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~*EPOV*~

I know Bella is in pain. She doesn't hide things very well, and I can tell she is fighting the burning fire in her shoulder just to please me. It's time for her to get some well deserved rest, so we head back to her apartment. I am inwardly elated that she enjoyed my roof top surprise, and I'm even more pleased we will be keeping it a secret from the others for the time being. My dick seems to think we might be able to break in the pillows a few times before telling everyone. I would like to say I did this for us without any thought of sex, but I would be lying.

As we turn the corner, walking toward Bella's apartment, I begin to feel a bit uneasy. From the corner of my eyes I glance at her, checking to see if she is okay. I think the uneasiness is emanating from her, but as we get closer to her apartment I realize I am wrong.

The door to Bella's apartment is cracked open. Someone has broken in. I reach over, catching her by the waist, and pull her safely behind me. Someone could still be in there. This is very wrong.

I try to focus on the words written across the door, but Bella's fear washes over me and I'm suddenly in tune with the fact that she is vastly approaching another fainting session. Her heart picks up pace and, as if we are one, I can feel it in my veins, surging through my body. I know she is on the verge of breaking, so I decide to grab her and run.

Tucking her in my arms, I take off toward Alice's apartment. It is the closest place and Alice will be able to keep Bella safe while I figure out what to do. With Bella wrapped in my arms I find it hard to knock so I kick the door until she answers.

"Alice! ALICE!" Please answer.

"OK! I'm coming, Edward." She opens the door looking a little pissed but changes her expression after taking in my spasmodic state. She backs away, allowing us to enter. "Edward, what happed? I didn't see…" she trails off.

I waste little time messing with her, flipping open my phone and hitting speed dial #2.

This better be good dawg, it's fucking two in the morning.

Emmett, I need you at Alice's and come armed.

What about Rose? Should she…

No, tell Rose to stay in the apartment.

On my way.

I hang up the phone, glancing over at Bella. She sits so still, trapped in her head, and for once I'm glad. I don't want her to have to deal with this shit. She has been through so much and I don't even know the half of it. I can't imagine what must be going through her head. I can only hope the silence is positive, a form of defense against reality for her.

I feel an overwhelming urge to protect her. In the short time I've known her; she's seemed to weave her way into my soul, she becoming part of me and I part of her. I have never felt this way toward anyone and it is a bit overwhelming. I try not to think about it, read into my feelings too much. All I know is that I care. I deeply care for her.

Jasper enters the room and makes his way to my side, apparently aware of the situation at hand. I fill in the blanks, telling him all I know thus far. He decides it would be best to be prepared, all of us armed, just in case the perpetrator is still in the apartment. I am not ready to get any of us killed so I comply. We move about the apartment with haste, meeting in the bedroom.

Jasper gestures for me to choose my weapon. I choose a nickel plated, 357 magnum six shooter with a five inch barrel. It is a beast of a gun with a strapping pearl handle. I strap up, tucking the beast away so Bella can't see. I'm pretty sure this would send her over the edge.

We enter the living room, whispering plans, keeping them far from Bella's fogged ears. She is still sitting in the same spot, hopefully unaware of any change, still trapped in her head, I assume. I walk over and take a knee beside her. She looks through me as I kiss her abandoned face. I can feel her pull, her heart pleading with me, "Please don't go, Edward. Stay." I force my eyes from her, knowing if I think this through I may concede to her demand, and that can't happen…not right now. I kiss her lips one last time, feeling an ache in my heart for walking away from her.

I close the door, taking a deep breath before heading to her broken home. Jasper and Emmett flank my sides as we make our way down the hall, listening intently, catching every broken noise. I throw up one hand, signaling them to stop. Reaching into the holster I grab the beast, cocking the hammer as I proceed to enter. The door feels heavy, something blocking the way. Using my back, so my hands are free, I push the door open and we enter. It seems eerily quiet. All of us on high alert, our senses are working overtime.

We check all the rooms, and the damage to her place is shocking. Her couch is demolished, the same words, Your mine, areplastered on every wall in the apartment. Bella's bedroom has taken the brunt of the wrath. I'd hate to think of what would have happened to her if she had been here, alone. The thought makes me sick inside. I walk into the living room and find Jasper and Emmett positioned in the center of the chaos. My mind is running in different directions…who, what, and mostly why? Why would someone do this to her? What has she done to warrant this?

I glance around the living room and the words, You're Mine, rip into me, releasing the pent up anger I'd been trying to control. "What the FUCK!" I yell, punching the wall, adding another hole. "Who would do this?"

Emmett answers my rhetorical question, as he turns in circles taking in the destruction. "Shit, Edward. I have never seen anything like this. Whoever did this is either fucking sick or hard up on her…" His attention is drawn to a large wooden trunk tucked into the corner of the living room. The lid lies open exposing its contents. I don't recognize it. I guess I never really paid much attention to anything in here but her. "Edward, I think you need to come see this." Emmett's voice comes out broken, sputtered.

I make my way over to him, kicking at the scattered debris. His face turns grave as his eyes pull away from the trunk. I feel an uncomfortable tightness in the pit of my stomach as I draw near, wondering what could be in the box that would distress Emmett this way. His stance is one of stiffness, his jaw flexing as he speaks. "I'm sorry man, I'm sorry for what she has gone through," he breathes.

Standing by him I look inside. At first all I see are papers scattered about in a haphazard manner, but upon further inspection I realize the chest contains Bella's secrets. The chaotic mess is her police files. It looks eerily familiar to my mother's and father's. My eyes fall upon a photo, the photo that must have Emmett on edge. It is a close up of Bella's face beaten and swollen. If I was not aware of every curve in her perfect face, I would swear the photo was of someone else, not Bella. A large gash ran across her cheek, every inch of skin bruised and swollen. The sight makes me sick, my stomach forcing acidic fluids into my throat, burning as it churns. Without another thought I close the lid, locking her past from my eyes, swallowing the burn away. If she wanted me to know about that file she would have given it to me, and after laying my eyes on that photo of her, I'm not sure I could see any more.

The door creaks and we all pause, taking a defensive stance as we draw our guns, pointing them toward the door. I hold my breath as it pushes open, my mind envisioning the fucker coming back, coming to get what he came for in the first place.

My Bella! She stands wide eyed, slapped with fright at the sight of her damaged apartment. I stand erect immediately. "Bella? What are you doing, baby? You shouldn't be here." I catch a glimpse of Alice standing behind her, my angry eyes piercing her. The guys relax their stance, Jasper moving to Alice in an instant.

I rush to her, feeling awful that I'm unable to protect her from this. Bella stands in the doorway, hands balled up in hard fists, still unable to move. Rose appears behind her, gasping at the sight of Bella's thrashed quarters.

"You were all told to stay put," I growl.

Not listening to me, the three of them, Bella, Alice and Rose push their way past me, through the rubble, staring at the writing on the walls. Bella walks slowly, but never stopping. I follow close behind making sure she knows I'm here for her just in case she needs me. She makes her way down the hall, into the spare room, taking in the disaster. She walks to a small open box on the floor, pictures scattered about. Her hands start trembling, head slowly moving back and forth. "No, No, No, No," she whispers.

I hear someone come up behind me, but I can't move. Rose pushes past as I stand frozen, not knowing what to do for her.

Rose whispers to her, "B, I'll get this put back together honey, I promise." Squatting down, she begins picking up the scattered memories of Bella's past.

Unsure of how to proceed, I exit the room to gather my thoughts. I pause in the hallway, pressing my back against the cool wall, running my hands through my hair, pulling at the strands in frustration. Something is not sitting right with me, the awkward feeling that I'm missing something. Information? I'm sure, if I were a snoop, I could find my answers hidden within that chest, but I am not willing to invade Bella's privacy, nor could I stomach seeing another one of those photographs. I sink down the wall, buckling at the knees. Who did this?

Jasper and Emmett make their way into the hall, leaning against the wall across from me, joining in the silence. I can't help but think we are all pondering on the same questions. Who? Why?

My gut tells me it's not the cop, that Jake dickhead something-or-other. I stand and walk past the guys, taking a stance in the center of the room. What am I missing?

Bella… I run back to the room entering with haste. I need to know if she spots anything missing or out of the ordinary. Thankfully she has regained some composure, holding her body upright. There is less fear, more power, in her stance. She turns to me, her red eyes full of questions.

"Bella, I need you to do something for me, can you help me?" She nods her head. "I want you to walk through each room. See if you can tell me if anything is missing or if something looks out of the ordinary." I reach out my hand for her to take.

With her hand wrapped tightly in mine, we begin at the front door. She searches the room, her eyes examining every piece of furniture, broken picture frame, shattered item, covering every inch from top to bottom. I'm sure this kind of detail must be difficult for her, but at this point anything she finds could help us. She scans through all the albums, CD's, movies, but nothing catching her attention. Stumbling down the hall she pauses at her bedroom door. She has yet to visit the butchery of her bedroom and I desperately want to shield her from it, to whisk her away, but I know she must continue with the search. She opens the door slowly, standing at the entrance for a prolonged moment before stepping inside. The light looms, darkening the red words scribed on the walls and across her bed. Her lack of reaction tells me she is tucked tightly in her subconscious for safe keeping. She walks to middle of the room, feet apart, knees locked for stability. My breathing alters, taking pace with her short panted breaths, and again I feel as if we are connected emotionally. Her eyes shift about, molding into and around every curve and shape of the room.

Rose, Alice, Emmett and Jasper all huddle in the doorway watching Bella closely. Rose moves into the room, her face losing color, looking as though someone just walked over her grave. She begins to shake, eyes bulging from there sockets. "Get out!" she forces through her clenched teeth. "Don't touch anything and get out of here now!"

We all freeze with fright. Her eyes flicker to meet mine, and for a split second I felt as though I can read her thoughts…Trust me, Edward, get everyone out of here, please.

I take Bella into my arms in one swoop, still not sure of the urgency in the matter. Her directions, get out and don't touch anything, make my brain wonder. Does she see something? Does she know something we don't? Bella's hands move around my neck gripping tightly, her face buried into the small of my neck.

We all huddle in the hall outside her apartment. I keep Bella in my arms, feeling secure with her pressed against me, but my body is crawling with anxiety, waiting for Rose to emerge. She walks out of the apartment on the cell phone, and all eyes are on her as we listen intently to the words that flow into the phone.

"I need to speak to Detective Banner." The sorrow in her eyes is tangible as they run over each one of us, taking in our concern.

What? Why would she need to speak to a Detective and who is he?

"Detective Banner, this is Rosalie Hale. I think we have a problem and possibly a crime scene on our hands." She looks at us, pain and regret written behind her dead gaze. "Yes sir, it's Isabella Swan. Her apartment was broken into. You need to send a unit. He left something pertaining to the case."

I have no idea what to make of this information as it unravels in front of me. Who the fuck left something? What fucking case? What the fuck is going on?

Bella's head lifts up, her eyes wide with the most heart gripping fright. She swallows thickly, her eyes never moving from mine. Deep in her subconscious she is screaming at me, and I can hear it loud and clear. In that moment my fucking light bulb flicks on. He was here, in her fucking apartment. The thought sends earthquake sized tremors throughout my body. I try to search for a reason to stand here, and I can't think of one, but my feet refuse to move. Bella shifts, willing me to let her down, but my hands fight against her.

She leans in, pressing her lips to the soft of my ear. "I can do this," she murmurs, her soft voice tickling my lobe. Reluctantly, I ease her down, allowing her to stand on her own. She turns to Rose. "Rose, what's going on? You said he was in jail." Her hand reaches back grabbing a hold of my jeans.

Rose hangs up the phone, turning to face Bella. "I am so sorry B, I ….I just wanted you to feel safe." As if a switch was flipped, the tears fall and she sobs, "I have failed…failed miserably." Her words come out in a garbled mess.

"He's not in jail? You lied to me?" Bella's voice cracks. "How could you do this to me Rose?" Rose moves in to comfort Bella but she retreats to my side. Rose steps back.

"I'm truly sorry B, with your parent's deaths I was the only one around to make decisions, and I thought at the time I could protect you." Her tears stream awkwardly down her face. "I never meant for this to happen."

"What did you find, Rose? What is in my apartment?" she snarls.

Rose shakes her head trying not to answer.

"ROSE!" she growls loudly.

With a sigh and a small whimper, Rose begins. "He strategically placed your bikini on the floor, the one you were wearing that night, it was never recovered from the scene. I remember it well, because it's the one you bought when we went to Mexico."

I pry Bella's hand from my jeans, holding her balled up fist tightly. She relaxes in my palm, weaving her fingers between mine. Within minutes Detective Banner shows up with several officers, roping off Bella's apartment, taking statements from each of us.

I shift from one foot to the other, opening and clenching my hands into tight fists while I watch Bella from a distance as she is giving her statement. The distance between us torments me, and I want to hold her, protect her, guarantee everything will be alright. When every possible question is answered, and Detective Banner is satisfied, I make my way to her. She tucks herself close to me, and I feel as if she isn't close enough. My drained body and mind want to do whatever it takes to keep her going, but I can feel her slipping. I pull her firmly against my chest, hoping my embrace will provide enough comfort.

Rose makes her way to us. "She needs rest. Take her home and I'll take care of this. Emmett said he would stay with me."

I have no intention of arguing with her. Bella and I are falling apart at the seams, our fragile bodies only seconds from succumbing to sleep. I guide her into my apartment, locking the door behind us. Bella stands next to me, her blank stare a sign of her fragile state. I pull her into my arms, lifting her and carrying her lifeless body into my room, carefully placing her on the bed. She lies back, making no effort to move as I take off her shoes and remove her leather pants and top, replacing them with one of my T-shirts. I pull back the covers and tuck her into bed. I waste no time stripping down to my boxers, crawling in next to her, wrapping my body around her for safe keeping. I close my eyes, feeling the rise and fall of our synced breathing, drifting off to sleep within seconds.

I would have thought Bella would keep me up with nightmares, but I find it quite peaceful. I lay stuck in a slight daydream of her, with the everlasting scent of Bella swarming the room. My brain trails off to la la land, not knowing what is real or my sick imagination. I decide it must be my sick imagination, because the state she was in before we went to sleep would never allow for this. Her leg is hitched over me, and she drags it slowly down my shaft, crating much wanted friction. Already in full salute, my morning wood throbs with anticipation. My daydream Bella pushes herself on top of me, slowly straddling me, backing down my legs just enough to free me from the confines of my boxers.

"Bella," I breathe, as her warm hands move over the head of my cock. She leans down to take me in her mouth sucking eagerly, warmth spreading over me. Then the realization hits me. You really never feel warm or cold in your dreams, not the way this feels. This type of warm sensation is normally followed by the changing of soiled bedding when you were a kid.

I open my eyes slowly, still feeling the ecstasy of Bella's warmth on me. The sight before my sleep filled eyes just about makes me shoot my load right then and there.

"Bella? God! What are you doing?" Not that I was bothered, no, no, no, on the contrary, I wanted her to keep going. Bella's lips flexed around my cock, sipping and slurping her way up and down, taking me in fully, shaking her head slightly so the tip dips further into the back of her throat. I reach up to pull back her hair and flex my hips, shoving further into her, feeling the vibrations of her low resonating moan around my dick. "Bella," I quiver, "Stop, gaaahh, stop and talk to me for a second." And then you can finish.

She pulls up slowly. "What Edward?" She glares at me, actually looking a little bothered with me for interrupting her pleasure. I pause, her hand, her warm perfect hand, still gripped around the base of my dick has taken my full attention. She catches on to me and begins to giggle uncontrollably, letting go of her kungfoo grip in the process. "What's wrong, Edward, cat got your tongue?"

"No, I was just surprised to wake with your, um, mouth around me. I'm just caught off guard. It's not every day I wake up with a Bella around my goods." I wink.

"You were moaning my name, and very seductively I might add, so I thought I would make your dreams come true." She blushes the most beautiful shade of pink. Her innocence meets her eyes, making me smile.

"Well I was having a wonderful dream, but it was nowhere near as good as the real thing." My eyes flicker from her back to my dick, urging her to continue.

She takes me in her hands once more, stroking me, sending the most erotic vibrations throughout my body. Her eyes fix on mine as she leans down to take me in once again. The feeling of Bella covering me is mind numbing. My knees lock, eyes rolling into the back of my head. I have no control over my body. Her pleasurable touch turns me to mush, a gooey substance of a man, surrendering to her touch. Her cheeks pull me in sucking harder as the end of her tongue circles the tip, sliding through the small slit. My hands grip the sheets, pulling the material into the palms of my hands.

Three loud thumps sound out from the living room and my head snaps up to meet Bella's eyes. She cocks her head sideways, her mouth still wrapped around the head of my dick. Three more thumps and I am pissed. Again, someone is cock blocking me. First the piano and now this!

The banging on the door gets louder, more forceful with every thump.

Bella hops off the bed, smiling at me as she wipes her mouth. She grabs a pair of my shorts and puts them on. "I'll take care of it. You stay, I'm not done with you!" She laughs something wicked, skipping out of the room.

That girl is sure to be the death of me.

I hear the door open. Mumbled words quickly transform into mumbled yelling. I jump out of bed, scrambling for clothes to put on, making haste as I enter the room to find that dick-wad cop, Jake, standing in my doorway. Deep in my core, clouds of rage begin to form, charged up lightning bolts begging to escape. I run to her side, her rage as forceful as mine.

She pushes him into the hall. "You're not! I will not allow you to! Call that damn detective right now and tell him I want someone else! How do I know it wasn't you?"

I grab her around the waist, pulling her back into the apartment, shutting the door in his face with a quick turn of the lock. "I need you to calm yourself, Bella, and tell me what is going on."

She huffs and puffs, and I'm pretty sure she is about to blow a gasket. She paces back and forth, fingers running through her scalp, pulling at her hair. "That Fucker! That shit fuck outside seems to think…" She stops, turning to face me. "He has been assigned to me, my apartment. I can't, Edward. I won't have him near me." She pants.

I grab her, taking her to the couch. "I'll take care of it, please relax."

"I'm not a kid, Edward. I can take care of myself." She spits.

"I never said you were, but I can see how angry he makes you so let me take care of this…for you." I don't want much, but I want to take care of her. I want to be good for her like she is good for me.

Thankfully she allows me to leave without a fight. I unlock the door hoping to find Jake close by, making my way down the hall. I spot him standing in front of her door, a worried look on his face. He pushes the door open, making his way inside. I follow, watching his movement. I approach the door, knocking as I enter so he does not pull his gun and 'accidentally' shoot me. He looks my direction as I enter.

"This is bad, really bad." He utters. "They found semen on the bed, and it's a positive match to the DNA from her attacker." His head drops into his hands. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. You have the love of my life in your apartment, in your bed," he growls.

"Look, I don't know much about you, and what I do know, I don't like. Bella has made it clear she does not want you near her, and I have to agree with her." I walk closer to him.

"Competition scares you, Edward?" He turns to face me.

I laugh at his ridiculous statement. "Are you BLIND? She hates the ground you walk on. She loathes the thought of you, and you think you are competition…for me?" I laugh out loud.

"She was mine," he growls.

All the energy pulls out of the room, surging onto by body. I'm so fucking pissed I could punch the fucker in the face. Bella is mine, all mine! "Key word being WAS. She was yours. Now she is mine, so stay away from her or so help me… Don't you think she has been through enough? You say you love her. Do you not understand the meaning of love? 'Love' does not insist on its own way. If you 'loved' her, you would respect her, and that includes letting her go." Walk away before you kill him. I turn to walk out, and his hand grabs my shoulder. I pause, turning slowly back to look back at him. "Take your hand off me pig, or lose an arm," I growl.

His hands rise up, surrendering. "Calm down, Casanova. I just want to protect her. It's the least I can do. Once upon a time she cared for me and I…loved her. But I guess it wasn't enough. Look, not that you care, but I feel responsible for her attack, and because of that I want to be around for this. You can't expect me to walk away. She may not love me anymore, but I love her and that does not just go away." His face turns sincere, all the air dissipating. "Did she tell you the story?" he asks.

I really don't know what to say. I feel the anger in my body slowly release like a balloon poked with a needle. "I know only what she has told me and I would appreciate it if you say no more. What information I get, when I get it, will come from her and only her."

"Suit yourself." He shrugs. "I'm not part of this." His hand points to the writing on the walls. "If that is what you are thinking. I could never hurt Bella, she…" He trails off.

The thought of her ever being with this tool, well it just pisses me the fuck off. I know deep down he has nothing to do with the vandalism of Bella's apartment. If he is telling the truth and the DNA is a match…"Ok, I understand you want to look after Bella, but you need to respect her. Just the sight of you pisses her off, so please, for her sanity stay clear of her." My tone is stern. I can't have Bella up in fits because Jake is hanging around. I would personally go insane if I had to see his mug around here all the time, and I'm pretty sure she would loose her shit every time as well.

"Fair enough," he whispers as I exit.

I make my way to the apartment pondering the awkward conversation I just had with Jake. I really think his heart is in the right place, but his boyish stupidity gets on my nerves. I enter the apartment and find Bella waiting for me in the same spot I left her.

Sitting down beside her, I feel the intensity of her emotions. She wraps her body around mine, straddling my lap. "Did you get rid of him?" Her eyes are begging as her hands thread into my hair.

"I think so." I answer, sliding my hands around her waist, pulling her close.

"Thank you." She exhales into my neck sending chills up my spine.

~*~

Due to the constant surveillance and lack of privacy, Bella is becoming more of a hermit. Any time we leave the apartment, we are followed. When we come home, someone is waiting on guard. Our only privacy is within the confines of my apartment, or I should say our apartment.

Thankfully, Jake has taken my advice, keeping clear of Bella. I know he is out there, I have seen him a few times, but he has never made himself seen, giving her the space she needs.

Bella's apartment is taking a bit of time to clear out and renovate. There was more damage done then we originally thought possible, totaling to a sum of five grand. I could care less about the money, but that amount of damage in an apartment is fucking substantial.

She won't admit it, but I'm sure she is frightened of that place. I don't expect her to return to it anytime soon and, although I enjoy the idea, I'm sure asking her to move in with me would somehow make her feel like I'm taking away her independence. So, for now my plan is to stretch out the renovation for as long as humanly possible.

She seems content staying with me, and that makes me hopeful. Some days with Bella are easy, but her difficult days leave me on edge. It often seems like she is fighting with her inner demons, but I manage to tiptoe around her emotions, offering comfort where it is needed. I understand all to well what she may be experiencing, but her emotions are raw, whereas I have had time to deal with mine.

One thing that helps her cope is keeping her mind occupied. She has been getting tons of calls from clients wanting to hire her for freelance photography, but the constant supervision has turned many clients away. Weddings are a no-go. Who wants their wedding potentially ruined by a psychopath killer on the loose? So for now she has been taking on more of the editorial photography, which keeps her busy. She shot for Sports Illustrated a few times, and they seem to really like her. Most importantly, they couldn't care less about her body guard.

I find it hard to be away from her while she is on location. I want nothing more then to go with her, but I have neglected my work for weeks and it's time to get back into some form of normalcy.

Bella is due home at around seven, so I rush to finish my work, arriving home at about seven twenty. As I walk through the door emptiness consumes me. The place feels stagnant. I wonder where she is, but before my mind runs wild with suppositions, my eye catches a small card placed on the piano.

Edward,

Meet me in our secret hiding spot.

B

I wonder what she is up to and another thought invades my thoughts. Is this a trick? Panic sets in as I rush out the door, a slew of scenarios flashing through my mind. I race down the hall and up the hatch to our secret spot. I push the hatch open and my body stiffens, freezing on the last step. My heart races, pumping so hard I can feel it trying to escape my chest. I crawl onto the roof and gasp, focusing on the beauty that lies before me.

All of the candles are lit, flickering in the slight breeze. My senses are working over time, pulling me toward the sweet scent of honeydew that fills the air. The faint sound of music is humming, soothing the quick beating of my heart. A smile pulls across my face. Con Te Partiro.The words of Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman fill the air, dancing around the open space.

"Bella?" I call softly.

"In here, Edward." Her frame is pressing against the light, feeding her dark silhouette to me like a movie screen.

I take in a quick breath, my eyes focusing on the lack of movement around her body. She's naked, her shadow sinking out of sight as I walk toward her. My eyes lock on the center of the gazebo. She grins, her body pressing into the silk covered pillows, one arm tucked behind her head.

"Beautiful," I breathe.

Her brown locks are swept over her right shoulder, covering one of her round, hard pearls. My eyes continue down her flawless skin, taking in her perfection. My eyes rake over her crossed ankles, running up the apex of her thighs, the pressure pushing together her smooth plumped lips. She looks completely delectable. Oh, the things I could do to this woman. I feel my erection pressing against my pants, my movement pulling me like gravity toward her naked splendor.

I close my eyes, tasting her arousal in the air. I have fantasized about this goddess for months but this, her undying beauty laid out before me, takes my breath away. Pools of desire are pumping something fierce into my groin and I open my eyes to take her in once more. She smiles, slowly licking across her bottom lip, pressing up and onto her knees in front of me, her eyes never leaving mine as she unbuttons my jeans. The thought of her hands so close to me makes my legs weak. I take slow calculated breaths, calming my shocked body.

"I have been waiting for you, Edward."

Again with the lip biting, uhhh, if she only knew what that did to me.

I grasp the hem of my shit pulling it over my head as my pants fall. She leans over in front of me, removing each of my shoes. I can't help myself. I bend over, reaching around, my fingers dipping into her wetness as I trail over both pleasure spots, up the slit of her ass, leaving a snail's track of her sweet lube as my wet finger glides across her back. Her breath sooths a low hum with my touch, and I take her by the arm, pulling her to me. Both of our hearts flutter, pumping in sync. She wraps her arms around me as I lift her up, both legs hitching around my waist. She grounds her warmth against my boxers, my arousal leaking from the head of my dick. I cup both ass cheeks pulling her into me giving her the friction she craves. She grabs my hair and pulls me to her, kissing me deeply. Our wanting tongues digging, exploring each other in a seductive dance.

It is taking everything out of me to not toss her on the pillows and fuck her till she screams my name…multiple times, but I remember what happened the last time, so I decide to take it slow.

"I'm going to lower you down Bella. Are you going to be okay?"

She nods, her eyes growing wide as I slowly lower us to the pillows.

I can feel her tension, so I try to soothe her. "Keep your eyes on me, baby. I'll take it slow."

Her frigid body relaxes slightly, but she never takes her eyes off mine. I can feel her fear surging into me, her thoughts passing in disarray.

"Edward," she breathes. "I…Ohhhh." Her eyes roll back into her head as we hit the pillows, my package pressing hard into her slit.

"Eyes on me, baby. Look at me." I need her aware of her surroundings. She needs to be in control of her mind if we are going to make it through this. Her eyes refocus, her sporadic breathing slowing its roll as she focuses on her calm. "Are you okay, baby?" Her serious face molds into a devilish grin. Amazing! She is in control.

I kiss her lips softly and slide away from her to remove my boxers.

"Edward, I want you. I need to tell you, I..."

I place my finger over her mouth. "Shhh, it's ok, Bella. I need you to."

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