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This is the honeymoon from Edward's point of view. I hope it turns out okay. Please read my other story Uncertain beginnings as well. It is the story Of Nahuel and Hulien.
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Chapter 4
After I had sufficiently cooled off from my ardor, I returned to the house, swiftly changing into dry clothes. I headed into the kitchen and started to make Bella some breakfast. I had made sure to have the refrigerator well stocked before we arrived, wanting Bella's human side to lack nothing. I was not sure what I should make, but I decided that a traditional breakfast of bacon and eggs would be a good choice. I whisked the eggs, adding in spices and cheese, using my keen sense of smell to determine what ingredients would make it the most flavorful. I had spent some time watching the food network, to learn how to make succulent dishes for her during our honeymoon; I wanted her to remember every last detail of our stay here.
Just as I was finishing up, I heard her feet treading against the floor, I assumed that the smell of food was drawing her in, and I smiled knowing that she must be famished. As she entered the kitchen I heard her stomach roar in hunger. "Here." I said handing her the steaming plate of food, my smile spreading even further as I took in her simple beauty. She wore a simple white sundress, and no make up, she looked so natural, the way I preferred her, right down to her bare feet. I saw the delight on her face. She accepted the plate at sat down at the table, her hunger more intense then even I realized as she almost inhaled the eggs. "I'm not feeding you often enough." I said, both as a statement and in question as I sat down across from her at the small table.
"I was asleep." She answered. "This is really good, by the way. Impressive for someone who doesn't eat." Was that a smile playing on the edges of her lips? I smiled at her, the way she said she loves, and admitted my secret "Food Network." She seemed to smile more fully then, looking happier. "Where did the eggs come from?" She asked. Of course, she knew that we didn't eat so she would wonder where food would come from on a tropical Island. "I asked the cleaning crew to stock the kitchen. A first, for this place. I'll have to ask them to deal with the feathers……" I thought briefly about thee large white bed, dusted in soft white feathers, not sure what I would say to the cleaners when they came.
Bella finished eating, the said, "Thank you." She leaned across the table and kissed me. I felt the soft, warm pressure of her lips against mine, desire welling up inside me. I kissed her back, moving my lips against hers. They were soft and moist, and so damn warm….just like the rest of her body. I stopped, frozen as I realized where this could lead, if I was not strong enough to resist the temptation that was her , and I leaned away from her. She stared at me for a moment then said "You aren't going to touch me again while we're here, are you?" I wasn't sure what to say, but then I raised my hand to stroke the soft contours of her cheek, letting my fingers linger on the soft flushed skin that so often gave away how she felt, and I felt her lean into my touch, resting her face into the cupped palm of my hand. She looked at me accusingly then said, "You know that's not what I meant." I sighed dropping my hand from her face. "I know. And you're right." I told her honestly. I paused searching for the right words, then I decided that the truth would be the best approach. I raised my chin to look at her more directly. "I will not make love to you until you've been changed. I will never hurt you again."
I didn't want to get into an argument about this topic, so I continued on talking about all of the wonderful place to explore that were awaiting us on the Island. We opted for snorkeling first. Bella swam amongst the small brightly colored fish the dwelled on the reefs surrounding the island. Seeing her water slicked body as the sunlight glisten off of the droplets of water that lingered on her skin made my manhood swell in my trunks. I lingered back because when I went in the water the fish tended to hide, and I wanted her to see the beauty there. I sat where I was admiring her beauty that outshone even the most brightly colored fish. I felt the pressure building up within me as she moved her body against the waves. The foamy water moving past her hips, causing me to think of the heat that dwelled there in her innermost core, and the thoughts made me burn with desire.
I watched her sink into the warm water, totally unaware as to how she was affecting me. I move closer as she explored, allowing my self to sink into the depths of the water to watch her. Never had I been so thankful that I didn't need to breathe. Bella occasionally stopped to look at me, then she would point to something that drew her attention, and she would be off again. The throbbing inside my shorts was making it hard to focus. As Bella swam I could see the hard tips of her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her bathing suit. I imagined them in my teeth as I ran my tongue over her hardened nubs. I pictured rolling them between my fingertips, squeezing them gently, but firmly, feeling them stand in response to my touch. I moaned then, and was thankful that I was underwater, and that Bella would not have been able to hear me. Bella rose for air, temporarily leaving me with a spectacular view of her lower half under the water. I could see her legs moving, making the water crest around her. Suddenly she bent to dive down again, her bathing suit conforming to the firm roundness of her buttocks, and pulling tightly across the center of her most private areas. I felt my hardness reach a peak, and couldn't even stop the cool explosion that rocked through my body, causing every inch of me to quiver in pleasure as my cool seed burst forth. I swam deeper to allow my body to recover from my orgasm, an orgasm that she had brought on simply by being there. She could affect me so even with her nearness, I couldn't wait until we could wholly be together again. I wanted to join with her, to make her moan my name. I wished to drive her to the highest peaks that her heightened passions would allow, and to join her in that moment of passion as we would both cum together from the intensity of our love making.
Until then I would have to maintain the highest level of control when I was near her. I could not let myself be too close to her when I was over come like this, or she would be in danger of being harmed again. I couldn't let that happen. I would have to have the utmost control over the animal within who wanted her so badly. I would not hurt her again.