A tragic accident separated Edward and Bella, forcing them down paths they never envisioned. What happens when they find themselves torn between having what they always wanted and honoring commitments made? AH, Rated M for language & lemons

Trembling as he lifted my hips higher and paused to nip teasingly at my inner thighs, I let out a frustrated sound. His tongue soothed the place his teeth had just been before returning to lick and suck at the spot he knew I liked. He tried so hard, always, to please me.

Get over it, Bella. Focus…

Eyes clamping shut, perspiration beading on my brow, moans–his and mine intermingling to form a sensual beat–weaving around the room as he alternated sliding his fingers agonizingly slow inside of me, then faster. It all felt so good. I can do this…

Teeth grazed my sensitive clit and I instinctively arched my back, moaning. I was on the brink, precariously teetering on the edge. His moans seemed distant and continuously sent small, delightful tremors dancing through my body. Reaching down, I began to run my hand through his hair.

Then I shut down.

This was wrong.

His hair was too short, too spiky, too… something.

Just…wrong.

Not soft and silky and thick and everything that I needed to feel in that moment. Not the same. Never the same… Panic flooded through me, the swift realization that I was going to have to fake it–again–hitting me.

Again, he grabbed me by my upper arms and held me out at arm's length so he could look into my eyes. Reaching out to touch his face again and biting my lip, I winced slightly at the dull pain of his fingers digging into my skin. He jerked his face away from my touch as he studied me intently, his menacing glare never dissipating.

For the briefest moment, I was afraid. Afraid that I had pushed him too far that time; that I had hurt him deeper than he was willing to accept. He shoved me down on the bed as tears started to stream down my face.

“Goddamn it, Bella. I'm not fucking doing this with you anymore.” He grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled them roughly up his legs.

Not even glancing back at me as he strode angrily toward the door, he called back over his shoulder in a taunting, cold voice. “He left you. He isn’t coming back to you. And if you don’t fucking stop what you’ve been doing, you’re going to end up losing everything and everyone you love. Get it through your head, Bella,” he continued, intent on letting me have it. “Edward is not coming back to you. Ever.”