Disclaimer: In a weird alternate universe, I might own Twilight…but since we're stuck in this lame-o universe, I don't own it. The Wonderful Stephenie Meyer does.

Preface:

The wedding was a few short weeks away. Alice was going to go over the top, but neither Bella or Edward really minded at this point. They always stayed together. Bella had just moved out of her father's house once she told him about the wedding. He practically exploded in her face, and then, after some pleading, he agreed to walk her down the aisle. Renee had disowned Bella from the family, but Bella told Edward that it didn't matter since she would be faking her death in a short while anyway. Ever since then, Bella and Edward have had severe sexual frustration. It was only going to be a matter of time before one of them cracked. But which one?

Chapter One:

Edward's POV:

I watched my angel as she was lying in my bed. It had been a long day. Alice had bombarded her with wedding details and played with her hair and makeup for about two hours. Bella agreed without complaining. I was so happy for us. I was finally going to marry the only woman I ever cared about, and she finally seem to come around about the wedding. She was so excited that she didn't even bother to ask me not to spend too much money on her.

Bella's heartbeat was thumping erratically, and her eyes were closed. She was so god damn beautiful in the small blue nightgown she was wearing. Her skin reflected perfectly off of it. All I wanted to do was rub my hands all over it. I wanted to make sure she couldn't escape. I wanted to make sure she was mine forever. I quickly banished the inappropriate thoughts.

"Bella," I whispered in a low, husky voice, "Please tell me what you're thinking…before I go insane."

She didn't answer me. I assumed she was trying to fool me into thinking that she was asleep.

"Bella," I nuzzled my head against her neck and breathed into her shoulder, "I know you're not asleep. You're a horrible actress, remember?"

With an exaggerated sigh, she sat up in an abrupt motion. I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts which were revealed for about half a second when she moved. She nuzzled herself closer into my arms, and I, in turn, wrapped myself closer to her. Part of me wished she was asleep again. She had been having these…erotic…dreams lately. I loved watching her. She gasped and moaned and yelped. It was so intoxicating. I only wished I could be the one actually doing it. I wished she didn't have to dream. There had been several occasions where I had to leave for awhile. My self-control was fading. I needed Bella. Badly.

"It's nothing, Edward," she sighed happily, "I was just remembering one of my dreams."

"What was it about?" I asked slyly. I wanted to know every one of her fantasies. I wanted to make them all come true.

"oh…uh…nothing." She was so freaking cute when she was flustered.

"Bella, I don't like it when you lie to me." I faked my anger and glared at her. In truth, I was so happy I was right. She was having a dream about me.

"Edward," she pleaded, "Please don't be mad!"

"Then you'll have to tell me." I whispered in her ear.

"Fine," she blurted out embarrassed, "I was dreaming about being with you. Please don't be angry with me."

"How could I be angry?" I asked, "I fantasize about you every night."

"Really?" She sat up and stared at me, clearly happy,

"Of course," I said matter-of-factly, "Of course, I'd love to actually do those things I dream about to you…" I trailed off, feeling my self-control about to slip again.

"Then, please do them!" She pleaded with me.

It took all I had not to rip off her clothes and take her right then.

"Bella," I sighed, "I'm going to go take a shower."

It was so frustrating not to give Bella what she wanted. What WE wanted. But I couldn't.

My self-control wasn't perfect yet. If I even damaged one hair on her head, I'd never forgive myself. Her body was so damn perfect. Everything about Bella was so perfect. Her smile, her kisses, her voice. Everything. I needed her so badly. Damn it, I sighed and stepped into the shower.

It's going to take a really cold shower for me to forget this evening.

Author's Note: Hello Everyone and this is just another Twilight story by yours truly, Angel of Sinne. This is going to be a really, really, lemony story. So if you don't like lemons, don't bother reading any more. Please tell me how I did on capturing Edward's personality (it's so complex!!). Please Review, I really want to know how I'm doing on this story.

Also, if you liked it, please check out Unforgivable Sin. It's got more drama and tragedy than this story ever will, but I still like it a lot.

Thanks again D

Angel of Sinne