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What if the choice you made is wrong? Isabella falls into a charmed life as the new bride of Carlisle Cullen. When she meets his unpredictable heir and nephew, Edward, she is forced to question who she is, what she wants, and the life she has chosen. AHAU
Hi, I’m EdwardsBloodType, lover of all things angsty and debauched. When I was asked to do a guest review of a WIP I loved, I immediately said I wanted to do this one, because not only is it exceptionally well written, it is different from almost every story out there, and the story takes me out of my comfort zone in the best ways.
I spend most of my fic reading time solely focused on Edward and Bella in high school, or fics featuring E & B wild and crazy in their twenties. I prefer not to read about Bella with any other character as a love interest unless of course, she’s having a three, four or fivesome, (wink wink) and then it’s anything goes.
But WTLO is in fact, a twenty-two year old Bella, and the story of how she falls in love with a forty year old Carlisle. Now, don’t get me wrong… I’m all for the idea of an older woman with a younger man because I always say, “Who needs a mountain lion when you have a Cougar?” (Please tell me you get that Twilight reference)… But an older man with a younger woman? I admit, initially I was skeptical, because there’s always the chance of a gold-digger/ kinky Daddy dynamic waiting to happen, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but not really my cup of tea. But while he’s almost a father figure to Bella, this Carlisle is sexy as hell, rich, indulgent, and slightly dominant which Bella finds intimidating, yet entirely appealing. The bonus part is that he makes his home in the gorgeous country of Italy on his vineyard where the story takes place. The unlikely couple actually meet on a flight where Carlisle immediately sweeps Bella off her feet, enticing her with his maturity and his charm. She, in all her inexperience and naiveté, cannot resist him.
He stands still as a statue beside me. “Isabella?”
I lift my eyes to meet his, and face him. This is it.
“Yes?”
He clears his throat, and I watch as he swallows hard. “I want to ask you something, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to say yes.”
At this moment, there are very few requests from him that I would answer ‘no’ to.
“Okay,” I reply.
“Would you like to… I would like it if you would accompany me to the vineyard. To my home. I feel… I don’t know quite how to say this, but, I feel like I want to get to know you, and I’m not ready to say goodbye at this moment. You can say no. If this is making you uncomfortable, then I’m sorry.”
Slow -motion. Somewhere inside me, I know that this is pivotal, that my answer will change the course of my life. I blush, flattered that he wants to be around me as much as I do him. The red letter voice is telling me that I am crazy, but every other part of me, my heart and, my body is urging… yes. Say yes.
“I…”
His hand. It comes up. It’s touching my face, brushing the hair out of my eyes. My knees are on the verge of buckling. Say yes.
“Yes. I’ll go with you.” I barely say it. I want him to keep his hand on my cheek. Each touch he has given me has made me want more and more. More words, more touches, more of him, more Carlisle.
Bella stays as a guest in his home, being lavished with fine food, learning about wine, and going shopping with Carlisle’s secretive housekeeper, Rosalina. During her stay, Carlisle and Bella fall deeply in love, the passion igniting and taking them both by storm.
CherryBlossomz, with her extraordinary writing, allows you to feel what Bella is experiencing whereby you fall in love with Carlisle, too. You root for them, swooning at the sweet gestures he makes, the gentle yet seductive way he speaks to her, and the tender touches shared between them.
Finally, finally, finally, he is inside me. It’s like getting that thing you have always wanted but never dreamed could be yours. He holds me against the book case with ease, and his initial fever is at bay now that he can feel my wet flesh around him. His lips surround each of mine, one at a time, over and over again in a seemingly endless kiss. His hips move into me like waves, a gentle hypnotic rhythm, and his flesh inside me feels utterly perfect.
I don’t know how I will ever be able to stop. I’m afraid that now that I have felt him this way I will never be able to go back to my old life. I will always want to feel him inside me. I will always be dreaming of the next time we can touch. His hands in my hair are so gentle. His thumbs brush against the sides of my jaw. His tongue darts out and touches mine, and then our mouths cover each other with no beginning and no end. The kiss mirrors the motion of our bodies, deepening the connection. His hands journey down to my hips, then my backside. He grips me harder and lifts me up a bit more, then pulls himself out of me so that just the tip of his hardness lingers inside. He stops kissing me and looks in my eyes with just that thick, hot piece of him teasing my entrance.
They are absolutely made for one another.
Only, there’s a catch.
In the prologue which is clearly set in the future, we catch a glimpse of Bella in the throes of passion. However, it’s not with her husband, Carlisle. The guilt of adultery and the remorse of loving another man disappear when Edward is inside of her. At this point in the story, we have not formally met Edward other than in the prologue. But what is intriguing is that Bella is in now love with Edward, and we have no idea, with all that she and Carlisle have, how she got there. The prologue leaves us in a cliffhanger, just as the two lovers are about to be caught…
We only have a few more minutes, and he knows it. He moans and his hands glide over me urgently, making memories. “I’ll think about you tonight, when I’m alone. I’ll think about this,” he whispers against my lips in a gritty voice, and his rough fingertips tickle my ribs as they slide from my neck to my hips.
I dig my nails into his shoulder. “You’ll think about me when you’re with her,” I accuse him, and he says nothing. His touch gets rougher because he knows that I’m right…and he hates it. So do I.
He’s angry. The desk rattles as he becomes more forceful with my body. It’s a dangerous sound, but I’m so close and he’s so close…our need to feel release overtakes our need to conceal this tryst. We only have this brief time to make our forbidden dreams of each other come true.
I place the palm of one hand on the desk, and one around his neck, in an effort to lift myself up, to try to stay quiet…and to let him get as deep as he can.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him, and his eyes flash to mine. He knows what this means.
“But, Bella…”
“Don’t pull out. Don’t stop. I want you inside me. Come inside me…Edward, please…”
“Fuck.” He closes his eyes. He forgets where we are. He forgets himself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” his words match the speed of his thrusts. His usual effort to be gentle is gone.
The desk bangs and slams into the wall, as his body bangs and slams against mine. His lips are at my ear. “Shit. Bella, I’m gonna come. Say it…”
“I love you…”
“Again.” He pulls me into him, tightly pinning my body to his. I wrap my legs around his waist and say the words that I know he needs to hear.
“Edward, I love you…”
With the Lights Out is the perfect mix of romance, intrigue and hot sex. I am so excited to see where CherryBlossomz takes this, and what the final outcome will be. Please check the story out. You’ll never look at an older man the same way again.
So. I don’t even know what to say about this fic, except that it’s well-written and I can’t wait to find out what the hell is going on. And Jesusfuckingchrist–the prologue. oh my god. I will come back and review this when the story completes!
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