The moonlight streamed down and filled the open meadow with a soft diffusion of light. Beyond, the trees stood sentinel against the blackness of the night. Edward put me down and grabbed my hand and towed me to the center of our meadow. This was truly our meadow, our secret place away from the world. My mind flashed back to our first time here. Edward, fighting with himself internally about being in this place with me, fighting back both an urge to drink my blood and stop himself from falling in love with me. I smiled to myself as I remembered how he had tried to scare me that day, to try to make me see the monster he thought he was. He had never been a monster to me, he was and always would be my Edward. Perfect in every way.
He turned now to face me. He dropped my hand and reached up to touch my face. His cold hand swept across my cheek and he pulled my face towards his. His mouth met mine and I let out a small sigh as his sweet breath washed over me. He held my face lightly between his hands. He was always so gentle, he knew even the slightest of wrong movements, a small change in pressure, could crumble my cheekbones like a piece of dry, rotten wood. This thought didn't scare me at all, that I was so delicate to him. It thrilled me to know how careful he had to be with me, to contain himself.
I gasped when I felt the chill of his tongue push its way past my lips. I tasted his sweetness, intoxicating me. He never allowed his, fearing this sort of intimacy would be too much for us to handle, that we would go to far and we wouldn't be able to stop. I eagerly thrust my tongue into his mouth, my warm tongue searching out the cold space of his mouth and tongue. I entwined my hands into his hair and pulled myself closer to him. He didn't back away or try to push me back.
We continued to kiss, relishing this newfound feeling of finally giving in to our desires. I felt as though I could stay here forever, locked in his lips, his sweet breath washing over me, his sweet taste holding on to me. All too soon Edward broke away from me. My head still between his hands, he looked down at me.
"Bella…" his voice broke as he leaned in again to kiss me. "My Bella."
He pulled me down to the ground. We laid next to each other, not speaking, too caught up in another kiss.
"Are you sure you want to do this Bella?" he whispered so quietly I could barely hear him.
I'd never been more sure of anything in my life.
I looked into his eyes, amber glowing at me in the dim light. I placed several light kisses on his face and over his angular jaw, working down to his neck. I paused there and playfully nibbled on him. A low growl escaped from deep in his throat. He rolled himself on top of me, distributing his weight so I felt him ever so lightly on top of me.
"I'll be doing the nibbling from here on out," he said in a deep, husky voice.