It's Not Over

By Ginamr

Summary: He'd hurt her and nearly destroyed her. But Edward's crucial mistake was thinking that Bella wouldn't fight back. Bella was a lot tougher than she looked and she was damned if she was going to believe for one minute that the last several months of her life had been a lie.

Soundtrack for this chapter: I Wanna Make Love To You by Eric Clapton, Marry Me by Train

This chapter is from Edward & Bella's POVs.


Eight

BPOV

I sucked in a breath as I processed the question. Edward Cullen was asking me if he could touch my— The world around me spun as I reminded myself to breath. Just the thought of his cold fingers caressing the heat between my legs was enough to soak my panties. I shivered. Good God, this man. It just wasn't fair. He could take me from content to wanton in under three seconds. Did he even realize how sexy he sounded? His voice had dropped two octaves and taken on a rough timber that had me nearly on the brink of exploding and he'd only touched my breast. My gaze locked with his and I realized that he was still waiting for an answer.

"God, yes," I moaned.

His touch remained hesitant as he unbuttoned my jeans and slid the fly down. He pushed the material aside and lightly teased me through the material of my panties. Fire shot through my body at the slight touch and my back arched sharply, a keening sound escaping my lips.

"God, Bella. You're so warm and so wet," he moaned.

Through the mind-shattering sensations, I managed to meet his gaze and whisper breathlessly, "For you. I'm so warm and so wet for you."

His already-obsidian eyes became pitch black at that statement and a noise somewhere between a growl and a snarl rumbled from deep within him. I felt a rush of wetness saturate my soaked underwear at the rawness and the fierceness of it, followed by a whimper when I saw him inhale deeply. He could smell me. Of course. There was no way he couldn't. That insight returned me to reality and I felt the heat of a blush steal into my cheeks. Did he find it repulsive? Did he like it?

He pulled his hand away and I nearly whimpered from the loss. It took a moment for my senses to return enough to realize that his hand was lying against the bare skin of my stomach just above my open jeans. My gaze traveled up to his face to find his eyes tightly shut and his brow furrowed as though he was in pain.

"Edward—"

He raised a single finger and I closed my mouth, waiting. "Just give me a moment, love," he ground out. When I made to sit up, he pushed me back down. "Be still."

After what felt like hours, he relaxed and sighed, his eyes opening. His expression was calmer and not as tense, though his pupils remained dark obsidian, and his touch was gentler as he slid his hand again slowly southward. The familiar feeling of his fingers stroking me through my underwear was arousing, though not quite as overwhelming this time.

I was able to rein in any sudden reactions more quickly and more able to bask in the sensations without it stealing every ounce of my sense. I retained just enough presence of mind to lay my hand gently on top of his and guide it slowly to my thigh. My eyes remained on his face, judging his reaction carefully. I didn't want to overwhelm him or he would stop altogether.

"Under," I instructed huskily.

Shit! I didn't even know my voice could go that low. His nostrils flared and I whimpered softly at the sight of his desire so openly on display. He wanted me. He really wanted me. I would have to remember ask him later what turned him on the most. Any thoughts of later fled my mind as his cold fingers made contact with the bare skin of my folds and I hissed at the contrast of cold on hot.

"Fuck!" I whimpered. His hand froze. I grimaced internally, certain that I'd offended him. Damn my brain for not controlling that impulse. My cheeks heated. "Sorry."

My gaze met his and I noted the incredulous expression on his face. "For what?"

"For saying—that word. I don't ever— It just felt so good and I—"

His eyes widened and he shook his head. "I wasn't offended. I—" He sucked in a breath. "Yes, you never use that word and the fact that all I did was touch you and you said—Christ, Bella, do you know what that does to me?"

I gaped. He liked it when I cursed? Saying that word turned him on? The meaning began to sink in and I shivered. Oh, the possibilities. Would he like me using the other words, too? Would he like it if I talked dirty? His response to both my curse and my earlier statement seemed to indicate a definite 'yes'.

I worried my lower lip, my gaze falling to the fly of his jeans and my eyes widened at the mass of his erection pushing against the zipper. The physical proof of his desire for me was nearly overwhelming and a dozen questions raced through my mind. What would it feel like? Would it be hard? Would it be warm like me or cold like the rest of him? I ached to find out.

"Can I touch you?" I whispered shakily. He hesitated and I pressed, "Please?"

He released a breath through his nose and nodded sharply. Slowly, I reached my hand out and laid it over the bulge in his jeans. I lost control of my brain for a few seconds when I felt him thrust into my touch and heard him groan in pleasure. His eyes were closed again and I froze, allowing him to get used to my touch. He was propped up on shaking arms as I watched him struggle to rein in his baser instincts. I was amazed at the feel of him, the velvety hardness surprising me. It was like stone covered with silk and was so cool to the touch even through the material of his jeans that I shivered.

"Move your hand up and down, love," he ground out.

I did as he asked and fought back a giggle when his eyes rolled back into his head, his hips again thrusting his arousal against my palm. The knowledge that I could make him lose control made me feel powerful. It was like nothing I'd ever felt. I made him feel good. When I touched him, he was at my mercy. It was such a switch from the usual balance in our relationship.

"Fuck, Bella," he growled. "Your hand feels so good, baby."

My heart skipped a beat and my throat tightened with emotion. He'd called me 'baby'. He'd never called me that before. Sure, he'd call me 'love' or 'my love', but never 'baby'. I was surprised to find that I liked it...a lot. If he only ever called me that when we made love, I'd make love to him every moment of every day for the rest of eternity just to hear the way the word sounded on his lips. Slowly, I wrapped my hand around as much of him as I could through the material and repeated the up and down motion I'd used before. A strangled gasp escaped his lips and his head fell against his chest.

"You have to stop, Bella," he panted. "I'm...so close, baby."

But I didn't want to stop. Watching the pleasure that I brought him was so intoxicating. I could touch him like this forever. His breaths became shorter and more hurried and I saw his shoulders tense. I wanted to see his eyes.

"Edward," I murmured. "Look at me." He shook his head. I drew in a breath and said more harshly, "Look at me."

His head snapped up and his eyes locked with mine, but I had the strangest feeling like he was looking through me and not at me. I shivered.

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EPOV

Her hand felt unbelievable. Never in my nearly hundred years had I ever felt anything like it. I don't think whoever said vampires could only be killed a certain way took the pleasure of a woman's hands into consideration because surely if Bella stroked me long enough, I would burst into flames and expire right here. I'd stopped breathing the moment she'd wrapped her hand around my arousal and was weak from the sensation of it.

"Bella," I groaned. "I can't—You have to move your—"

Her voice was soft, yet firm as she replied, "I don't want to. I want to feel you—in my hand."

I stared at her wide-eyed, hardly able to believe what I was hearing. Did my innocent Bella just tell me that she wanted me to come in her hand? I felt the familiar tightening sensation in my abdomen and I growled at the thought, my hips taking on a life of their own as they thrust into her tight grip. I forgot any reasons why I shouldn't and let myself just feel, using Bella's murmured words of encouragement to ground me. Too soon, the tightening released like a coiled spring and my vision went white. Fire raced through my body and for a few moments, it felt like I was floating without gravity to hold me down. Gradually, I became aware of my lovely angel's voice calling out to me.

"Edward," she murmured. "Are you all right?"

I opened my mouth several times to speak before at last managing, "That was indescribable."

Glancing down, I noted the bright flush of her cheeks and couldn't resist a pleased smirk. Why had I resisted this for so long? It was at that moment that my good sense caught up with me and I realized that she hadn't come yet. No longer shy, I pinned her hands carefully above her head and nipped playfully at her ear.

"Your turn, love," I murmured. "Keep them there or I'll stop."

Of course I wanted to bring her the same pleasure that she'd brought me, but I didn't know if I'd be able to control myself if I allowed her to touch me. Besides, I didn't need her delightful hands distracting me from my mission. I would make her come, that I was determined of. I lowered my mouth once again to the exposed skin of her abdomen and sucked the skin into my mouth, careful to keep my teeth away. Her gasp of surprised pleasure had me hard again in seconds.

"Enough teasing," she murmured huskily. "Touch me."

Without another moment's hesitation, I slid my hand into her open jeans and shoved two fingers into her waiting heat. She screamed my name and I couldn't control the growl that rumbled in my chest. She was even hotter and even wetter than before and I felt my arousal twitch at the thought. I pulled out slightly and thrust them into her again, pausing when I felt her barrier. I'd forgotten entirely about it. I continued stroking in and out of her slowly, although now careful to avoid going too deep. The last thing I wanted was to take her innocence completely. No, that would wait until she was in my bed as my wife. I swear my undead heart started again for just a moment at the thought. My wife.

A breathless gasp escaped her lips and I felt my arousal jerk at the pleasure so evident upon her face. I made her feel this way.

"Do you like that, sweet girl?" I whispered. "Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?"

"Yes," she moaned. "I love it. God, don't stop. I'm so fucking close. Please."

I applied my thumb to her clit and increased the pace of my fingers, careful to keep the movements shallow. She arched into my touch and I smirked. "Come for me, Bella," I commanded. "Come all over my fingers. I want to feel it."

I felt it the moment she climaxed, her sheath fluttering around my fingers as she screamed out my name, her fingers tugging at my hair. Unable to resist, my gaze went to her face and venom filled my mouth at the exquisite beauty of her features in orgasm. My cock twitched as I imagined being inside of her when she exploded. How would I ever resist the temptation until our wedding night knowing how she looked in the throes of pleasure?

"Edward?" she whispered.

I felt her hand on my cheek and my eyes flew to hers. My throat tightened at the tears I saw in them. I wiped them away with my clean hand and kissed her closed eyes.

"You're so exquisite, love," I murmured. "Please don't cry."

She drew in a shuddering breath. "That was so amazing. All of this time we could have been—"

I was stunned. "You enjoyed it?"

The lyrical chime of her laughter echoed in my ears. "Very much. I can't even begin to describe it." At my hesitation, her brow furrowed. "Please don't regret it. It's a perfectly acceptable way of showing our love. That's why they call it making love. There's nothing dirty about that."

I shook my head. "I could never regret bringing you pleasure," I murmured huskily. "I just didn't expect—"

"I love it when you touch me."

Chuckling, I added, "Then I will endeavor to touch you as often as possible."

Her heart raced and I nuzzled her neck. The knowledge of what I did to her had me aching again for her hand and perhaps even her mouth. Despite the ungentlemanly direction of my thoughts, I could no longer deny her effect on me. More than anything, I wanted to watch her take my arousal between her pouty lips and to feel her tongue against it. I shuddered at the thought, my erection twitching in response.

I reached into my pocket, feeling for the ring until my hand grasped it. Weak with desire and love, I helped her stand and before she could react I was down on one knee, pulling the ring from my pocket as my gaze locked with hers. Her eyes widened the moment she spotted the ring pinched between my thumb and index finger. She gasped, clasping a hand to her mouth.

"My beautiful, exquisite Isabella," I began. "From the day you stumbled into my life, you've changed me. Never have I felt more Human than when I'm with you and never have I felt like more of the man I've always wanted to be than when I'm holding you. You are my sun through many dark and endless nights. You are my existence and nothing will ever mean more to me than you do. Please, my love, will you do me the extraordinary honor of becoming my wife?"