bella
Not long after the sun got up I was trembling. Not that the sun had all the credit for that. My first thought was Edward in the glistening light with his silvery skin. Gazed as I was, he didn't have it all under control himself. My other image of the sun was the sign of a new day. Renesmee was still sleeping, but I knew like any other day she would open here eyes and call my name. I was rapped up all comfortable in bed, my upper body pressed against his. I vaguely moved my hands up and down, touching his bare chest.
He was sitting half upright reading Wuthering Heights, again. Even thou he had seen my thoughts when I let him; he was still not comfortable with my resolution. It made me chuckle about his stubbornness with such a minor thing. He twisted his face down at me, staring with curiosity at my smiling face. "Do I amuse you in some way"? He asked with a sudden twist of humor. I had to answer as preferable as I could without make him even more curious. "No, just your affection to that book, that's all" I implied. He stared back at me for a second, looked at the book faster than a human eye could react and threw it away. "It's my closest link to you Mrs. Cullen" he said with the smoothest voice. My body was already trembling, inside out when he first touched my cheekbone and stared into my eyes. They were as golden I newer imagined they could be. Even though I was a vampire, like him, he still had the power of dazzling me like always. His gentle touch had done it. My strong body brushed over his face, his body, wanting more, but trying to be as gentle as I could. He rolled me gently till he hovered over me, pressing lightly feeling his warmth touching my body. His face was at my neck, whispering the sweetest things in my ear. His breath struck me, when his face came across and kissed me softly but as eager as always. My arms found their place round his neck, and my fingers through his hair, pushing him closer. "Edward" I whispered through my mouthful of him, pulled him even closer. His hands were firmly around my waist, not afraid of his strength anymore I could tell. His fingers was trembling down my spine, grasping all he was able to capture. He groaned a little and kissed me more eager with the feeling that he was everywhere. I almost forgot time and place being with him, like I never got enough of him. He loosened one of his hands, pulling my hair away from my face and neck. Using his hands instead of eyes and smell, he touched me so soft it tickled, discovered my every contour. I knew his favorite parts. I could feel his breath and his nose touching me, nearly kissing, but he knew what it did to me, so he waited...