AN: Its been a long time, hasn't it? This skips a few chapters and goes straight to chapter 5 of 'For The Love Of The King.'

"Isabella." His words whispered over my skin as his soft lips dragged along the arch of my neck. I could feel the slow tightening and then release off my dress as he unbuttoned it slowly. I let out a shuddering breath as the dress pooled at my feet and peered cautiously over my shoulder at him.

His usual green eyes seemed darker and the intensity of them sucked me in. His fingers nimbly unlaced the ties of my corset freeing my chest from the restrictions. I trembled under his touch unsure of how I should be reacting.

Half of me wanted to give over to the sensation that had settled in the pit of my stomach, but the nerves coursing through me kept me in a stiff position. Each of my garments fell onto the floor until I stood naked, my back to his chest. It took everything in me not to cover myself up, but he had discouraged that behaviour last time.

He stepped away from me and grasped my hand and tugging lightly making me turn to face him. A dark blush spread across my body and I looked down under the heat of his gaze. He pulled me closer till I was pressed against his chest.

He leaned my head back and captured my lips in a searing kiss. "You're so beautiful," he murmured in an almost reverent tone.

"Go sit on the bed," he said motioning to it with his head. I turned from him and walked over to it and sat down at the edge. I felt so exposed and naked sitting there with nothing to cover my body from his piercing eyes.

I crossed my legs and gave into the instinct to cover myself. I wrapped my arms across my chest, hiding it from view and ducked my head letting my hair fall down around me.

I peered up nervously at him from under my hair to see him stripping his own clothes. The first time we had been together I had been simply too nervous to actually look at his body and I found my eyes devouring every bit of skin that was revealed as he stripped off, layer by layer.

The firm expanse of his chest made me breathless and watched his fingers expertly loosen his trousers. The fingers that would vividly be implanted in my head for giving me such pleasure before the pain of our first time.

I knew that by the bulge portending out of his trousers that he was aroused and I couldn't help but feel pleased that it was me, my body, that elicited such a reaction. He pushed them down his legs and I couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped me as his swollen erection sprung forth.

I wasn't quite sure how to describe such a thing. It was so long and thick and...So big. I wondered how such a thing could have fit inside me and winced remembering the pain of him stretching me.

Everything about him was firm and spoke of hard work, which surprised me seeing as he was a gentleman. They generally didn't do manual labour. My eyes drifted up back to his face to see him looking at me with his head tilted to the side slightly.

It amazed me at how comfortable he was with standing there with not a stitch of clothing covering his body or his reaction to mine. He held out his hand for me to take and I stood letting any semblance of modesty that I had been trying to grip fall away as I grasped onto his hand, waiting for him to guide me. He pulled me forwards till our chests were pressed flush against each other and I could my peaks tighten in reaction as I shivered.

I could feel his erection pressing firmly against the skin of my stomach and I placed a hand over his heart as his chest expanded and retracted. I look up at him from under my eyelashes shyly and he pulled our bodies backwards towards the bath that awaited.

I did not know what he exactly expected of me as he stepped backwards into the steamy water. Did he want me to tend to his needs? To wash him while he relaxed? He grinned down at me and continued to tug me forwards. I frowned and looked down. I was at the edge of the bath I couldn't go any further without actually stepping into the bath.

He beckoned me with his head and I looked on confused. Surely he did not expect me to get into the bath with him... I bit down on my bottom lip and looked down at my feet.

He unwound his hand from mine and I felt both of them wrap around my hips. In one swift movement he picked up me and placed me gently in bath. I squeaked in protest and clutched his arms tightly. He chuckled at my reaction and I felt my cheeks heat up more than they were already in embarrassment.

I looked down at my feet and wrapped my arms around my stomach trying to push the irrational tears away. "Hey," he murmured placing a finger under my chin. I sniffed and looked up at him. His eyes held a gentle look and he pressed his lips against mine gently.

"You have nothing to be scared or embarrassed about," he murmured like he could read my thoughts. "It's just you and me." I relaxed into his touch and almost objected when he turned me around so that I wasn't facing him. He placed his hands back onto my hips and nuzzled his face in my hair.

"Sit with me," he murmured and we gently lowered ourselves into the water. I sat between his thighs, my back pressed firmly against his front.

He ran his hands up and down my arms slowly, soothingly, and placed soft little kisses along my neck. I let out a ragged breath as I relaxed and leaned my head back onto his shoulder. Just him and me I thought to myself." I've never bathed with someone before," I whispered nervously.

I felt his chest vibrate against me as he chuckled," I should hope so." He teased and trailed his hands down from my arms to my stomach and started tracing small patterns on my skin.

"How are you feeling?" he breathed against my skin as he trailed kisses up my jaw and gently nipped it. My breath hitched and I struggled to concentrate on bringing an adequate amount of air into my lungs," I-I'm fine," I stuttered out pathetically.

His hand that had been tracing patterns on the skin of my stomach wandered down slowly to my thighs and parted them gently. He massaged my inner thighs just inches away from where I ached for him.

I buried my head in his neck and I closed my eyes waiting in anticipation."Please Edward." I pleaded not knowing where this brazen version of myself had come from, but my body begged and pleaded for his touch and I couldn't bring myself to be embarrassed about it.

He must have decided that he had teased me enough because his hand ran gently through the curls protecting my womanhood and along my slit. My hips buckled upwards begging for him to give me more.

I grabbed on tightly to his forearms and gasped as a wave of pleasure washed over me. He paused his fingers hovering over my womanhood," Is that what you wanted?" he asked obviously still insistent on teasing me. I nodded vigorously not wanting to be patient and wait, "Yes please," I said timidly.

He wrapped one of his strong arms around my waist and rested his hand gently on my breast, cupping it. He sighed in what I thought was a contented way and moved his other hand that was now resting on my thigh and gently parted my lower lips. I tightened my grip on him and moaned as he brushed the sensitive skin between my legs.

Never had I known such pleasure and for some reason it made it twice as pleasurable knowing that Edward was the first to touch me like this. The first and hopefully the only man to touch me so intimately. He had taken me to unimaginable heights without questions or expectations from me. It seemed such a selfless act, so different from what I had heard at the ladies lunches.

They had spoke of husbands wanting intercourse often and repeatedly. They made it sound like intercourse was just pleasurable for men. That it was about their pleasure and needs being met and producing kids while women just tolerated it to apease their husbands and to make sure they didn't look for a willing wrench elsewhere.

I had come into this...arrangement thinking that I would in for a lifetime of pain and misery, but so far all that Edward had shown me was affection and kindness.

I was brought back to earth when I felt him palming my breast lightly. His thumb strayed away from the rest of his hand and ran over the pebbled flesh of my nipple. I was a battle over my breathing as it came out in heavy, panting breaths. A small whimper escaped me and I shifted my hips desperately seeking more.

The trust I put in this man to not only give me what I needed, yearned, for, but to also take care of me was extrodinary. I had learnt early on in my life that trusting people only led them to hurt and in the end destroy you. Yet here I was putting not only my trust, but my hopes, my desires, into his welcome hands.

I barely restrained the gasp that threatened to erupt as he pushed a finger inside me. It wasn't long before he added another finger and moved them within my walls doubling the pleasure that he had been giving me.

The moans and the whimpers coming from my mouth were uncontrolled and wanton. I could feel his hard manhood pushing into the flesh of my lower back and it sent sparks through my body knowing that I had such an effect on him. He wanted me. It was a fact that I could not wrap my head around.

My eyes fluttered shut as I gave into the sensation, letting my hips respond to his touch. The pit of my stomach was a jumbled mess of heat, each thrust of my hips upwards into his giving hands making it hotter until I was sure my whole body had been lit on fire.

My muscles fluttered and spasmed around his fingers as they sped up and I knew from before that it wouldn't be long before the pleasure drowned me in its heated embrace.

His hand that had lain dormant on my breast started pinching and plucking at my nipple with earnest intent. My back arched causing my chest to thrust outwards as my muscles seemed to collapse inwards around his fingers, locking around them in a death grip. How he managed to keep moving them was unfathomable to me.

My body shook with the force of the waves crashing over my head one after another without reprive. My eyes scrunched together tightly and my mouth fell open as a chorus of small whimpers left my lips.

I was not aware for how long I sat slumped against his body just taking in the colors flashing behind my eyelids. I felt a hand push the wet hairs that had fallen into face and softness encased my lips in a gentle touch causing me to open my eyes bewildered.

His dark green eyes stared back at me as his lips pressed against mine, the desire dancing around in the darkened corners of them. The stupor that I had fallen into cleared and I was suddenly overcome with the overwhelming need to show him my appreciation. He had given me so much, it was only fair to give him something back.

Forgoing any modesty I stood up in front of him feeling water cascading down my skin. I turned around determindly and sat back down on his lap, my legs resting on either side of his firm thighs. He seemed puzzled by my actions and I could tell he wanted to question me about them.

I moved hastily not wanting my nerves to overtake me and reached over the side of the tub and picked up the wash cloth that lay on the floor and dipped it into the water.

"What are you doing?" he asked a baffled expression his face. A dark blush spread easily over my bared skin and I held the cloth up to his face trying to strengthen my resolve," Washing you," I answered simply.

He smiled and the softness in his eyes were apperent. He relaxed back agains the edge of the tub and closed his eyes giving me the trust and space I needed to complete the task that I had set for myself.

I moved the cloth steadily over his face taking it all in. I had never really had the chance to look unhindered at his face and to see it up close was fascinating. The strong form of his jaw, the slight crookedness of his otherwise perfectly formed nose. The lush padding of his pink lips.

I sighed as I remembered the feel of them against my own lips and without even realizing what I was doing I leant down and softly pressed my lips against his. This was the first time I had ever iniciated a kiss between us.

His eyes opened slowly, most likely wondering what was pressing against his lips.

I couldn't stop the blush deepening the color of my skin and I smiled down at him. I felt so light, so free here with him, a feeling that I thought I would never posssess. My father had made me feel so stifled, imprisoned even, his eyes watching my every move just waiting for me to mess up just so he could punish me.

I pushed the thought of my father out of mind content to stay in the moment as he cupped my cheek and let his thumb run across the heated skin of my cheek. "Thank you," he whispered a almost reverant expression on his face. I leaned into his touch and sighed happily thinking just how wrong he was," I should be the one thanking you," I murmured thinking of my new found freedom.

He shook his head a wry smile on his lips like he didn't believe me and leaned up to press his lips back against mine. I shifted forwards wanting nothing more than what he was about to give me and he let out a deep, quiet moan as I pressed myself against him more firmly.

I shifted again feeling him hard between my outstretched thighs, but still wanting his lips apon mine. I felt it press further into me at my movements and I froze and pulled away to look at him with wide eyes silently asking him what to do. A slight niggling feeling of fear hit me as I remembered the intense pain that had penatrated me with our last coupling.

I knew that I couldn't deny him the relief that I knew my body could give him and I tried to concentrate on something else entirely to loosen my stiff muscles. I was not even sure we could be coupled like this. I would have to let him lead me. I felt his hands drift to my hips, gripping them tightly, neither moving me off him or pushing me down further onto his waiting arousal.

I dug my fingers in his shoulders waiting with bated breath, my teeth firmly embedded in my lip. After what felt like hours I felt his hips shift upwards entering me slightly. I gasped, not quite ready for the entrusion, but made no move to stop him. If this was what he needed then I would try to give it to him with as little quelms as possible.

He looked up in my eyes, curiosity brimming in them as he gently lowered my body down onto him. The feel of him stretching was different than the last time. While there wa still a dull burning as I tried to adapt to his girth, there was no ripping pain when he was in me completely. He stopped when he was fully inside me and closed his eyes taking a deep breath.

The air fizzled with barely restrained lust and passion and I tried to regulate my breathing as my heart hammered against my chest in a beat so loud I was sure he could hear it.

After a minute of stillness he opened his eyes and looked up at me. My nerves were barely hidden under the surface as I stared back at him with wide eyes. He ran the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip where I was furiously biting my way through my lip. I let it go easily and let out a deep breath as I looked down in renewed embarressment.

I knew he expected me to do something, but I was unaware as to what I should do.

"I-I don't know what to do." I whispered and my voice shook slightly as I tried to hold back how my ineptness made me feel. Why would this man want someone who did not know anything about the coupling of a man and of a woman?

He leaned forwards and kissed me gently, "Just go with your instincts," he murmured soothingly before thrusting his hip up further into me. I gasped in surprise and arched my back pressing my breasts closer to him momentarily forgetting the trepidition that had filled me but moments ago about what to do.

He bent his head forwards and took one of my breasts into his mouth and started suckling on it like a babe on its mother's milk. Now that the pleasure was flowing through my body I allowed my body to lead me as I rocked forward elicting a groan of what I hoped was pleasure from his lips.

The feel of the vibrations going through my breast from his groan were startling and I hurried to provide him with more pleasure, to please him in any way I could.

Soon we were moving against each other in a hurried manner. There was nothing slow or controlled about this coupling. This was raw. Our gazes were locked together and I could faintly hear water spilling over the sides of our bath, but it was all background noise.

Nothing mattered except for the man under me. Small gasps exited my throat as my skin flushed pink from extertion. He whimpered my name like a prayer and gripped my hips tighter in hs hands forcing my body to press against him harder with each movement I gave.

There was something so intimate about this. Our chests pushed together, nearly every inch of our bodies touching, our names falling off each other's lips. I could not get enough of what was being given and that which was being taken from me.

I buried my head into his shoulder fanning my hot breath along the skin of his neck. My lips pursued the fiery path my breath had left along his neck softly, almost a feather light touch and a low moan left my lips.

I could feel my muscles clenching and squeezing him and I knew that I would not last very long now. He buried his head in my hair and I listened to the heavy pants of his breath in my ear. This feeling we shared, this connected that overwhelmed me and dragged me down in its clutches was so raw, like my skin had been stripped away from my body and I sought to find myself a new skin.

Something that didn't just show just me, but him also. I knew it was ridiculous to be even thinking these thoughts because there was no way he could return them. But was so different, so new, and I craved it, I needed it. I had never felt like this before.

My muscles clamped down around him and I threw my head back letting go of everything and screamed his name. I did not want to hide what he did to me. I was done hiding myself away. Edward allowed me the freedom to become my own person and that entitled being able to express myself as I pleased.

I distantly heard a tight groan before I felt warmth spreading through my belly telling me that he had found his release inside me. Stars ebstructed my view and the only word my brain seemed to able to process was his name which fell off my lips in a mantra as our bodies convulsed against each other.

I'm not sure how long we lay there with our eyes closed trying to regulate our breathing before my brain cleared.

"I never knew you could to it like this." I murmured a faint hint of awe in my tone. He chuckled underneath me and slowly opened his eyes." I'd heard of it, but have never partaken in it." He said languishly.

He sighed seeming to snap out of his relaxed mood and sat up his body breaking through the now cold water."Wrap your legs around my waist." He murmured quietly and I hurried to do as he had told me. He groaned tiredly as I changed my position to wrap my legs tightly round his waist, his manhood still placed deep inside of me. He cupped my buttocks in his hands and stood up. I squeaked quietly before wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my head in it.

I felt his body move as he raised himself to get out of the tub carefully before walking over to the bed where he lay me down and leaned back on his knees between my legs.

He stared down at me openly making no move to cover either of our bodies. I let my own gaze run over his skin, memorizing every dimple, blemish, taking in every inch of bared skin...and I mean every inch. I looked down at the rapidly hardening flesh between his legs. It was so big and thick. I wondered if I could bring him pleasure just by touching him with my hand like he had down to me.

I bit down on my bottom lip and contemplated how it would work.

He leaned down thoroughly distracting me he took the lip I was chewing on into his mouth and sucked on it gently. "What are you thinking about?" He asked.

I blushed scarlet and shook her head because there was no way I was going to tell him where my thoughts had drifted to, "Nothing."

He leaned back on his knees and my gaze flickered back to his hardened manhood. It twitched under my gaze and my eyes widened in awe. It had actually moved by itself. He cleared his throat and I tore my gaze away from it and looked up at him

"Can I touch it?" I blurted out without thinking, a strong blush spreading across my cheeks. He looked down at it and then back up at me seeming slightly baffled," You want to touch it?" He asked with eyebrows raised. I nodded wondering if it was a bad thing that I wanted to touch him.

"Alright." He said after a moments silence giving me what I wished.

I sat up trepidation running through me anew and raised a slightly shaking hand and touched it gingerly. It was so soft and hot, yet at the same time hard as a steel rod. I looked up at him for insight and he gave me an encouraging nod. I tucked my hair behind my ear and concentrated on his manhood with renewed determination.

I slowly dragged my finger from the base, up the shaft, to the head. I rubbed my thumb over the tip making the liquid glistening on it cover my fingers. His hips buckled and a hiss escaped through his clenched teeth. I drew my hand back afraid that my actions had caused him pain and looked up at him worriedly. He shook his head panting, "No...that felt good."

I relieved I turned my attention to the thin liquid on my fingers. I rubbed my thumb and fingers together trying to figure out what it could be, "What is the liquid at the end of it?" I asked baffled. He was quiet for a second before responding, his voice low with a husky timber in it. "Um...that's my seed." I nodded in understanding thinking that it must work similar to mine. The accumulation of wetness helping the build-working as a lubrication of sorts- before it all came gushing out when the bliss hit.

I wrapped my hand around him, marveling over the fact that my finger barely met each other, "Are all men this big?" I asked wondering if I should be daunted by his size. He shook my head and straightened his back before puffing out his chest pridefully,"No, I'm probably above average."

I hummed wondering just how big average was. He made it seem that being big was a good thing, something I was still slightly dubious about. Then again it would have hurt no matter how big or small he was and I couldn't deny that earlier activities had not been enjoyable. The fulness I felt could not be described aptly enough in the English language.

"Is it very easy to spill your seed?" Thinking back to the feel of him shooting it deep inside of me earlier. He raised his eyebrows and spoke cautiously," I'm not sure what you mean."

"What I mean is do you need to be having intercourse to spill your seed?" I could feel his eyes boring into me but I refused to look up at him. I carried on trying to explain what I was talking about. "Like when you touched me earlier and you made me feel nice just like when we have intercourse." His breath hitched and he stayed silent for a moment before speaking.

"Oh, you mean an orgasm. No, it in fact much easier for men to bring themselves to an orgasm than for women." An orgasm? Was that the name for the bliss that overtook me when my stomach seemed to explode.

"So I could bring you to an 'orgasm' just by manual stimulation?" I asked pretty certain that I had the basic idea.

"Um...I guess."

I gripped him tighter in my hand causing his eyes roll back into his head, "So what do I do?" I asked.

AN:What did you think? Review and tell me. If you haven't already, go check out my new story 'The Kind Of Pain That heals.'