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Amongst the utter chaos that surrounds raising a half-vampire daughter, Bella can often find it hard to keep up. Her not-so-little girl is already almost as tall as her, and she hasn’t been on the earth for more than a few years. She isn’t always the best mother, at least from her own point of view — Edward reassures her otherwise on a daily basis, but it’s his job to say nice things to his wife, isn’t it?

Still, there’s one thing she knows she does right. And that is making time to go to the small public library in Forks every week, with a little scrap of paper clutched between her fingers. Scrawled across the papers in a neat script are Renesmee’s book requests for the week, and Bella is happily bound to her duty of picking the books up for her daughter.

Bella’s own mother would have tossed four year old Bella the car keys and sent her to the library herself.

Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. But not much.

First, she heads to the horseshoe shaped desk where the librarian sits. The French tips on her nails tap away at the keyboard, a sound that would be almost silent to everyone else. But to Bella, she might as well be hammering away on a typewriter. “Just a moment, dear,” The librarian mutters when she notices Bella approaching, not so much as glancing up from her computer screen.

Bella gives a noncommittal hum in response and adjusts the strap of the tote bag on her shoulder as she glances around the library. It’s just as empty as it usually is when she pops in on a Thursday afternoon, but there’s something… Different. A scent in the air that she can’t quite place. In her time as a vampire she’s grown used to smelling humans all the time, to dealing with the faint copper scent lingering in her nostrils whenever they’re near. But this smell is much more… sweet.

“What can I help you with?” Bella forces her attention back to the librarian when she hears her voice.

“Um, I just have some books to return,” Bella mumbles. She struggles to concentrate on something other than that smell as she opens up her tote bag and pulls out the stack of Renesmee’s finished books. The girl is a quick reader, easily getting through five a week.

“Did Renesmee enjoy her selection this week?” The librarian questions as she reaches across the desk and takes the books from Bella. She checks them for damage, flicking through the pages to search for wear and tear, before setting the books to the side. The librarian knows fine well that Renesmee would never damage a book, the girl cherishes them far too much. But she still has to at least pretend to check.

“Yeah,” Bella gives a distracted nod as her golden eyes flicker around the room again. “Definitely.”

When the librarian finishes processing the book return, Bella finally abandons the desk to take a walk around the library. She pretends she’s searching the shelves, glancing between Renesmee’s paper in her hand and the books neatly arranged around her. But she can’t concentrate. She has to find the source of that smell before it drives her insane. She can feel her fingers twitching at her side, like they want to reach out and grab the scent in the air.

As an elderly lady with short white curls and pale, freckled skin passes her, Bella attempts to be subtle about leaning just a tiny bit closer and taking a sniff. Nope. She just smells like the posh perfume lingering on her soft blue coat, and hard candies.

Bella leaves the woman behind in the romance section and follows the aroma, as though there is a physical trail leading her towards the source. There is only one other person in the cramped library, a woman stretching up on her tiptoes to reach a book on one of the higher shelves. Being so close to her, the scent is now almost suffocating. Bella licks her lips and makes a beeline for her.

She swallows down the nervous lump in her throat as she approaches the woman. Part of her wants to offer to get the book for her, but it’s not like she could reach it, even if she took a running jump. Could she just climb the shelf? She’s pretty good at climbing these days… No, that would be weird as hell. So, she glances around for a moment before finding a stool and humming in victory. In a few long strides, she picks up the stool and carries it over to the struggling woman, feeling quite like a knight in shining armour in that moment.

“Here,” Bella clears her throat to get her attention. Her breath catches when the woman turns around to face her. She’s stunning. Bella thought the Cullens — and some of their friends — were the most beautiful people to walk the earth, but this girl… God, she could put the most gorgeous vampire in the world to shame. It makes her feel incredibly nervous all of a sudden, almost speechless. She only manages to force some words out when she realises she’s just standing there staring like a creep. “I, uh…” Bella whispers uselessly and holds the stool out. “You were, um… You couldn’t reach, so…”

“Oh. Thanks,” The stranger’s lips turn up into a sweet smile as she takes the stool from Bella. Bella thinks she might faint. The girl’s warm fingers brush against her own icy ones for just a moment when she hands the stool over, but it’s enough. Enough for a deep, twisting pain to settle in Bella’s heart — so brutal it ignites the memory of how her chest felt right after her nightmares when Edward left her. Bella gasps as her head spins and her gut clenches unpleasantly. A concerned furrow dips the stranger’s brows as she watches Bella. In that soft voice, she asks, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Bella parts her lips, lets out a shaky exhale and takes a step back. That one step away from the girl makes her feel like she needs to throw up. Her mind screams at her to close the distance again, to stay close to her. What the hell is going on? Her heart feels as though it might tear in half if she places another foot in the wrong direction. “Yeah.. Uh, you’re welcome…” Bella mumbles before turning away, ignoring the ache in her stomach as she leaves the stranger behind and rushes out of the library.

She heads straight to her car without Renesmee’s books and slams the door behind her as she flops into the driver’s seat. Burying her face in her hands, she takes a shaky breath — for the first time since becoming a vampire, not including when she fakes it around Charlie. Her whole body feels as though it is on fire, like she might explode at any moment.

Despite not being in the same building as the girl anymore, her sweet, sweet scent still lingers in Bella’s nose as though she’s right there. It makes a puddle of drool form in her mouth as her mind strays to a dangerous place. If she smells so good, she must taste absolutely divine—

“Fuck,” Bella hisses and smacks the steering wheel with the heel of her palm. “God damn it. Don’t think like that!” She continues to scold herself and let out muttered strings of curses as she starts the car up, the soft purr of the engine doing nothing to drown out her thoughts while she pulls out of the car park and speeds down the street. Desperately trying to put as much space between herself and that girl as possible before she marches back into that library and does something she regrets.

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“We’ll take it slow, doll… promise.”

The rough calluses on his hands make you shudder as they rub over the soft skin of your thighs. He takes care in pushing them apart, watching with heavy eyes as the action causes the hem of your short black dress to ride up. As the black fabric bunches up around your waist, more of your pretty thighs are revealed to him… as well as your cute, white panties.

It’s hard for you to wrap your head around how… gentle he is, when the two of you are alone. You think back to when his men first found you in the woods and dragged you in front of him, throwing you down at his feet. The remarks he’d made that drew a chorus of twisted laughs and jeers from the Saviours. He was so sweet while convincing you to marry him over the past few weeks, but at your actual wedding just an hour earlier, he’d been… different. He’s manipulating someone in this situation. And you can only hope it’s not you.

For now, you’re willing to enjoy your wedding night with him. Pushing the looking reminder of his duty to his other wives to the back of your mind and trying not to compare your inexperienced self to them.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Negan whispers reverently and uses the heels of his palms to shove your dress up further. You never thought you’d have a short, tight, black number for a wedding dress. But you know he can’t exactly whip a beautiful white wedding gown out of thin air in the middle of the apocalypse, so you don’t dare complain. “Prettier than the rest of ‘em…”

You almost feel guilty for the rush of pride those words send through you. Prettier than his other wives.

He probably says that to all of them, the nagging voice in the back of your head screams.

You tell it to shut the fuck up, and focus your attention back on your new husband.

His fingertips squeeze at the meat of your thigh, kneading it beneath his palm as an appreciative groan leaves him. You can already see him straining against his jeans, and the thought of him already being so hard makes your head spin. He presses you back against the pillows and crawls over you, pushing his hips against your thigh to let you feel him.

A delighted grin spreads across his face when he hears the little gasp tumbling past your lips. His eyes sparkle and he lets out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, baby? You feel that? That’s all for you,” Negan purrs and pushes himself against your supple thigh, watching the meat dimple under his clothed cock. “Makin’ me so damn hard already…”

“Can I feel?” You ask in an almost nervous voice. Your fingers twitch against the sheets as you wrestle with the desire to touch him before you have his permission.

Negan releases a gruff chuckle and moves his hand, letting his long fingers wrap around your wrist. He guides your hand to his crotch and urges in a little whisper, “Go ahead, baby.”

After swallowing down the lump of nerves sticking in your throat, you reach out and tentatively brush your fingertips against the tent in his jeans. You can tell Negan is keeping himself still to allow you to take your time, can tell by the almost imperceptible tremble in his thighs. It makes some unfamiliar feeling stir in your gut. Watching him carefully, you cup his dick and start to rub your palm against him.

The deep groan that leaves him at your touch flares that feeling in your gut to almost unbearable levels. You can feel heat pooling between your thighs, a slight throbbing sensation in your cunt at the knowledge that you’re making him feel good. “That’s it, doll… Just you take your time and have a feel…”

Spurred on by his words, you start to gain confidence. You palm him a little harder through his pants, watching with pure satisfaction as he sinks his teeth into his lower lip to stifle a grunt. “You’re so hard,” You whisper in wonder.

“Yeah,” Negan responds around a soft laugh. “Yeah, I am. Your fault.”

“My fault?” You repeat and move to pop the button of his jeans with your thumb. “But I didn’t do anything?”

Negan seems to forget what he was talking about as he watches you pop his button, his breathing already coming in short bursts. His brain short circuits for a second before he mutters, “I know… But I’ve wanted to fuck your brains out since we first found you in the woods… Every time I see that pretty face of yours, I get hard. Can’t help it.”

Before you can respond, he dips down and catches your mouth in a needy kiss, his lips moving with yours so desperately it makes your head spin. His tongue swipes over your lower lip and you part your lips for him without hesitation, letting him slip into your mouth and explore every inch of it. You kiss him back greedily and slide down his zipper before tugging his jeans down around his thighs.

“Get my boxers, too.. That’s a good girl…” Negan whispers against your lips before diving back in and claiming your mouth.

Your hands have a slight tremble to them as pure need courses through you, diluted just a touch by the nerves that are beginning to rise up. You hook your index finger in the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear. You pull back from the kiss to glance down at it, your breath hitching when you see the girth of the tanned, hard flesh. His tip is red and already starting to bead with precum, a thick vein branching down the underside of his shaft. You find yourself wanting to rub yourself on that vein, to grind on the ridges of it against his skin.

“I…” Your breath catches in your throat once again as your hand reaches down to experimentally touch him, to see what his skin down there feels like. It’s softer than you thought. “Negan. This isn’t going to fit.”

Negan barks out a gruff laugh at that and seizes your jaw in his rough hand, tilting your head up to make you look at him instead of his cock. “Baby, it’ll fit. I’ll make it fit.”

“What if it hurts?” You mumble. There’s a sudden feeling of insecurity gripping at your heart. What if you can’t take him and he just throws you aside? What if he decides you can’t satisfy him and goes to another wife?

“It won’t. I’ll go nice and slow for you. Promise,” He assures you, his tone carrying some sincerity to it now as he rubs his thumb almost tenderly over your chin. “I won’t hurt you. Not on purpose… Unless you ask.”

You manage a laugh at those last three words, shaking your head fondly. After a moment of hesitation, you ask quietly, “Maybe… Don’t put it in yet?”

“Of course, doll,” Negan inclines his head in a short nod, wrapping his hand around his aching length and giving it a few slow strokes. You watch with fascinated eyes as the skin gathers around the bottom of the tip on every upward stroke, before he pulls it back again. “God, baby girl…. Just looking at you spread out like this with those little panties showing is already driving me mad.”

“That’s because you’re a perverted old man…“ You tease. “Getting all worked up over some young girl’s panties.”

“Not just any young girl…” Negan murmurs and leans down to start leaving slow, hot kisses along your jaw. “My new wife.”

“Your new wife,” You repeat. God, those words just feel right. Even if you’ve only known him for a short amount of time… It’s like you were meant to hold that title.

“Love these little panties,” Negan’s voice is a deep rumble as he moves his fingers to the slightly damp material, rubbing your clit through the fabric. When the friction of them against your most sensitive spot makes you gasp, he grins and presses down a little harder. “That feel good, baby?”

“Yeah,” You respond and nod eagerly, so hard you almost make yourself dizzy.

He chuckles and rubs you for a moment longer, his fingers circling around your clit through your panties, before his hand pulls back. He shushes you when you let out a little whine, takes hold of his cock and starts rubbing the head over that same spot. He grunts as he feels your panties against his cock, and watches with dark eyes as your face twists in pleasure. “Fuck.. Can feel how wet you are for me, princess…” He murmurs. “Love feeling my cock against your little pussy, don’t you? Can’t fuckin’ wait to be inside you…”

Negan starts to slowly rock his hips, grinding his cock against your panties. You gasp and moan as he traps the material between the two of you, sliding it against your pussy. “Negan..”

“I know, baby…” Negan coos, watching with a barely suppressed curse as the soaked material bunches around your labia, making it stand out to him. “God damn it. Sayin’ hi to me, huh?” He hisses, precum leaking from his tip and soaking your little white panties further. They’re almost see through at this point, he can see the pink flesh peeking at him from beneath.

You move your hips with him, ragged gasps leaving your parted lips each time he slides against you so perfectly. “Negan, please..”

“Gonna move this out the way.. Let me get a look at her, okay?” Negan whispers, shifting around to start pushing aside the material of your underwear.

“Her?” You repeat curiously.

“Your sweet little cunt,” The casual tone of voice Negan uses paired with that wolfish grin makes your face flare with heat. It only grows when he catches sight of you. He returns his concentration to the wonder in front of him, pushing the fabric aside to reveal your pretty pussy to him. He moans just from being able to see you for the first time, dipping his head a tiny bit to spit on it.

His tip starts sliding against you again, this time without the material between you. You moan in unison as he glides his shaft between your wet folds, his hands sure to leave fingerprint shaped bruises on your thighs by the time he’s finished with you. The little wet sounds that fill the room are absolutely sinful, the head of his cock pressing against your clit with every slow thrust of his hips.

“God, baby, your pussy’s so ready for me…” He grunts and takes his cock in his hand, tapping it a few times against your pink pearl. “Fuck… Please let me put it in just a bit, doll… Promise I won’t go too far.”

At this point, you would do anything to quench the ache inside you, the emptiness you feel. Honestly, you would let him put it in all the way if he wants to, but some part of you feels like extending this sweet torture for a little longer… There’s just something so exciting about having him right here, so close to taking you, but making him wait.

“Okay… Just a little bit,” You agree in a soft whisper, trying to at least act like you aren’t just as desperate for this as he is.

He can see right through you, especially with your face so flushed and those pupils of yours blown so wide your eyes look black. But he doesn’t say a damn thing.

He takes his cock in his hand again and carefully guides his head to your entrance. He lets it slide between your lips for another short moment, teasing the both of you by prolonging this, before pressing it into you. He curses under his breath, already feeling how tight and warm you are. It’s an internal struggle to not just slam himself inside you and pound you into his bed, but he somehow manages to hold back. He actually cares about you. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

“Don’t know what you do to me, princess,” He groans, pushing in until just the head of his dick sits inside you. He watches you gasp and grip at the sheets, concern furrowing at his brows. “Sore?” He inquires in a soft voice. When you shake your head, he pulls the tip back out and slides it back in. “Good girl… Feel so good already, honey,” Negan grunts.

“Yeah?” You ask and hesitate before starting to move with him, gasping each time the head slides in.

“Yeah… God, I think I’m gonna cum already,” Negan gasps. “You’re so fucking good… Gonna make me cum, baby. Is that okay?”

All you can do in response is nod eagerly and start taking his tip a little faster. In an attempt to stifle a moan, you bite down hard on your lower lip when he slips his hand between you and starts paying attention to your clit again.

“Ah-ah,” Negan scolds and uses the thumb of his free hand to carefully pull your lip out from under the attack of your teeth. “Let me hear you, doll. Want to hear how I make you feel.”

It’s a little embarrassing at first, but you soon forget about that with the mixed pleasure of his cock just barely breaching you and his skilled, rough fingers work at your bundle of nerves. Soon enough, you’re moaning unabashedly, the sounds meeting Negan’s grunts and tangling together in the atmosphere of the room.

“That’s it.. That’s it.. Shit, baby. Gonna cum.. Gonna..” Negan cuts himself off with a strangled gasp as he quickly pulls the head out. Cum leaks out of him and drips down the glistening head of his cock as he rubs it against you, groaning softly. The sticky substance pools on your folds and coats your clit, succeeding in his mission of leaving you a complete mess. It’s so fucking hot knowing you’re covered in him, that you made him feel so good to release so fast. Negan’s seed covering your pearl makes the slide of his fingers over it so much more pleasant, and you follow him over the edge moments later.

With a gasp of his name, your thighs begin to shake and your first orgasm washes over you. You squeeze your eyes shut and relax into the intense tingles that run through your pussy, the almost unbearable heat pooling in your gut. You writhe beneath him as he helps you through it, his middle finger pushing your clit around in little torturous circles.

“Good girl…” Negan purrs. “So pretty, cumming for me like that…”

The aftershocks make your body jolt a little as he pulls his hand away from your cunt and instead rubs soothing circles into your thighs, whispering soft praises to you. He kisses your forehead and buries his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent with a content sigh.

“Felt so good,” You pant when you finally regain the ability to speak and rest your head on his shoulder, your cheek nuzzling into the fabric of his white button-down shirt. “Don’t want it to end…”

“Good,” Negan grunts and hooks his hands under your thighs, dragging you further down the bed towards him and grinning as you giggle. “‘Cause I’m not finished with you yet, baby… Not tonight, and not for the rest of our lives. Every damn night you’ll let me, I’m having you. That alright with you?”

There isn’t even a moment of hesitation.