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Part Two
There was a whisper of something she couldn't place in the salty sea air, it brushed past her porcelain skin and into her chestnut hair, marking the slight cold on her cheeks with a pink flush. Anxiousness drew slightly in her veins, crossing them and twirling deeper into her senses, all she could feel was him, all she could breathe was him, all she wanted was him.
The night was washing upon them darkly, the last of the ruby red sky catching glimpses of Edward's skin, causing the refractions of light to cross Bella's own pale arms, the glimmer sparkling delicately around her wrists. She turned her hands, watching the colors dance across her skin.
Edward's innocent crooked smile formed on his marble lips, curving them upwards in amusement. He lifted his hand then, brushing it softly against her cheek, his thumb stroking her jaw line momentarily. He continued to stare into her eyes, his own simmering slowly, melting into a molten pool of a distant emotion that made Bella want to gasp softly.
The grass was damp against her bare skin as she took off her jacket, sliding it down her shoulders as she sat up quietly. He watched her, watched as the small tank top she wore rose and fell, exposing more skin than he would dare dream for. His mouth began to fill with venom, his hands trembling with anticipation in his fingers; he could practically feel her warm skin beneath his cold, frigid body. He shivered from the thought.
Finally he could feel her hands on his shoulders, moving slowly to the collar of his shirt, she placed a finger behind a button and slowly released it. A flash of his chest caught her eye and she swallowed hard, her hands beginning to shake softly. She moved from button to button, the more skin she exposed the more she began to tremble, her breathing coming in short, low gasps.
She pulled the shirt slowly off of his arms, her fingers grazing the cold skin there, her fingernails tracing the veins she saw, as if etched in stone. And even the oncoming moonlight seemed to make him glow, silvery and pale, so exquisite against her own.
So fast she barely noticed he had her shirt over her head, his body pressing slightly to hers before moving inches away. She shivered from the brief contact, making her head swim with thoughts of him, with his sweet cool scent, his breath cold against her neck.
She could feel his slender fingers on her sides, moving slowly back to unhook the last garment on her upper body, the silk falling easily away. She noticed the gleam in his eyes, the excitement he tried to calm within their amber depths. She blushed from his slight reaction, one only she could have noticed.
He dropped his head softly to her chest, and pressed his cheek against the soft flesh he found there, and listened to her heart. She could feel his chest against her stomach, hard and icy against her warmed flesh. Her hands weaved into his hair, the bronze color contrasting against her own fair skin.
His hands seemed to move on their own accord, tracing light circles on her hipbone before firm lips were pressed against delicate skin. She could feel his cold breath against her breasts, caressing them around and around, his lips not daring move much more. He looked up at her once again, and the look she saw there took her breath away. He leaned up and kissed her then, so sweet she could barely stand the ache it created in her chest.
Soon his hands were at the waist of her jeans, tugging them gently down with one swift motion, the soft rumple of clothing muted by her own heartbeats, ones she were sure he could hear. His lips traced the dips of her stomach, the edge of her ribs, the length of her sides, her trembling growing into soft jerks, moans mingling with the sound of the ruffling grass beneath her.
It was when his bare legs were pressed against hers that the heat began to rise, the craze of lust ebbing it's way into her thoughts, into her fingers and thighs, her head reeling from it all. She could feel his cold breath on the hollow of her hipbone, his tongue snaking out lightly to stroke there, his sharp teeth brushing her lightly, sending a tremor down her spine.
His fingers were in the elastic of her underwear, tugging them down off her thighs, his knuckles meeting her silky thighs as he swept them off of her entirely. Her scent was even more potent to him, the chords of it striking his own, making his hold on control slip that much more.
But he had to have her, he wanted to submerge himself in her, smell her skin on his when she awoke in the morning, taste her on his lips when the first rays of sunshine shown through his windows. It drove him insane until he finally dropped his head to her, and took her in his mouth.
She moaned the instant he did, the feeling of his cold skin against her warmth overwhelming as his tongue darted across her with much more speed than she would have expected. She could feel his lips moving against her, his tongue gliding across and into her, making her shake from the force of it.
She could feel the ache building, a deep sting in the pit of her stomach, growing with intensity at every lick, every small brush of him against her. And when his teeth cross the spot where she craved his touch most, she lost it.
Her body began to thrum, pounding softly as she screamed in release, her muscles tightening and contracting, Edward's low groans vibrating across her, whimpers of repletion sounding through her lips almost inaudibly.
He rose and kissed her then, his tongue sweeping past her lips and onto her own, her taste mingling with his breath, making her quiver from the carnal thoughts that followed. But it was when he lowered his hips to hers that her breath caught.
She could feel him pressed against her, edging inward, cold and as hard as he was. She gasped when he rocked his hips to hers, his arms steadying his still unsure movements. She wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him closer, until his unrivaled strength stopped them both.
There was confusion deep within his eyes, lust fighting for control over the sensible Edward she had grown to know so well. She placed a chaste kiss on his neck, her back arching into his as she felt him relax. And then his hips moved into hers.
The pain was sharp at first, but it easily subsided, the feeling of him there too overwhelming to be overshadowed. She moaned softly, her eyes closing tightly shut, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
A moment later her pulled back slowly, his eyes still waiting for the moment hers opened, and when they did, he thrust into her with one swift motion.
Her eyes almost fluttered closed again, the jolt of pleasure still rolling through her body. And when he thrust in again, she felt it grow stronger. The faster he moved the more intense the feelings got, a storm building soundly in her abdomen, fierce and unbidden, harder than the last.
Edward's control was wavering in front of him, the sleek feel of her so brutal that he could barely keep a calm pace. He wanted to crash himself to her, his hips roughly moving against hers. But his rhythm stayed perfect, like he always did.
The need for him was growing with every stroke, every thrust of his body to hers. The feeling was too much too fast, and release was just within her reach.
Her hands urged him on, helping to push him harder, insisting on a faster pace. He groaned deep in his chest as he pulled back once more, and crushed his hips firmly to hers. She cried out from the change, more frantic and hurried, more than anything she'd ever felt in her life.
The electricity was building, crackling between them, their release rising until finally they thought they'd die from it. And then it washed over them, pulling them under the current as the waves of climax crashed against them, humming over their skin, stars blinking beneath their eyelids.
Edward's head lay rested on Bella's shoulder, her sweat sticking to him slightly, her breath ruffling his hair softly as he fell gently onto her, the weight ever so welcome.
"I love you, Bella." He whispered into her skin as she drifted off, the night sky melding together as her brown eyes closed gracefully.
"Forever?" She mumbled in his ear, humming softly as sleep took her under still.
"Forever."
The End
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Author's Note: Thank you to Billiebee3 for correcting my Edwardian knowledge, it's kinda hard writing about a vampire.
