Stephenie Meyer owns all
I was lounging on the couch in my room, thinking about the up coming wedding. My wedding. I had never pictured myself with a wife before I met Bella. I had always felt incomplete, like there was something that was missing from my essential make up. It didn't take me long after I met her that it was simply because she hadn't existed yet.
I turned to look at her. She was sitting with her legs crossed on the bed reading a book, chewing absent-mindedly on her lower lip. She was humming to the sound of Debussy playing from my stereo. Occasionally she would let out a sigh or an adorable giggle in response to what she was reading.
Oh, how I wish I could see into her mind. Her head is probably filled beautiful thoughts and secrets.
She then re-positions herself so that she is lying down on her stomach with her book placed in front of her.
The light from the window is shining down on her in the most perfect of ways. Her translucent skin is luminous and her dark, mahogany hair has a tint of red in it. I study the pattern of freckles across her cheeks, her voluptuous lips, and those lovely chocolate brown eyes…
At that moment I simply couldn't take it anymore, I need to touch her.
So quickly, so that I don't make a sound to disturb her, I run to the bed and lay myself down beside her. I place my hands on both her hips and pull her towards me.
She lets out a little gasp; she had not noticed my approach.
I then blow in her ear gently. I make trails of kisses down her jaw, whispering her name between each peck, to the corner of her lip. When our lips meet, I feel her warm breath and inhale her intoxicating scent. She is too tempting for her own good. I feel a burn in my throat, but I ignore it.
I carefully suck on her lower lip and cradle her face in my hand.
Her breath quickens and her heart starts to race. My lips turn upward in a smile; she is too adorable.
She then surprises me by turning so that she is lying on her back. I lean into her more, feeling her body pressed against mine. Her body is pulsating from her rapid heartbeat, which only arouses me more.
I needed more.
I run my hand up her shin, to her knee, and place it on her thigh. I give it a little squeeze. This makes her excited.
A little voice in my head tells me that I have taken this way to far. That I should stop her before this gets out of hand. I have urges that are foreign to me. I feel that I cannot get her body close enough to me. Her body attracts me just as much as her blood does.
She runs her hands down my chest and traces my lips with her warm tongue.
At that very moment I wanted nothing more than to give in to her whims and take her right there and then. But I remember that we have only a week left until the wedding. Surely I can wait one more week. I hope.
I begin pull away and reluctantly untwist myself from her body. Her lips go into a pout, which makes me smile.
"Edward, practice makes perfect! Why do you have to be so stubborn?"
"Just one more week, love" I tell her.
Didn't she know that I wanted her just as much as she wanted me? Probably even more!
I look into those deep, brown eyes and say, "I love you"
She sighs and give me a sincere smile, "I love you too, Edward"
