my face, my neck, my hair, my arms, my back. It was overwhelming.

His icy hands were laying tentatively at my scorching waist. My body was on fire, while we kept kissing, only taking time to breath fewer breaths before claiming each other again.

Edward shoved the material over my bra, revealing the nude colored lace that covered my breasts. He let go of my lips to tug the damp material of my shirt over my head and arms, freeing me.

He started to softly kiss alongside my neck, my collarbones as I gasped the whole time, trying to control myself.

Nervously, not really knowing what to do, I started to open his shirt revealing his muscled chest for me, inch by inch.  Edward kept kissing me on several places above my shoulders, as I pushed his shredded shirt down his arms, my fingers trembling. He let the garment fall on the floor, his eyes burning black now.

I felt something tighten in my belly at the way he looked at me, while my face started to get redder than red. I placed my hands on his chest, mesmerized by the temperature and the way he was chiseled. I’d never seen so much beauty in a man – from inside and out.

Edward’s hands enclosed my waist again, before meeting my lips with an intensity that made me moan softly.

Our hands were everywhere , touching caressing and exploring. Edward smoothed his hands over my curves making me feel so special. As if I was the only one existing in his world. But he’d said the opposite. I whimpered as the pain once again struck me, pushing my lips even more fervent against his. Hesitating and torturing slow, I felt Edward’s hand slide to the clasp of my bra. I gasp against his mouth, never expecting that I wanted him to open it.

Edward stopped kissing me, resting his head against my forehead, asking me for permission with his eyes. I look back, nodding.

I wanted this.


That realization made my belly tighten again while the peaks on the tops of my breasts hardened as his other hand left a trail of goose bumps alongside the outlines of the mounds. Kissing my neck once more, he opened the clasp and I immediately felt the material loosen from my body.

His musician fingers, gently peeled of the straps from my shoulders and I breathed his name in wonder, when the nude-colored lace fell down my arms, in a pile at my feet.



He silenced me by claiming my lips, growling in which I thought was an appreciating manner. I gasped for air when I felt a rush of wetness seep into my panties. Edward growled loudly – He’d probably smelled it. I wanted to shy away from him, feeling not so sure so all of the sudden. He wouldn’t let me though.

He pushed me closer to his chest, and I went wild at feeling nothing than skin against skin. It was pure heaven. I whimpered when Edward started exploring my breasts, ghosting his hands over the soft scorching flesh. I grabbed hold of his neck and hair with both hands, standing on my toes to be able to reach him. In a brave move, Edward brushed his thumb over my nipple, making it even harder. My eyes rolled back as I arched myself towards him, unconsciously, letting out a higher pitched moan.  I never knew such a simple touch could electrify my body, sending shocks through my veins.  

He kept toying with the rosy buds for a while, making me whimper and groan every time he hit a right spark. His kisses were something I’d never grow tired of. The feel of his lips dancing with mine was utter perfection.

When he stopped his ministrations at my chest, and held back his head, I opened my eyes to look at him.


What happened it that moment only could be described as magical. I saw everything in his eyes. His pain, his rage, his worries , his honesty. I was able to look right into his soul, even though he claimed he didn’t have one. But I had the proof right here. I was sure he saw mine. I was positive he could see my pain, rage, worries and my not so pure side reflected in his. It’s like we melted together. We were made for one another, not able to live apart.

But we had to. We needed to survive it.

Golden eyes looking into golden eyes, like watching a beautiful sunrise.

Dark together with dark, haunted by the ghosts of both our pasts.

And Myth smoothing with Myth.

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