Thunder Strikes

A year later, Edward and Melody are trying to keep their quite new relationship last. Unfortunately a few somebody's are getting in their way, tensing them up. In times of stress, fear, Joy and promises, the young couple needs to raise two toddlers and learn to be honest to themselves and each other.
And while Edward is distant for reasons Melody is not aware of a new attacker who is waiting for the right time to bite.

Will their bond be strong enough to survive? Or will the someone be able to break it?

Thunder Strikes is a sequel to Starless Sky and Moon Girl.

Get bitten and tag along!



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

- sex
- violence
- angst
- cursing


43. Thunder 42

you're once again notified for EXPLICIT CONTENT ;) another thing i need to warn you for:

this sex scene will contain absuve themes! it's going to get violent and not so much for for Melody. I'm sorry if that upsets you, but it belongs to the story and has a reason!

again: you've been warned!






Take me…’ is my breathy reply as I close my eyes. I know deep down this will cost his last ounce of self-control. But we need this. I just hope I won’t get too hurt in the process.

Edward pushes me roughly back against the wall and I know now, that I indeed have pushed a bit too far. We both have. I moan from the impact my shoulders make against the wall. Fight through it, Melody, I tell myself. He needs it. He needs you.
I’m fast to open his jeans and free his erection. Of course I want this, this connection with him, but not this way. Not after a fight, or when we’re still on weak terms. I have to admit that a night with candles, rose petals and soft light illuminating the room would have been beyond my dreams. But I can give this to him. And enjoy myself while I do.

in a bold move, having made my decision and knowing I’ll suffer from a few bruises and a scratch on my back from the wall, I take his erection in my hands as we kiss ourselves into a new frenzy. He moans and groans into my mouth as I work him with my hand, up and down. He grows larger underneath my fingers and I can’t hold it anymore. And it appears he can’t either. He stops my hand and grabs himself, guiding himself towards my entrance. I’m still having my legs wrapped around him as he holds me against the wall of his bedroom.
the anticipation is testing my patience limits to heights I never knew. When the tip of him has passed my entrance I hold my breath. The feeling is so indescribable. He pushes farther and i whimper, a high pitched sound.

‘Edward,’ I gasp as he pulls out a little before pushing back in. oh! How much this means to me. Every memory of our first night together comes flooding back. His hesitant touches, asking me for permission. But also the excruciating mental and physical pain. The memories overwhelm my mind, senses and heightens the tension in my muscles.
So when Edward thrusts back inside me, going halfway in the feeling he entices from my body doubles. More pleasure. But also more pain. My back is scratching along the wall and I fear there might be open cuts. But I don’t want to care about that. I want to feel the love that the man of my existence gives me. Ignore the pain. Like I have done the last time.

‘Oh shit!’ I yelp when he’s thrusting in a steady rhythm now. All the way in, then halfway out before getting back, ’Edward!’
before I know it, I’m moaning like a crazed woman. Thrashing against him, writhing in pain and the fantastic pleasure he creates.
‘Melody!’ he chants out of breath, keeping his lethal rhythm, unknowingly deepening the cuts in my back. Endure it, Swan. For him.
‘Baby, you feel so good…you…you’re everything to me, damn it!’
And now he’s actually losing it. He’s angry and confused despite the fact that we just spoke about it. But dealing with those facts and accepting it is difficult. I wince, letting out a surprised cry as I feel the grip of his hand too tight around my hip and arm. But the sound fades away when my next cry of ecstasy burns through my throat.

and then Edward slams his hips too rough and it actually hurts me more than I can have. A roar of pain exits my lungs and I lose it myself. I’m sinking. Fading. What do I do? Stop? Go on? I can’t form a coherent sentence. Not when I can’t make out if this is truly in a loving way or not.
with difficulty I focus my eyes on his. And i8 can see how he struggles. But for what? To be gentle?
His thrusts speed up and instead of writhing in pleasure, I’m trying to bear the agony. Wait! Stop! He’s losing himself!
‘Melody!’ he growls, animalistic. Wild. Too wild. I cry back in pain, praying this is over soon. God, why don’t I tell him? I’m paralyzed under the control of my senses, ’Baby I’m so close!’

A harsh sting cuts through my shoulder and I’m now quite positive there’s blood everywhere on the skin of my back. Edward’s nose gets closer to my jugular as he keeps fucking me completely senseless and way too rough. I can have rough. But not like this. Why have I ever tried to convince him that I wasn’t that fragile? I’m not fragile as any human is. But now feeling how strong he actually is, makes me indeed thinner than glass.
I bite back the tears that threaten to break free. I swallow the sobs of disappointment in myself. He’s hurting me. And it’s my own fucking fault that I’m letting him. I can’t be mad at him at all – I pushed him into losing control. And I’ve pushed too far.
His penetration gets irregular, signaling his nearing release. It’s almost over. And then we’ll be separated again. As loving and passionate this started, just as distant and harsh the aftermath will be. And I’m blaming myself for a full hundred percent.

But then something happens. Something that I certainly never expected. But it always ran around in my mind, somewhere hidden.
I feel how Edward stills and then comes, releasing himself into me. but that’s not anything to be fearful of. In any other circumstances I would have enjoyed it just as much as he does, moaning, crying out in ecstasy. But the words stop and faster than imaginary possible his lips are back in my neck, opening up and exposing the rows of razor sharp teeth. Teeth that tear through the flesh of my neck immediately. Teeth that create the beginning of something I can’t stop.


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