Hi peoples. Thank you for the sweet reviews, you are all a blessing! :)

Just wanted to quickly apologise for a few grammatical errors in the last chapter. I realise that things like the break up the tone of the story, so I'll be more careful this time.

Enjoy!

EPOV

Usually, when looking into the eyes of a human, a vampire will see a kaleidoscope of colours locked within the blue, green and brown, hidden in miniscule flecks. Bella's eyes differed from the norm, not unlike Bella herself.

They were pure, unadulterated chocolate brown. If I looked very closely, I could see other, softer shades of caramel swirling subtly within their dark depths. They were definitely the most beautiful pair of eyes I'd seen in all my existence. I knew that if I could sleep, I would dream of those eyes, captivated by the sweeping fan of dark curls that framed them. It was these eyes that let me peak into her seldom revealed thoughts. I could only imagine the beauty of Bella's mind, the un-edited purity of it. I had learned to read her eyes quite well over the small, yet significant window in time that I'd known her, enough to sometimes presume the direction of her silent thoughts.

And that is why, when I gazed into her warm eyes at that very moment, I could see the glaring truth of how her need for me had grown almost as out of control as my own need for her.

The rawness of it hid mostly behind the teasing smile that lit up her beautiful face, her radiant pink cheeks so soft to touch, her plump cherry lips utterly inviting.

I knew that, in the meadow, when I relented my restrictive will on our physical intimacy, I had caused a shift between us, a colliding of truths.

It was indeed the truth that Bella and I had agreed to wait for marriage before we made love.

It was also the truth that if Bella asked me to break that agreement right now, I would not deny her.

She knew this. I'd told her, that if she changed her mind about waiting, I would be very willing. Now, however, things had been unequivocally complicated by the reality of my conflicting desires.

I wanted to enter Bella, my beautiful, sweet Bella, for the first time, as her husband.

I was also battling the desire to bury myself in her right now.

I wasn't prone to fantasising before I'd met Bella. Ever since she'd come barging into my life, unknowingly wreaking beautiful havoc before my very eyes, it had started with touch. I wanted to touch her skin, and eventually I did. Then I fantasised about kissing her cheeks, her rosy lips. And I did. Today I fantasised about kissing her sweet, inviting neck as I possessively caressed the bare peachy skin of her stomach. I did.

What could possibly come of my fantasies tonight?

Tonight, every fantasy I'd ever tried to suppress frantically flashed through my mind in a series of crude images, sweeping from thought to thought against my better judgement.

If Bella hadn't appeared in that scant towel things might have been manageable tonight. By no means would they have been easy but I would at least have been able to reign in the shameful fantasies.

So when, in the dark of a clouded Forks night, I thought I could see the vague outline of her nipples beneath her paper thin clothing, I couldn't for the life of me understand what possessed me to turn that lamp on.

The sight of her would forever be branded in my memory for as long as I walked this earth.

It was only a brief moment that I found my gaze upon the pure perfection of Bella's breasts. However in that moment, I was a changed man, just as I had been from the moment I laid eyes on her lovely face.

I could clearly see the small pebbles of her rosy tips, surrounded by darker areolas, contrasting starkly against the soft, creamy flesh of her rounded breasts. Without the vampire eyes the detail wouldn't be as clear, but I knew that if Bella gazed at herself in the mirror she'd see them clearly.

I was thoroughly shocked by the sight of her, barely encased in the translucent film of her tank top. When she babbled out her explanation, I instantly felt guilty for having put her in such a situation. It was my fault for not leaving the room, giving her some privacy to get dressed unhurriedly.

I knew I was perverse, though, as I realized that seeing the glaring suggestion of her nudity had been undeniably pleasurable. I felt no better than the likes of that disgusting Mike Newton at that moment.

In spite of her fervent reassurances, I felt even more perverted as she encouraged my ogling, my burning desire for her. My temptress fiancée would be the death of me.

She had been right, though, as she usually was about these things. She was so much wiser than me when it came to the mechanics of our relationship. Bella would be my wife soon. Soon, we would make love.

So what was so wrong with finding the sight of her such a temptation?

Bella moved then, shifting to crawl into my lap. "So," she huffed slightly, settling herself into my unyielding embrace. My arms instinctively curled around the delicate, fragile frame of her. She was so warm, so soft.

"What were you saying before my chest rudely interrupted?" Bella chirped, straight-faced. I resisted the urge to bark out a laugh. Charlie was in a deep sleep, but certainly not that deep.

"Oh," I chuckled nervously, enjoying her playfulness in spite of my shock from seeing her barely concealed chest only a moment ago. I tried to skirt around the exact subject we had just left off, afraid of letting myself get carried away with yet another fantasy. "We were discussing our... frustrations."

Bella's blush poured over the ivory skin for the umpteenth time that night. I wanted to see her thoughts more than ever. What was happening behind those dark enigmatic eyes?

"Oh, yeah," she whispered. Her gaze flicked to mine then. Our eyes held, communicating intense desires that our mouths weren't ready for. "You mentioned me...in the towel."

I wanted her, then, more than I ever had in all the time I'd known her. More than when she'd ambushed me on the night I proposed to her. More than when I'd returned to her after leaving her for what felt like an eternity. More than earlier this evening, when I'd so readily imagined bending her over the sink.

She had no idea how much I wanted to tear her clothes off.

"I wanted you out of it," I said, my voice rough with barely contained desire. The honesty of my words seemed so right, so simple, that I couldn't keep them from her if I'd tried.

Bella's reaction nearly was my undoing.

It was a combination of things that caused me to lose careful control of my body at that moment. It was the subtle way in which her pupils dilated, the parting of her full lips as her breathing deepened. Her heart started to race as her eyes glued to mine. Her cheeks became impossibly redder. She parted her thighs so imperceptibly that I don't even think the movement was conscious.

The movement, though tiny, had its consequences.

The scent wasn't totally unfamiliar to me. Subtle hints of it had made themselves known several times, especially recently, usually when we were kissing, our bodies close. Right now, though, in the state that I was in, I was in no way ready for it. It hit me harder than any man, vampire or not, could handle.

The scent of Bella's arousal was stronger than ever before, impossible to deny. It invaded every corner of my mind, taking what little sense I had and turning it into searing hot desire. Not only did the scent itself stun my senses, it accompanied a certain truth that could not be ignored.

My lovely Bella, pure and innocent, was aroused. If I reached between her legs now I would feel her wetness, her heat. She wanted me, as I wanted her.

And before I could tactfully lift her from my lap, it was already too late.

Did that chapter drag on? Hopefully not too much. I know that the lemons haven't come yet and I'm truly sorry. I just really want to make this as realistic as I can. Trying to get Bella and Edward in the sack whilst sticking to their basic character is easier said than done.

Hope you guys stay tuned for the next chapter! I'm writing it now so expect it later tonight. Love you all. x