An army of vampires were on their way to Forks to kill Bella and the pack was the least bit happy about it. Even though they got the chance to kill several vampires, they were tired of the problems that seemed to chase Bella Swan wherever she went. It was a little over a year since they'd adamantly chased after the red-headed bloodsucker, failing at catching her at every turn. Now, they were dragged into the horror show that was to come.

The Cullens had taken it upon themselves to train the pack on how to kill vampires without getting killed in the process. They wouldn't be able to charge in as a group and go after one vampire at a time, obviously.

Today, the wolves were given the day off but patrols still ensued as usual. While Jasper, Edward, Bella, and Jacob geared up and made final battle preparations, the rest of the pack was granted a much-needed day off. It was a chance to recharge their weary bodies and minds, knowing that they would need all their strength to take on the newborns the next day.

Sam had caught everyone -- the tribe elders, the imprintees, and the wolves -- up to date with the plans. The elders would ensure that the locals of the reservation, as well as the imprintees, kept away from Forks while the pack would fight the newborns alongside the Cullens.

Paul's old truck rumbled up the dirt road to his small cabin as the sun began to set. Lucia looked out the passenger window, her stomach in knots. She had agreed to stay at Paul's home during the fight, to not only ease her worry but his as well. Lucia knew Paul was capable -- he could handle his own and his anger towards the vampires will make it easier for him to take them out. But, there was always a possibility that they may get an opening and he may end up dead or worse.

As Paul parked and cut the engine, Lucia took a deep breath, trying to push down her worries. She shouldered her overnight bag and walked beside him up the path to the front door which he held open for her to walk inside. When they stepped inside, Paul flicked on the lamp by the door to bathe the rustic living space in a warm yellow light. Her eyes danced across his home, admiring the warmth that seemingly emitted from every corner.

"Make yourself at home," he said.

Lucia quietly walked to the sofa and took a seat, placing her bag out of the way. Had she not been so consumed by worry she might've been a bit bashful at staying home alone with Paul for the first time. She couldn't bother with that, however. Not when Paul was going out to fight and risk his life. Paul eyed her for a moment before moving to kindle the fire.

Once he was done, he swiftly made his way towards her and sat down next to her, bringing her close and tucking her into his side. He laced their fingers together, gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.

Lucia's thoughts drifted once more, taking note of the silence that enclosed the cabin. Seeking a distraction, she asked softly, "Where are your parents?"

Paul was silent a moment. "I live alone," he said finally. "It's just been me. I moved out the day I turned 18 and, never looked back."

She felt him shift slightly, his hand tightening around hers. "My dad was never really in the picture. Drank too much, wasn't good for much else. And my mom split when I was young, never heard from her after that."

His tone was flat as if the telling of it no longer held any power to hurt. She lifted their joined hands, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. The simple gesture caused Paul to relax with a content hum. As Lucia's hand stayed nested in his, Paul pressed a kiss to her forehead in return.

Lucia's voice was soft as she spoke. "I can't help but worry for tomorrow. What if..."

She trailed off, not wanting to give voice to her fears. But Paul heard them all the same. He turned toward her, releasing her hand so he could face her properly. "Don't worry," he said gently. "I'll be careful, I promise. It's what we are born to do."

But Lucia wasn't so easily convinced. "Of course, I'm going to worry. Anything could happen out there." She tightened her fingers around his. "You're not invincible, Paul. I just..."

Her eyes shone with unshed tears and he pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her hair. "I know, my love. I'm scared too," he admitted in a quiet voice. Paul drew back just enough to look Lucia in the eyes. "I will come back to you."

But Lucia shook her head, another tear escaping down her cheek. "You don't know that. As much as I want to believe you will, anything could happen."

Paul brushed the tear away gently. "You have to trust me," he urged, though even he knew it wasn't that simple.

Taking a deep breath, Lucia gazed back at him steadily. "I do trust you because I..."

She trailed off, the weight of the words both terrifying and exhilarating. Paul held his breath, hoping against hope he'd heard her right.

In a whisper, Lucia finished: "I love you, Paul. And because I love you so much, that's exactly why I worry. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Lucia's last words hung heavy in the air between them. Paul pulled Lucia into his lap so she faced him, her legs straddling his hips. He met her gaze, hoping his eyes conveyed all the love and reassurance he felt but lacked words for. He lovingly brushed away her hair from her shoulders and held her face in his hands, gently wiping away her tears with his thumbs and caressing her cheeks softly. Leaning in slowly, he pressed a tender kiss to her lips which she soon surrendered to with a content sigh.

Lucia reciprocated instantly, pressing her lips firmly on his. She gripped his shoulders, holding on tightly as if her very life depended on it. All her worry flowed into the kiss, tempered only by the love and desire burning within her.

Paul kissed her back with matching passion and urgency, tilting her head slightly to deepen the kiss further. Then, one of his hands cupped her cheek while the other slid up her back, pulling her closer still.

Their lips parted because they needed to catch their breath but he continued his trail down her jaw to her neck. Between each kiss that had her sighing softly, Paul whispered "I love you" against her skin. She clung to him even tighter each time he uttered those three words. His hands smoothed down her curves to come to rest solid and steadying on her hips.

Her hands carded gently through his hair while he traced soft touches along her back, following the contours of her shape beneath the thin fabric. There was no rush with the way he embraced her, him wanting to take his time exploring her body.

He felt her heartbeat pulse through her core as her thighs tightened around him, a groan falling from his lips. He held her close as he stood from the couch, their eyes locking. Her eyes were dark with a desire that reflected his own. He swiftly lifted her into his arms and walked towards his bedroom, his boots landing with thuds on the wooden floor. He pushed the door open to his room and stepped inside, taking off his shoes before he gently placed Lucia on his bed. He came to hover over her, his lips finding her own quickly as he invaded her mouth with his tongue.

His hands went back to roaming at her sides, groping at the supple flesh of her love handles and pushing her shirt upwards. Each touch, each caress, sent a heat coursing throughout Lucia's body, overpowering the nervousness she felt. He didn't rush his movements, every brush of his fingers against her flesh gentle and loving. He placed his knee between her thighs, pushing it up against her pulsing core, grinding it against her to provide her with the friction she so desperately sought after.

Lucia pushed herself up, Paul moving back to let her as he pulled her shirt over her head, his eyes taking in the sight before him. His pupils swallowed the warm brown of his irises, his eyes turning as dark as night and hungry for her. He gently pushed her down onto her back once more, his fingers trailing up her sides. Lucia arched up off the bed as his hand came behind her back, unclasping her bra. He pulled the straps off and tossed the black bralette somewhere in the room, her breasts spilling out for his hungry eyes to feast on.

His hand cupped her breast, playing with the dull pink bud between his index finger and thumb. He toyed with her, drawing out the painful sting on her nipples before he latched onto it, running his tongue around the tip. He sucked and nipped lightly at her breast, earning a groan from her that sent a heat towards his groin.

Paul's knee continued to rub against her clothed pussy, the sweet noises that fell from her plump lips music to his ears. He moved towards her neck, pressing kisses to her throat before trailing downward. He sucked on her skin, leaving his mark behind as he slowly made his way down her body. He watched onto her jeans, his eyes searching hers for any hesitance but he was met with complete submission. He swiftly moved back and opened her jeans pulling them down her legs.

She lay before him, in only her panties. A rumble escaped his chest at the sight of his pretty girl spread out so beautifully before him. Her dark hair spilled across his pillow like a dark halo which brought complete focus to her green eyes. They were darker than usual, turning into an alluring pine green hue. She whined at his prolonged loss of contact, her hands reaching out to him. A chuckle escaped him as he approached her, pressing his lips softly against hers to cool her burning desire for a moment. He wanted to take his time with her, he wanted her to enjoy this as much as he would.

Lucia's hands pulled at his shirt, not liking the fact he wore more clothes than she did. Paul grinned against her lips and pulled away from her, pulling his shirt over his head in an instant, revealing his sculpted abdomen that she admired openly. His heart fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird at the action as he returned to her as he always did, he always would. He wanted her to feel his love for her, he wanted her to bask in it when he was gone to fight.

And Lucia felt it. She willed her eyes away as he kissed her oh-so-lovingly once more, her hands exploring his torso. Her touch was tender and loving--something Paul hadn't felt in a long time. He pulled away from her, a pout forming on his girlfriend's swollen lips.

Paul brought his index and middle finger to her lips, trailing the tips of his fingers along them, gently urging her to open her mouth. When she did, he slipped his finger into her mouth. Lucia delicately sucked on his fingers, her eyes trained on his as she did.

She was so fucking beautiful and Paul wasn't sure what to do with himself. And when she looked at him like that, her eyes dark with desire for him and him alone, it set his nerves alight with a fire that would only burn for her. She was heaven on earth, warm and inviting and everything he could ever imagine.

He slowly drew them from her lips and dipped his hand in her panties, his fingers gently circling her clit. She closed her eyes as he began to circle her sensitive bud, her mouth parting ever slightly. He kept his lust-filled gaze on her, never moving from the expressions that flashed across her face. She moaned out, her voice music to his ears. He was pleased at how responsive she was to his touch, his pretty girl all submissive for him. He gently began to circle her hole, dipping his finger inside of her causing a pleasurable feeling to course through her legs.

"Paul," Lucia moaned, her hands gripping at his shoulders. She wanted him to go faster but he wouldn't. He was going to enjoy he'd thoroughly. His thumb played with her clit as he slipped a second finger inside of her. He watched as her face twisted and contorted, revelling in how she found pleasure because of him.

Just as she was going to teeter on the precipice of pleasure, Paul pulled back from her, his hands leaving her completely, causing her eyes to open only to find him dragging her panties down her legs with a dangerous glint in his eyes, which sent heat pulsing to her core. He pulled her closer to him, placing her legs over his shoulders as his mouth made contact with her pussy.

She moaned when he did, continuing to pump his fingers in her as he devoured her. She ground her hips against his mouth, the wolf moaning happily as he pleasured his imprint. He circled her sensitive clit with his tongue. Lucia moaned at the feeling, her legs tingling and her toes curling behind Paul.

"You gonna cum for me?" He asked her as he drew away from her pussy. His mouth was covered in a sheen of her slick, causing her to clench around his fingers, a sinful smirk decorating his lips.

Lucia nodded and Paul smiled knowingly, her walls continuing to flutter around his fingers. He picked up the pace, his thumb pressing firmer against clit. She let out a cry as his fingers curled inside of her, reaching a part of her she had no idea existed causing her body to tense as she came.

"That's it, sweetheart," he cooed as he continued to stroke his fingers against her walls to draw out her orgasm before he placed his lips on her sensitive clit once more, drawing out another one. Her vision darkened and she swore she saw stars, her body quivering with pleasure as he continued to hold her down, his mouth moving against her core as he fingered her. She couldn't help but moan as she felt herself cum again, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

He pulled away from her, his fingers slipping out of her. He brought his fingers to his lips, savouring the taste of her arousal before he moved to hover over her once more with a teasing smile, her eyes still hazy. His eyes, however, were still dark.

"You look so pretty," Paul purred, brushing his lips against hers. She hummed softly, flushing at the compliment before he kissed her deeply. She could taste herself in his mouth, his tongue slipping between her lips and invading her mouth. It was a bit sweet with a tangy aftertaste. He pulled away from her, meeting her gaze.

"I want more, Lucia," Paul confessed bluntly sending a hot flash of lust shooting through her body. His hands didn't move from where they rested beside her head. "Do you want this, sweetheart? I won't continue until you tell me you do."

"I want this, Paul," Lucia replied, her eyes following his lips. "I want you."

Paul drew back from her, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and boxers down with them, discarding them off to the side. Her eyes followed the movement before settling on his throbbing cock, her eyes widening briefly.

She hadn't expected him to be so big and, from what she could tell, it wasn't just in length as well. She wondered how he was going to fit in her. It was thick and long and leaked pre-cum and she couldn't help but stare -- and admire -- it. Paul settled above her once more, his face hovering above her. She could feel his cock brushing up against her pussy and a nervous breath escaped.

"I've never done this before," Lucia told him quietly and Paul placed a sweet kiss against her lips.

"We'll take it slow. You're safe with me," Paul reassured her. He pulled away from her and opened his nightstand before pulling out a condom. He opened it and pulled it over his cock, pumping it a few times before moving to run the tip against her folds up to her clit and back down again. He looked at her, waiting for her signal and she nodded.

"I'm ready," Lucia responded. Paul began to slowly push into her, his cockhead stretching her open.

"You're so tight," he groaned as he felt the walls of her pussy hugging his shaft tightly. He pushed in a little more, and she gasped at the feeling of being filled up by him. Then came the pain, she released a gasp as her eyes screwed shut. Paul leaned down, his hands intertwining with hers, resting them beside her head.

"Lucia, look at me," he told her softly. She did as told, their eyes meeting as tears welled up in her tear duct. "Focus on me, love," he instructed her and she nodded. Her hands squeezed his tightly as his cock penetrated her hymen.

He sunk into her, his cock filling her and all she felt was him and the pain of losing her virginity. Paul stilled once he was fully inside of her, her nails digging into the back of his hands as he peppered kisses across her cheeks before his lips met hers in a gentle kiss.

"You're doing so well," he told her.

Lucia felt the pain ease away and be replaced by a burning fire that settled in her stomach, her cunt clenching around him. She felt his cock throb and twitch inside of her, a soft moan falling from her lips.

"I feel so full," she gasped out as her hands gripped his less tightly, removing her nails from his skin. "You can move now."

He slowly pulled out of her before sinking back in, drawing a moan from her lips at the feeling. He kept repeating this motion until he found a rhythm. His movements were slow and deliberate as she felt every inch of him move in and out, sinking back into her to fill her up to the brim. He continued pressing kisses to her jaw and cheeks, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace.

The sensation of him inside of her had her mind spinning and she moaned into his mouth, circling her legs around his hips. She squeezed his hands as he continued to make love to her, savouring the feeling of him moving inside of her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, his head resting in the crook of her neck, peppering kisses to her collarbone. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last. She felt so good wrapped around him and he could feel his orgasm drawing near. He'd never experienced this before and he fucking loved it.

"I love you, Paul," Lucia murmured, a moan escaping her lips shortly after. Her hip muscles burned at having her leg spread open for him, a pain that was pleasurable all the same. She felt tears well up in her eyes, and her heart swell up with affection for Paul, who kissed away her tears at the sight of them.

"My pretty girl," he purred and released on her hands, his fingers finding her clit. He circled it slowly, drawing out her pleasure to the point her legs shook. It all felt so good.

Lucia felt that at that moment she could've passed out when her orgasm washed over her. Her thighs tightened their hold on Paul's hips and her eyes shut tightly, an unadulterated moan breaking free from her chest and echoing throughout the room. She barely noticed how Paul's movements grew slope until he spilt into the condom, thrusting languidly to draw out their pleasure.

"I love you too, Lou," Paul confessed with shining eyes, glistening in the light of his room. He stared up at him hazily as he brushed her hair from her sweaty forehead, dropping a kiss to her hairline. "I will come back to you, I promise, my love. I always will."