He looked into my eyes, "Bella," he said warily, "I don't know if I can do this. It's so hard to think. I just want to take you."

"Who's stopping you," I lifted my head up to try to meet his lips, but he firmly pushed me into the sofa.

"Bella, what if I hurt you," his eyes showed his worry and voice faltered.

"You won't," I was firm in my conviction that he loved me too much to hurt me. I was not afraid, could not be afraid of him. I was only aware of him pressing into me, desperate for more.

"Bella," he changed tactics," we were going to wait…your virtue," he protested weakly. His resolve was faltering. His eyes, which only moments before had been the golden color I loved had turned black with lust. He wanted this just as much as I did.

"You said we would try," I reminded him of his promise.

"Yes, but, virtue," he replied weakly.

I suddenly remembered something, "Alice," I practically shouted, lifting myself off of the sofa to get the bag she had given me.

"She's not here," he reminded me while gently, but firmly, pushing me downward, "besides, he lowered himself and began kissing my neck, nipping and licking along the way, "I'm not letting you go yet."

My mind began to fall backward as he continued downward and my body turned traitor under his hands before something screamed within me, "wait," I shouted trying to get off the sofa.

He growled, lower and louder than before, "Bella, I WANT YOU," he emphasized the words, staring into my eyes, dazzling me.

"No, that's not what I meant," I protested, shoving my hands against his chest to get up.

Again, he pushed me downward, growing impatient, grinding into me," Then what did you mean?"

"Um," he was distracting me oh so well, "the box, with the bag, paper…Alice," coherency seemed to be a lost cause.

He sighed, and let me sit up a bit, "Bella, please explain a bit better."

"In the bag Alice gave me, there's a shoe box with a piece of paper in it, let me get it."

He looked skeptically down at me, before leaning in for a chaste kiss and saying, "let me get it."

He was up and back quickly…but not as quickly as I wanted him to be. My body craved him beyond anything I had ever imagined and I needed him as close to me as I could get.

He did not immediately lower himself onto me as before but looked down at me, "Bella," his tone was questioning, "do you know what this is?"

I shook my head; I had an idea, but was afraid that I was completely wrong.

"It's a marriage license," he replied, "Our marriage license."

He produced a pen from what seemed like nowhere, signed and handed it to me.

"Witness?" I squeaked out.

"Alice," he smiled knowingly. I hesitated. "Bella, if you don't want to do this…" he trailed off, but I saw a smirk on his face.

"You don't fight fair."

"Never said I did."

I signed and before I could blink, the paper was gone along with my panties, Edward having ripped them off and discarded them somewhere in the room.

He posed his member at my entrance, looking me in the eye, "Bella, I'm," his voice sounded pained, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Edward," I put my hand on his cheek, "I'll be ok."

He hovered over me and I leaned up to kiss him, softly, slowly. He met me, leaning down and then pushed into me, slowly, aching slowly.

I poised myself, readying for the pain, but it didn't come. All I could feel was him inside me.

He paused, groaning, moaning, "Oh God, Bella," his voice was strained moaning it out, stretching my name around his mouth.

"Oh God, Edward," I moved my hips upward, meeting him.

"Bella," he chanted like a prayer and began moving, thrusting forward. My hips bucked upward, begging him deeper.

He leaned downward, his lips trailing along my neck, his hand wrapping around my waist, lifting me upward, allowing him deeper access.

The whimpers and moans increased, melding together. The pace increased, my hands desperate to find purchase on his body. His lips touching me wherever he could, our mouths meeting in a flury of desire.

Then, I felt it. The feeling had begun to build, drawing itself through my body, raging the thrusts forward, pushing me toward the edge.

Edward's grip on me tightened, melding our bodies until there was nothing between us. His right hand gripped the top portion of the sofa and I was vaguely aware of movement beneath me, but I was too far gone to fully register what was happening.

"Edward, I…I, something's happening," I tried to explain as the feeling grew.

"Bella," he growled, "my sweet wonderful Bella." We gripped each other, our mouths crashing together, our tongues searching each other out when, I… exploded outward. "Edward," I screamed. My body felt like it was tearing itself apart with pleasure. It ricocheted outward, pulling me along, forcing me to feel everything. It was like nothing I had ever felt before and I couldn't imagine anything better than this.

My walls tightened around Edward's member involuntarily and I heard him scream my name and a fierce crack went through the air as I feel downward.

I realized that the sofa had been broken in two.

I panted, trying to regain my breath when I began shaking, violently with laughter.

"Bella," Edward huffed above, trying to breath normally, "What's so funny," he sounded almost angry.

I waived my hand, dismissing the question, "Nothing, "I continued to giggle and felt him tighten again inside me, the vibrations making both of us moan. Still, the laughter did not stop.

"Bella," He growled, a wonderfully sensual sound, as he lowered his face to my ear, "tell me," he demanded.

"No," I refused. I could play this game to; besides, I had a feeling I was going to enjoy the punishment for not telling him.