I do not own these characters, they are the property of Stephanie Meyer.
I touched his cold hand, skimming the warm tropical waters with my fingertips and looked up into his blazing topaz eyes. Under the moonlight our skin was the same, both of us marble white and equal in this moment. If anyone saw us from a distance, they would be unable to tell the immense differences between us. All they would see would be two people, in love, truly seeing each other for the first time.
His eyes tortuously swept down my body, seeing my nakedness and want for him, leaving a blazing trail whenever his gaze momentarily stopped then moved on to another part of me. I could almost feel him touch me in each place his sensual stare touched, my lips, the hollow of my neck where my pulse raged out of control, my delicate collar bones, shoulders and then finally my breasts.
I could feel my breathing accelerate with each movement of his eyes upon me and I couldn't help but reach out and touch him. Tentatively, I moved my right hand up his arm, letting my fingertips gingerly skim across his ice cold flesh, and heard an audible gasp. I looked up into his angelic face and found that he had closed his eyes and was gently smiling, the smallest of blissful grins, telling me that he reveled in my hesitant touch.
I continued my tender exploration, never letting my eyes move from his euphoric expression. As my fingertips lightly brushed across his shoulders and neck, the most tranquil of sighs escaped his lips and he opened his eyes and trapped mine in his peaceful gaze. In this moment in time, only he and I existed. This was our moment that we had been waiting for, he an eternity, and me what seemed to be one. His existence was the only reason for mine. I felt like I needed to say something, anything... but I didn't want to ruin the moment, there were no words to capture what we were both feeling. Saying something now would only break the spell of the moment that was now upon us, the moment we had waited for all of our lives. It was sublime, transcendent.
Never losing eye contact with me, he lifted my hand to his lips and gently, but reverently placed a gentle kiss on each of my fingertips, then he placed my hand on his chest and covered it with his own, where his heart was swelling with imagined staccato rhythms of excitement, joy and bliss. His breathing was becoming heavier and more labored and I could tell he was beginning to fight to keep his control. He had to be gentle with me, under his hands I was a fragile slip of a girl and even an ounce of his strength could destroy the battle he had successfully raged since the first moment he crossed my scent.
I took his other hand and placed it over my all too fast beating heart, willing my life's blood to pump into him, if only for this moment. For now we were where we belonged, skin to skin, heart to heart. After a few short seconds, it was simply too much for him and he gathered me close, no room now between us for hands as our arms wrapped around each other. Wonderfully weightless in the water, he lifted me until we were eye to eye, nose to nose, lips to lips. For the briefest of seconds I could read his complete adoration for me in his eyes and then his lips crashed into mine.
The peaceful reverence was gone, only to be replaced by the most irresistible of desires. There had never been two others like us. There would never be another passion like ours. We moved deeper into the water and rode the rhythm of the waves until we each broke the silence with cries of wonder in the pleasure we found in being in each other's arms.