Wedding Rehearsal
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This story's plot belong to me..
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Summary:
He was watching her for too long. She was convinced he had abandoned her.
Her wedding was supposed to be the perfect getaway.
He didn't think so.
Chapter Four: Playing fair.
Bella couldn't take her eyes from Edward's face. She was feeling his hands on her thighs and the anxious movement of his chest while he was breathing. She could almost hear his heartbeat, though in her head was becoming louder and louder, like the sound of African drums during a ritual. It was an almost primal sound. She was afraid to focus on his eyes. She was sure they would see deep inside her and that he would know. He shouldn't know. He should leave her in quiet, with Jacob, in a new home, in a new family. He shouldn't know that she almost died waiting for him to return. He shouldn't know that Jacob was the one who saved her from crushing to those cliffs. He shouldn't know that Charlie had made a promise to never let him close to her anymore.
But what if he already knows? Bella thought. How did he know about the wedding and the dress? she wondered and the facts started getting in a row. He was watching her. She wanted to ask him a million things but his proximity had almost paralyzed her. With great effort, she turned her head left, and without looking at his face, she opened her mouth to speak.
"Edward, I'm okay, I..." but she never finished. Edward's head was lying between her legs while his palms were softly caressing her thighs, like feathers, leaving goosebumps after every light touch.
"Please..." he begged. "Please, I need a minute, I want..." and then he stopped. He left her skin and his hands grabbed the counter next to Bella's hips. His was still kneeling in front of her with his head on her legs. She looked down and awkwardly shifted, trying to move a little but it was impossible. She was again trapped.
"Edward, please, I have to get out of here, the blood...It smells horribly." She wasn't lying, that smell was making her dizzy. She timidly touched his bronze hair and tried to make him rise his head. He was not responding. She was feeling tired , and frustrated, and afraid. Although he had caused her too much pain, she didn't want him to get hurt from Jacob or Charlie. She wanted him out and safe as soon as possible.
"Edward, please...go," she finally said and two piercing green eyes were nailed on her face. He looked more tensed than she had ever seen him. Finally, he asked:
"Do you love him?" It was a straight but not a simple question and asking was not the only thing he was doing at that time. His right hand was on her left ankle. He was touching her higher and higher, behind her knee, on her hip, inside her robe.
Trapped, again, Bella thought and her hands went limp next to his fists.
"He loves me," she whispered, lowering her gaze.
"Do. You. Love. Him?" He insisted and pressed his body on her lower half, his arms touching her hips. He was testing her, daring her, pushing...like he always had. He looked more determined, more collected, like he knew more than she thought, like he could read her mind.
"This is not fair" she finally said and once more she shifted, but he managed to keep her still with his arms putting more force on her sides.
"Let me go," she protested pushing him with her palms but her attempt was weak. In a graceful way , Edward stood up, almost sliding on her length, and holding both her hands on the counter, he looked straight in her eyes and whispered:
"I'll show you what is fair Bella," and crushed his lips on hers. There was need, and lust, and thirst on that kiss. His mouth was covering hers, not asking but demanding. And she gave in. Her own lips went apart, letting him take the lower one between his teeth and caress it with his impatient tongue. He was worshiping that small part of her flesh like his life was hanging from it. It had been so long, more than three years since the last time he had kissed her. It was very different this time though. They were both different.
Bella had started responding. His taste was just as she remembered. Edward. They had kissed before. The last time was on that night of the prom, but it was a very different kiss, light and sweet. He was saying goodbye back then. The memory of that kiss was pushed aside by the present. There was nothing innocent about the way he was kissing her. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was not saying goodbye. He was literally breathing through her. A low gasp reminded him that she needed air. He let her lips free and started almost ravishing the rest of her face. Her cheeks, her jaw, her temples, every molecule, until he reached that tender spot behind her ear. He barely touched her there with his mouth but his tongue had other ideas. The warm and wet muscle, was tapping , licking and caressing that spot slowly, making Bella unable to think clearly. She had almost stopped feeling anything around her except from him.
After breathing hard, she moaned and parted her lips. It was like an invitation which he excepted without a second thought. His mouth found hers once more and he did a lot more than exploring the surroundings. His tongue started discovering new areas inside her. It was almost like he was trying to get deeper, everywhere he could reach. And she responded. Their tongues were finally dancing together and the rest of their bodies were not outsiders to the frenzy of their reunion. He was pressing more and more on her and she could feel him already hard, pushing towards the natural destination, her center. She was wet and warm there but she didn't know if he could feel it. It didn't matter anyway. In seconds he had grabbed her by her hips and put her completely on the counter. She heard things moving, falling, hitting. She felt two strong hands loosening the knot of her belt and air passing through the opening of her robe. He hadn't stopped kissing her. And then, he was there, touching the dump underwear until he got his evidence.
A low growl escaped his mouth as he let her breath one more time, transferring his ministrations on her neck.
"You want me," he whispered, while licking, sucking, nibbling her pulse point.
"I was dreaming for this moment. God, you're so wet," he said, and his right thumb pressed there, provoking the sensitive area, asking for more, always more. Bella was feeling hot, and wet, and hungry for him. Her future husband had tried so many times to make her ask, feel, enjoy his touch. She was always thinking so much about it. It was a difficult and awkward procedure. There was not the fire, the need to take your partner with you, inside you. Things were so different with Edward. She was burning, in and out. She could feel him everywhere. His hardness was more insisting, second by second. She was doing that to him.
Impatient hands were pushing the robe off her shoulders, while his mouth was kissing her neck again and again. Just as he was about to continue lower the sound of a phone interrupted the spell.
"Jacob," she said and he reacted with another growl and an ultimate act of possession. He bit hard on her neck, right on her pulse point. He had marked her, in a very inappropriate spot, on a very inappropriate day.
A/N. Yes, short chapter. A bride with a hickey? Thank you for reading. Please review and tell me what you think. Comments make my day and updates follow them! Please check my other stories also and tell me what you think.
