I own nothing Twilight, but am glad Stephenie Meyer took the time to write down her dream and then shared it with the rest of us.
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Chapter 13
"What are you thinking?" I couldn't bear the silence any longer.
Edward had been so quiet since we had all returned to the living room so that Yasmina could go to sleep about an hour ago. He was standing in front of the glass wall staring out through the darkness.
Everyone else was watching Emmett and Demetri battle it out on Emmett's newest video game, something with zombies. I tried to sit with the family and give Edward some time with his thoughts. Listening to Yasmina relive her family's betrayal had been difficult for all of us, but Edward had heard everything she was thinking as well.
Jasper must have been overwhelmed by all of the emotions evoked by Yasmina's memories, but he was starting to calm down. Alice was speaking to him quietly, babbling on about absolutely nothing. Jasper couldn't resist Alice as she worked to distract him, and he was laughing now at Emmett's antics.
"Dude, you suck," Emmett punched Demetri. "Couldn't you get Aro to spring for a decent game console?"
"Emmett," Carlisle reminded him to mind his manners.
"Oh, pardon, Emmett. But I have been out of touch with technology for the last few months. Do not fret. Soon I will be kicking your ass."
I tuned out the good-natured bickering and concentrated on my husband. He still hadn't spoken or even acknowledged that he had heard me.
"Edward? Are you alright?" I was standing right behind him, but he seemed miles away. His posture was stiff, I felt like there was a barrier between us. "I'm sorry. If you'd rather be alone…"
I took a step back to give Edward the time he needed to process everything that had happened this evening.
"Bella," there was so much pain in his voice. My heart clenched in my chest with the need to comfort him.
"What's wrong?" I moved to his side wanting to take his pain away, but afraid to touch him. Still, Edward wouldn't answer me. "Please, Edward. Talk to me."
Edward leaned his forehead against the glass and closed his eyes.
"Bella, I need to know," he sighed without looking at me. "Please."
"What, Edward?" Something was very wrong. Why wouldn't Edward look at me?
"It's time for you to stop protecting me." Edward spun around so quickly that it actually startled me. Seeing my frightened expression, he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was gentle, but still filled with an anguish I didn't understand. "I need to know the truth, love. When you were talking to Yasmina, Carlisle let his guard down for just a moment. It is time for you to tell me the truth. Now."
"I always tell you the truth," I fervently hoped that I was mistaken about the direction this conversation was going, but I knew I couldn't lie.
Edward seemed to relax a little. Nervously, I reached up to touch his face. He didn't pull away from my fingers as I cupped his strong jaw, but leaned forward until his forehead rested against mine. As he expelled the breath he had been holding, the sweet scent filled my nose, and I found myself getting lost. I felt Edward's arms circle around my waist, and I melted against him.
"I need to know, Bella. No editing to spare my feelings. Please tell me everything that you told Carlisle about your transformation." His voice was a whisper against my skin that I was almost helpless to resist. Almost.
I shook my head, buried my face in his chest, and wrapped my arms around his body. A need to get closer to him, to somehow absorb his pain, was growing in me. My arms tightened as I tried to pull him into my body. We still weren't close enough.
"Let's go home," Edward suggested as he started moving us toward the back door.
We didn't say good-bye to the family or Demetri, but slipped silently out the back door and walked hand in hand at human speed through the woods to our cottage. I could feel Edward's gaze on me every few minutes as he searched my face trying to read my expressions. How was I going to keep from hurting Edward?
In the years since joining this family, Carlisle had been the only one to question me about what I experienced during my change. I knew that Edward always waited, listening to hear what I would say, but had never actually asked me for details himself. Knowing how horrible I was at lying, I was thankful that he never had.
The closer we drew to the cottage, the more nervous I became. Edward and I were no longer walking side by side. I was falling behind, and Edward was practically dragging me. Ever the gentleman, he held the door open for me to pass, but I couldn't make my feet move forward. I stood outside like a disobedient child trying to delay her punishment.
"Bella, please come inside. This conversation is long overdue," he spoke softly, but I could hear sadness and hurt underlying his quiet, persuasive voice as Edward clasped both of my hands and walked backwards into the house pulling me with him.
Edward guided me to the loveseat before turning to light a fire. He turned back toward me, and I couldn't bear the torment that I saw in his eyes. Before I could go to him, take his pain away, he put up his hand stopping me. Slowly, Edward glided to where I sat. He sank to the floor to sit in front of me resting his head on my lap, looking into the fire. I couldn't stop my hand from stroking his face, running my fingers through his hair. He reached up and captured my small hand in his and pulled my fingers to his mouth, kissing each one slowly.
I could feel the rumble of his chest vibrate though me as he breathed my name.
"Bella, I can't bear not knowing any longer. I have to know what I put you through, what you endured so I could keep you for myself." His quiet words ripped at my heart. Edward was trying to take this on himself. He thought it was his selfishness that might have caused me pain. He had no idea what I would do to stay with him.
"Edward, please don't make me do this to you," I couldn't keep the anguish from my voice. "Can't you see that it hurts me to cause you pain. If you knew for certain about--if I told you about those days… Let me keep this memory to myself." I pleaded that he would understand. "Isn't it enough to know that I wanted to be with you forever?"
I felt him shake his head against my leg and he held onto my hand tightly keeping it against his lips. I could feel every breath he took in then exhaled against my skin. Edward remained silent, waiting for me to speak.
"Can you tell me what you read in Carlisle's thoughts?" I held my breath waiting to hear Edward replay the hurt he was feeling.
"Time meant nothing to me. I had no idea how long I was burning. I was able to keep enough of my mind free to remember that you had been able to remain quiet during your own change to avoid being found. So I hoped to be strong enough to keep quiet, to let Edward think that the morphine had done its job, and kept me from feeling the flames. But in that moment…" He was quoting me word for word. I let my breath release slowly when I realized that Carlisle had been able to block Edward before he heard the rest: But in that moment, I wanted to die. Nothing could be worth enduring another heartbeat of that endless moment of pain.
"And then: 'I counted Edward's breaths. They were more like seconds ticking by, so I counted them while I got stronger and my head was getting clearer.'
"Not knowing--what I am imagining cannot possibly be any harder to think about than anything you might tell me, love. Please, Bella." The last came out as a growl telling me just how much he was tormenting himself at this moment. Another thought popped into Edward's head and he suddenly blurted out, "You told Yasmina that you didn't choose to become a vampire, explain."
That was an easy one.
"Edward, it wouldn't have mattered to me whether you were the school science geek, a circus performer, or a vampire. I would have done anything to be with you. You. You are what I chose. I was never that good at science and trying to learn how to fly on a trapeze would have no doubt been a major disaster. If becoming a vampire was what it took to be with you, that is what I did."
His breathing seemed to come a little easier, steadier.
"Do you have any regrets?" I could barely hear the words that fell from his lips.
"Never. Not a single one. I wouldn't do anything any differently, Edward. I love you. I love our life." Then a terrifying thought gripped me and before I could stop the question, I asked, "Do you? Do you have any regrets? Are you sorry?"
I held my breath waiting for his answer. What if he did regret being stuck with me for eternity?
Instantly, Edward's warm arms were encircling me, pulling me onto his lap where he now sat on the loveseat. "My only regret is that despite all my careful planning, I was apparently unable to protect you from suffering during your transformation." I felt myself sag in relief against my beautiful husband.
"You know, I would go through it over and over just to be with you." I risked looking up at his face as I whispered. His face was much more relaxed now, the anguish was almost gone. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face against his throat, breathing in his intoxicating scent to calm myself.
"Tell me everything that you remember, Bella," Edward's lips moved against my forehead. I shook my head where it rested against him.
"Nuh uh, I'm sure it wasn't any different from your own experience, Edward. With one big exception: I knew you were waiting for me when it was over."
"Bella, please stop editing. Must I pry every single detail from you?" Edward's exasperation was obvious, but I was stubborn.
I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked Edward full in the eye, cradling his face in my hands. "If I was able to keep this all to myself, to keep you from suffering, while it happened, do you really think I would just voluntarily hurt you with those details now? Edward, I knew you were there by my side. I knew you were worried about me. I couldn't make it worse for you then anymore than I can intentionally hurt you now."
"You really knew I was there?" He seemed surprised. I couldn't help but smile.
"Of course, I knew you were there. I wasn't aware of a lot at first, but once my body started to heal, yes, I knew you were there. You held my hand and talked to me. I counted your breaths to help track the time. I wanted to reassure you, ease your mind while you watched me, but I couldn't risk talking or moving. I was afraid if I gave up the least bit of control I wouldn't be able to stop…" I stopped myself before I said too much.
"Stop--what? Stop the screaming?" The pain was back in his voice and in his eyes. Can I answer him truthfully?
"I just kept listening to you breathe," was my only answer. "Carlisle was there to comfort you while I couldn't."
"But you were still in agony, Bella. I couldn't keep you from feeling the flames as my venom flowed through your veins. Did the morphine have no effect?"
"Edward, do you remember the ballet studio?" I knew he remembered it perfectly, and I felt him shudder as he relived all that happened there. "Carlisle gave me morphine after James attacked me. Do you remember?"
"Yes," was all he was capable of getting past the emotions that were warring inside him. With perfect recall, Edward remembered that day. He remembered the fire that scorched my hand where James had bitten me. He also remembered that the morphine had done nothing to stop the pain from the venom. The morphine did nothing for me until Edward had sucked all the venom out of my system. Only then did the drugs ease the pain from my other injuries. "Why didn't you say anything? You should have said something to me or Carlisle."
"I wanted this, Edward. I made my choice to be with you, to stay with you forever. I knew the drugs wouldn't do anything, but it made you less anxious about the whole thing." I shrugged my shoulders. "I couldn't be apart from you, so I kept quiet and let you and Carlisle strategize."
"If I had known, maybe I could have…" I cut him off mid-sentence, grabbing his chin with one hand so he had no choice but to look at me.
"Edward, there was nothing you could do. There was nothing Carlisle could have done. I don't think there was anything that could have been done differently. The transformation is a painful process," Edward winced as I spoke matter-of-factly about it. "I'm sorry, but it is inescapable no matter how much you want to make it go away. I knew what I was getting into, Edward. I have no regrets."
We sat there quietly for a few moments watching the fire, touching, caressing, stroking. I could feel Edward relax, let go of the guilt he felt for the pain I endured during the change that would allow me to be his forever.
"If you hadn't become pregnant, if it hadn't come down to trying to keep you alive, had you thought about how you would have wanted your change to happen?" Edward's voice was quiet, but I couldn't hear any tension there now. With any luck, he would be satisfied with what he knew.
"I didn't really ever get that far, a few vague daydreams about it being a special occasion. Before we figured out that I was pregnant, we had been talking about waiting for a few months and going on to college for a while." I snuggled into Edward's embrace, scattering kisses on his inviting neck. "Once I realized how difficult carrying Renesmee would be, I knew how it would happen. I knew the only way to survive her birth would be for you to change me."
Edward was rubbing lazy circles on my back, "With the rest of us, Carlisle had to act quickly or we would have died. I wanted it to be different for you. You were the only one of us that chose this existence, love. I thought you deserved for it to be--less clinical."
Unable to stop the smile from spreading across my face, I looked up into Edward's eyes. "Apparently, you had given this some thought," I encouraged him playfully. "I want to hear. How did you want it to happen?"
Edward shrugged a little self-consciously, "My original thoughts were to make it as romantic as possible. Just you and me. But I was afraid I would lose control. Alice tried to help me see the outcome, but it was never clear. She could see us clearly, but there were too many times where it ended up with you dead in my arms. No matter how much I wanted to make this about you and me, I couldn't risk losing you.
"The next best scenario would have been for us to have all of the family with us. I would have wanted them to be there for you--for us. But I didn't even ask Alice to look for that outcome. I knew as soon as I thought it and looked at her face what I would see in her thoughts. Jasper wouldn't have been able to be there. I couldn't bring myself to exclude him while everyone else was present.
"So if we couldn't be alone and we couldn't be surrounded by all the people we love, I knew my only real choice would be for us to have Carlisle be the only one present. It felt right to have my father, the man who had chosen me to be his son, there to stand by my side while I chose to make you mine forever." I couldn't resist capturing his mouth with a sweet kiss before I sighed against his cheek.
"You know, Edward, we could still have it your way. We could--recreate my change and use one of your ideas--if you wanted. Maybe for our anniversary?" I suggested this hoping he would understand that I truly would go through the transformation as many times as I had to--if he were there waiting for me at the end.
Edward looked deeply into my face trying to read my expression. He must have found the reassurance he needed to let go of the pain he felt earlier learning about my change, because his face shone with his angel smile. My entire body felt heavy as it melted in his strong arms. That smile always did me in. I couldn't even breathe as I watched his face, his lips drifted closer to mine.
Electricity danced in the small space that separated our mouths. I was held captive by this eyes that had grown dark with desire. There was no pain, no anguish in them now. Only love shone is his eyes now.
"Breathe, love," Edward chuckled knowing full well neither of us needed to breathe. His lips closed the space between us till they touched mine. We both moaned as the spark smoldered between us.
An excited shriek carried through the forest causing us to start and break apart. "Alice!" We said at the same time and waited for her to burst through the door. We only had to wait six seconds before our cottage was invaded by a sprite on a mission.
Alice was excited beyond description. Her mouth kept working, but she was unable to put anything into words. Edward was laughing at whatever it was she was thinking. "Okay, okay. Calm down, Alice. You and I will talk about this later."
"But, Edward--" Alice was finally able to speak, but Edward cut her off.
"Alice," he was still laughing at how excited his sister was, but there was a warning in his voice as well. "Try to contain your excitement, Alice. You and I will discuss this later."
Dancing excitedly around the room, Alice was lost in her latest vision, and busy planning something. Edward was watching her flit about with an indulgent smile while I remained in the dark. I opened my mind up to Edward asking him what was going on. He just shook his head.
"You're not the only one who can keep secrets, love," Edward said playfully before he swooped in for a kiss just as Alice bounced over to the loveseat and climbed on my lap where I was still seated on Edward's.
"But, Edward--" she was cut short by the fingers that were holding her lips together. Finally, Alice looked from Edward's fingers on her mouth up to his face, her eyes wide in her excitement.
"Alice, if I remove my hand, can you control yourself?" She nodded her head quickly, but I could see the mischief sparkling in her eyes. She was clearly up to something. I looked back and forth between the two of them while they avoided my gaze.
I knew better than to try to get any information out of either of them. They wouldn't spill until they were ready. It didn't bother me anymore. Like the rest of the family, I had gotten used to their silent exchanges.
"Keep your secrets then. I'm going up to the house. Renesmee and Jacob should be back soon. The sun has been up for a while now." Dropping a loud kiss on Edward's cheek, I gave him a wink to let him know I was fine with whatever was going on. Then I turned to Alice and gave her a quick kiss too before I stood up and dropped her on the floor. I could still hear Edward's laughter as I ran through the trees. Rarely did anyone ever get something like that by Alice.
Carlisle was waiting for me in the backyard when I crossed the river.
"It's alright, Carlisle." I needed to reassure him quickly.
"I'm so sorry, Bella. When Yasmina started asking you about your own experience--is Edward upset? You two left without saying goodnight," Carlisle was speaking rapidly. I couldn't even answer before he spoke again. "I didn't mean to break your confidence, Bella. If there is anything I can do--"
Carlisle stopped his apology when I wrapped him in a quick hug, "Carlisle, everything is alright. Edward is fine now. He wasn't really upset that I had kept it from him, but rather that he felt guilty for causing me pain. Really, Carlisle. I'm not mad at you. Edward still doesn't know all of the specifics. I didn't recount the entire story like I did for you."
"I give you my word, Bella. I will try to keep the details out of my thoughts." Carlisle promised.
"I know you will, Carlisle."
Demetri and Jasper were engrossed in one of the Grand Theft Auto games when Carlisle and I walked into the house. I could hear Emmett and Rosalie upstairs, and we found Esme in the kitchen. Yasmina would be awake soon, so Esme was busying herself preparing a huge breakfast for our guest.
"Can I help?" Esme smiled at me warmly. She was always glad to spend time with her children.
"Of course, dear. Why don't you mix up some pancake batter? I'll get the griddle out. There are muffins in the oven already, and the bacon is in the warmer. I don't want to start any eggs until Yasmina comes downstairs. Will Nessie and Jacob be back in time for breakfast?" Esme prattled on happily.
"I'm not sure when they are coming back, but you know Jake is always hungry," I tied an apron on as I reached for the mixing bowl. "Although, I'm not sure how comfortable he will be right now. He might not want to stay for breakfast." I whispered as quietly as I could into Esme's ear. She wouldn't like it if Demetri heard such a comment. Esme wouldn't tolerate open rudeness to a guest no matter who it was.
To be fair, all of us were feeling less apprehensive about Demetri's visit. Edward would have said something right away if he had heard anything Volturi-related in Demetri's thoughts. However, I wasn't any more comfortable with Yasmina's reasons for becoming immortal that anyone else in the family. She was too angry, too set on seeking revenge.
Esme and I both looked upward as we heard human footsteps in Edward's room. Yasmina was awake. "Bella, why don't you go up and let Yasmina know we have breakfast ready for her? Ask her how she likes her eggs, dear."
"Sure, Esme."
Sure, Esme. No problem, Esme. I want to spend as much time as I can with the girl that could expose our family.
I ignored the sounds coming from Rosalie and Emmett's room on the second floor and continued up to Edward's room on the third. I could hear Yasmina pulling on clothing as I reached the door.
"Yasmina, it's Bella," I knocked on the door. "Would you like to come down to breakfast?"
Yasmina opened the door quickly. She was smiling hugely, like she was glad to see me. I tried to return her smile, but I knew it didn't reach my eyes.
"Bella, good morning. Yes, please." Yasmina was eager to begin her day with us. She seemed to be in a much better mood this morning.
"Esme would like to know how you like your eggs. We can do them however you like."
"Really? Um, I've always wanted to try eggs Benedict," she said shyly.
I could hear Esme pulling out the appropriate bowls and pans as we made our way slowly down the stairs. A genuine smile lit my face as I heard Esme flit about the kitchen using her vampire speed to prepare Yasmina's egg request.
Demetri paused his game as we reached the bottom of the stairs. He was smiling indulgently at Yasmina's still sleepy face.
"Did you sleep well, Mina?" Demetri ruffled her hair playfully.
"Yes, thank you, Demetri. That bed is so very comfortable." I could remember clearly just how soft that bed had felt to me as a human. Maybe it was all the more warm and inviting to me because I knew Edward had picked it out for me. "Did you find something to amuse yourself with while I slept?"
I excused myself and returned to the kitchen to help Esme. The pancake batter was still waiting on the counter, but Esme had already gotten the griddle heated and ready. As I ladled the thick mixture, the roar of my Ferrari engine could be heard turning onto the driveway.
Jake was taking the curves slowly. He didn't want to risk throwing up any gravel to chip the still pristine paint. It was a shame the car didn't get driven very often. I still preferred to ride with Edward in the Volvo--granted it was a newer model now, but it was still silver and it was still Edward's.
"Why don't you go meet them in the garage, dear? Let Jacob know what is going on." Esme had already taken the spatula from my hand and was flipping over the pancakes.
Before the car had even made it to the clearing, I was already waiting in the garage. I hadn't seen Renesmee since yesterday. I couldn't help but wonder just what changes might have happened overnight. I smelled Edward's honey, lilac, and sunshine seconds before his arms wrapped around me. I should have known he would have been listening for the sound of Renesmee's return too.
Edward was busy whispering sweet nothings in my ear and I was giggling like a teenager in love--which is exactly what I was--when the car pulled into its place in the cavernous garage. His warm breath drifted across my cheek as Edward chuckled about something someone in the car was thinking. Then I heard Jacob's good-natured grumbling to get a room.
My smile came naturally and genuinely to my face as Renesmee opened the passenger door and climbed out. Her eyes were alight with her excitement to see us waiting for her, and she rushed to squeeze us both in a tight hug. Jacob wasn't far behind carrying the overnight bag that was really more like a large suitcase that Alice insisted on packing for Renesmee. Apparently, Jacob and Renesmee had both behaved themselves during their sleepover because Edward was still amused and not angry about anything going through their minds.
Edward quickly let Jacob know about the events of the previous evening while I got Renesmee to tell me all about her visit with Charlie. A loud grumbling sound came from Renesmee beside me and from Jacob in front of us.
"Don't they ever feed you when you go home, Jacob?" I couldn't resist giving his shoulder a little shove.
"Ah, Bells. Dad quit feeding me four years ago when I started hanging out here all the time. Do I smell Esme's blueberry muffins?" Jacob inhaled appreciatively all the aromas drifting from the kitchen. "Come on, Nessie, before all the bacon is gone." I chuckled at just how easily Jake seemed to forget that there was only one other human in the house to eat the food. And we always made enough to feed the entire pack.
Edward continued to whisper in my ear as we walked across the lawn to the back door. He told me of everything and of nothing at all. He told me he wasn't going to ask for any more details about my change, but to always remember that I could talk to him about anything, anytime. He told me he wanted to go somewhere private since we missed our alone time last night, but with his old room being used we might have to get creative. He told me how there was never anyone in the history of the world that had loved so deeply or been loved so thoroughly as the two of us.
Just outside of the house, I pulled Edward to a stop. He looked at me with his lopsided grin and one eye brow raised in question. I simply crooked my finger beckoning him to follow me before I turned on my heel and shot toward our now empty cottage. Edward wasn't following me for long. His long strides brought him to my side quickly where he swept me into his strong arms.
We both knew the way to our home instinctively. It didn't matter that our eyes were closed as we kissed our way to our bedroom. We were both breathing hard by the time the door closed behind us. I could feel that need--the deep need to get as close as possible to Edward building in me. And I showed him my mind so he would know what I was feeling too.
Without breaking apart from his warm, soft lips, I gripped Edward's shirt with both hands and pulled it apart scattering the buttons across the floor. My hands couldn't touch him enough. It was like a frenzy bubbling out of me, my need for Edward was making me desperate. I heard myself whimper into our kiss. My fingers were buried in his hair one moment then digging into his shoulders the next. I needed something, needed him, but wasn't quite able to find whatever it was.
I felt my feet hit the floor, but Edward's arms were still holding me to his firm body. Needing to feel more of his skin, I ripped his shirt away so his arms wouldn't have to release me.
Still not enough.
I clawed at my own t-shirt, shredding it. Finally, our bare skin was touching. The familiar electric current passed between us. My skin tingled every place that it connected with Edward's.
Ah. Better.
Still we kissed. Our mouths, lips, tongues explored each other. Soft wet kisses on that sensitive spot behind my ear. Eyelids, noses, jaws, nothing was left neglected.
Need more.
Edward chuckled wickedly as I shoved him against the door. I made short work of his belt and pants. My hands had more of his muscled flesh to explore. With my fingers and lips, I tasted and worshipped every inch of his body. No part of him was left untasted or untouched.
His tortured moans didn't quite register with me as my assault continued. Edward's hands were tangled in my hair, but he didn't stop me as I continued to love all of him completely.
When I finally made my way back to his lips, I growled, "Get my pants off--now."
There was that deliciously wicked laugh again. Edward obeyed my command by ripping my jeans in half and throwing them across the room. His eyes were dark and heavy and I heard his breath hitch in his throat as he watched me lick my lips while my eyes devoured him. He was letting me lead, waiting for me to tell him what I needed. I was still letting him hear my thoughts, and so far he wasn't stopping me.
With one finger under Edward's chin, I took a step back. He followed immediately as if he were tied to me and couldn't break away from my hold. I only stopped moving when I felt the bed behind my legs, but I didn't lie down. With all the speed I had, I switched places with Edward and pushed him back on the soft mattress. The bed frame groaned in protest against the force of my movement.
A part of me realized that I had never been this bold with Edward. Of course I instigated our love making as much as he did, but Edward was always the one to set the pace. He always made me feel very cherished, very loved. But if I expected Edward to feel comfortable with not always behaving like a gentleman, I was going to have to take on a more aggressive role in our relationship too. This bold part of me also realized that I really liked being in charge. It was very intoxicating to know that I could get Edward to bend to my will.
I heard myself groan and my body clenched at the sight of Edward spread out before me on our bed. He was mine--mine to keep--mine to do have--mine to do whatever I wanted to. And I wanted so much.
Hmmm. Where to start?
Without even thinking about it, I climbed onto the bed and crawled up his body. My hands skimmed his sculpted abdomen, moved up to his well-defined chest, and down his arms. My fingers encircled each of his wrists and pulled his hands over his head. This movement brought my face over his and for a moment all I could do was look into his eyes.
Everything was in his eyes there for me to see: all of his love, all of his need, our past, our future, our eternity. All of it was there just for me.
Suddenly, that need pounded into my chest though my body again. That need to get close, closer, to crawl deep inside of Edward. I took his lips in a crushing kiss and tangled my fingers in his hair. Edward growled into my mouth as I tugged his hair pulling him closer to me.
"I need to touch you, Bella," Edward begged my permission.
"I won't stop you," I couldn't help but chuckle just as wickedly as Edward had moments ago. I'm not ashamed to admit that hearing him beg to touch me made me want him even more.
Edward's hands glided over my skin. He explored every place that he could reach. His touch grazed my shoulders, moved down my spine, kneaded my bottom, before running the length of my legs. Edward wasn't content to stop there. His strong hands were cupping my cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh urging me on.
"I love you, Edward Cullen," I purred into his ear before I sat up to look into his face. His grip on my butt tightened even more as he let his eyes wander over my body. "But I'm afraid our bed might not survive what I have planned for you, my husband." I pushed him deeper into the mattress with my hips and the rail under us bent to prove my point.
"Well, Mrs. Cullen, I think I can handle anything you might throw at me. Show me what you've got planned for me, love." There was a wicked glint in his eyes as Edward dared me to continue the game I had started.
Author's Notes: This story is complete, so if you like it you won't have to wait for the rest of the chapters to be submitted. Please be gentle with your reviews, this is my first attempt at writing.