Author notes:

If I had included the opera in this chapter it would have been too long as I have a lot planned for that evening. I'm sorry for the wait for this one, I was busy clearing out my nanny's house and all her things. It was emotional saying goodbye to the home I spent all my time in. I have to thank you all for the kind words and the 1k follows. I love you xxxx

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight but this storyline is something I hold dear in my own mind.

Chapter twenty one

Bella's POV

"I feel like your father thinks Esme's injuries are my fault by the way he's treating me," I mumbled to Edward as we entered his apartment. We had just left the hospital finally; free from the grime and trauma of today's events. Esme would make a full recovery, though she'd have to remain at the hospital for the weekend for observation. Which meant she couldn't attend the opera with us all. Carlisle was not happy about that in the slightest.

And neither was Edward.

"He's just pissed we can't make the impression he wants tomorrow night," he sighed, kissing my temple as we sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen.

"She needs to recover, Edward," I reminded him for the hundredth time. "She can't do that surrounded by intimidating mafia men."

"She can recover surrounded by family," Edward enunciated. "If we want to make an impression we all have to be there. We can't have a half assed family."

"And you need Esme to intimidate these guys?"

"Bella, I've told you the importance of wives," Edward sounded all too frustrated. "How do you think we'll look when Aro shows up with Sulpicia; nothing but the best support?"

I didn't answer him. Because me being me, only new to this sort of thing, hadn't an opinion on the matter. What was the big deal?

"Just explain the reason why she isn't there," I merely shrugged. "He'll know where Esme is anyway; isn't he working with Marcus? What was his name again? Aro?" What the fuck sort of name was that?

"I'm gonna slice his fucking throat when I get my hands on him," Edward seethed, his knuckles turning pale white as he tensed his fists so hard.

"Relax," I eased, reaching out to place my own hands over his white flesh. "You're the most intimidating man I know- besides your father. You'll make a lasting impression. Don't be worrying about Esme's absence. You have the rest of us to fall back on."

Edward forced a smile. "About that..."

What now?

Edward held my hand and guided me towards his bedroom to his walk in wardrobe, reaching up onto the top shelf to pull down a large, beige box.

"What is this?" I asked, scared to know the answer.

"It's sort of required," Edward said softly, and I was unsure of where this was going. "Customary or tradition, if you must. I wanted you to have one of your own."

I held my breath, thinking it was a box filled with loaded guns but realised I was being stupid. Edward set the box down on the bed and when he lifted the lid, I almost breathed a sigh of relief. It was only clothes. Really hairy clothes at that.

"You bought me something?" I tried to sound angry but I secretly loved when he bought me things. I felt so cherished being slurged on.

"Ma wanted to buy you it since she brought you out shopping today- Rosalie too- but I kind of wanted to be the one to give you it. So here."

A hint of a smile played on my lips at the curiosity hidden within the box. I lifted the furry, soft, and heavy item of clothing and realised in an instant, just how deep I'd gotten into things with Edward, his family and this life.

"It's minx fur," Edward mumbled. "Every woman in our little thing should own a fur coat. And it will go perfect with the gown you got for tomorrow evening."

A fur coat. Jesus. How did I feel about this?

"What do you think?"

I swallowed hard. "I, uh... Jesus, I don't know."

Edward faked a laugh. "I know it might seem a little clichéd but it's tradition. Ma really wanted you to have one of your own. If the fur is a problem we can get faux"-

"Thank you," I cut him off, deciding not to be that girl that hated on presents she received. I was beyond uncomfortable with the situation but I couldn't exactly tell him to bring it back. Where the fuck did people buy that sort of thing anyway? "Thank you for this. I feel part of... whatever this is now."

Edward's look of relief made my lie feel much better, knowing he was delighted with my words. I couldn't remove that look from his face. I couldn't.

"I'm glad," Edward nodded, leaning down for a sweet, tender kiss.

"Do you want to try it on?"

I froze up. "I have to shower and I don't want to ruin it."

"Yeah, those things don't come cheap," Edward snorted, putting it back in the box.

"Oh yeah?" I giggled, thinking he was just saying it for the fun of it. "How much usually?"

"For the real deal? Huh, three thousand is the cheapest; cheap shit is Abruzzo's kind of fur," Edward shrugged, returning the fur to the wardrobe while I blanched.

"What? So how much was our standard?"

I think he liked the way I said 'our'.

He smiled widely. "I won't tell you; you'll just get angry with me for spending so much money."

Jesus Christ this man...

"I hate you," I mumbled and he snorted once more.

"I love you too."

And my heart swelled.

I seriously didn't want to wear that thing tomorrow night but if everyone in this life wore animals for style, then I'd have to do my utmost to impress Edward and the others.

"When was Alice given her fur?" I started up the conversation, not wanting to leave myself in silence to over think.

Edward thought for a moment as he stripped. "She and Jasper have been together for a long time... I think my parents knew she was right for him the moment they met them and his parents all but begged him to propose. I wouldn't be surprised if they bunked up a wedding to next week. So it didn't take long for her to wear our clothes and jewellery."

"Jasper is very close to your father," I said, climbing out of my own clothes. Shopping and the accident today really took everything out of me and I smelled like fucking shit. The shower was calling me. "Is that normal?"

"He's our confidant, so to speak," Edward tried to explain. "Anything my father decides, he overlooks. He's the calmest of us all and has a smart head on his shoulders."

I nodded, gnawing on my lip. "Will he still be your confidant when you take over?"

Edward had to think for a second. "I'm not sure..."

I just nodded. "I, uh... I'm gonna go shower."

"Okay."

When I returned to the bedroom, squeaky clean and wrapped in a towel, Edward was nowhere to be seen. I dressed in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts and decided to track him down. I didn't want to be rude and go to sleep without him.

I found him in his office, talking furiously into the telephone on his desk and when he looked up to find me in the doorway, he mumbled he'd call back in a few minutes and slammed the phone back down into the receiver. I tried not to jump but I couldn't help myself. The apartment was eerily quiet besides his voice.

"I thought you'd be gone to bed," Edward scrubbed a hand over his face.

"I didn't want to go without you," I admitted.

"Well I've tons of work to do so there's no point waiting up for me," Edward said, refusing to look at me still. "You should get some sleep; you've a long day and night ahead of you tomorrow."

I gnawed on my bottom lip, unsure of what to do. I didn't want to leave him in this mood but then again I didn't want to make it worse by forcing him to come to bed.

"Bella."

I looked back up at him, dropping my teeth from my lip. "Yes?"

Edward released a breath. "Go to bed, beautiful," he said and my heart sank.

I swallowed thickly, feeling stupid for even getting upset and dropped my head, closing the door silently behind me as I rushed down the horrible flight of stairs to crawl under the covers in his bed. Today had been the worst and seeing Edward this way did nothing to lesson the blow of everything that occurred this afternoon.

From a perfect day spent with friends and kind words from Esme, to watching the car be impaled in a crash, resulting in terrible injuries for my hopeful mother in law, to Edward distancing himself due to fear of tomorrow, all I wanted and needed was a good cry and sleep. But that wouldn't come unless Edward was here beside me.

It was going to be a long night.

I woke to warmth surrounding me. Strong, big arms encircled my waist and I smiled sleepily, cuddling closer into Edward's chest, my ass rubbing against his sure to be morning wood. Edward's grip tightened around me and he groaned lazily, obviously waking up.

"Good morning," I whispered, kissing the back of his hand, which was closest to my lips.

"Morning," Edward yawned into my hair and I breathed a laugh.

"What time did you come to bed?" I asked, waiting a few seconds before turning around to face him. I was in dire need of proper cuddles, snuggled against his chest.

"Four, I think," Edward mumbled and I almost slapped him.

"You're fucking stupid." I turned to face him, grumbling as I pulled him closer to me and he snorted.

"Bella, I usually don't get to bed at all," he said. "So get used to it."

"I don't have to get used to it," I pouted. "That's not healthy, Edward."

"I've done worse before you came into my life, I'm not about to change."

"That attitude has got to stop," I warned him. "I understand your fears about tonight but that won't help it run any smoother. It's going to be okay."

"I'm not fucking scared, Bella, I'm pissed the fuck off."

"Well don't be. You're gonna kick ass."

Edward snorted once more. "You're so clueless, Bella," he laughed.

"Then teach me how not to be clueless," I insisted. "What else am I supposed to do?"

"Stand next to me and look pretty," he kissed my nose and got out of bed and I watched his naked ass strut to the bathroom.

"Asshole," I muttered.

Just then, my phone on the bedside table rang and I bolted to answer quickly.

"Hello?"

"How you feeling, B?" It was Rose.

"I'm okay, a little sore but that's to be expected, right?"

"Yeah... Can you believe Alice salvaged all the clothes we bought? They weren't even damaged."

"Trust you to think of clothes during this terrible time," I was only partly annoyed. I knew she was only trying to lighten the mood.

"Hey, Alice salvaged them, not me. I'm on the way to Edward's apartment with Em anyway so I'll bring your half over if you'd like."

Oh? "You're coming over?"

"Yeah, Emmett has a meeting with Edward or something like that," Rosalie told me. "It's weird how they've to call and arrange a time to meet with family, isn't it?"

"They lead busy lives," I sighed, staring at the closed bathroom door, thinking of the man behind it.

"Don't I know it... I'll see you in fifteen."

"Bye."

I looked to the white garment bag hanging inside the walk in wardrobe before me and felt dread warm my stomach at the thought of tonight. I was so nervous being introduced to Edward's world officially, meeting other mob bosses and servants. How would they react to me? Would I look the part? Would I fit in? Would I do Edward proud?

The toilet flushed and Edward stepped outside, scrubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Em and Rose are on the way over," I told him and he nodded.

"Yeah, I called last night."

I simply nodded back.

"You okay?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I got up and headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind on his bewildered face. "Bella?"

I sighed and leaned against the door, confused about fucking everything and the emotions I was feeling. Everything was just fucked and his humour wasn't making anything better.

Before I could even decipher my emotions, I was pushed towards the bathroom sink as Edward barged through the door, a look of anger on his face.

"What the hell?" I screeched, rubbing the back of my neck. "That hurt, asshole!"

"Don't fucking walk away from me without saying shit!" Edward yelled. "What the fuck's wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" I lied. "I was perfectly fine before you pushed your way in here!"

"Don't lie to me, Isabella, something is up."

"I could say the same about you!" I pointed a finger in his direction. "I get in an accident and you're nothing but distant with me? I understand you're angry about the position your mother's absence puts you in but she wasn't the only one in the car! Don't you remember I was beside her when we were hit?"

"So you're pissed because I didn't come to bed last night?" Edward scoffed.

Ugh! "Just leave it, you're more concerned about tonight anyway."

"Of course I am- it's my job, Isabella!"

"Stop calling me that," I hissed.

"It's my work, what do you expect"-

"And I'm terrified of your goddamn work!" I cut him off. "I'm scared you won't come home one day and what happened yesterday will happen to you! This is a lot to fucking deal with, Edward!"

He scrubbed a hand over his face like he had last night. I was beginning to notice a pattern when he was either fed up or frustrated he'd use that move. "I thought we were over this? I thought we were past this stage?"

I dropped my head. "It's still in me to worry, Edward."

"And your well being is constantly on my mind every second of every day but I can't afford to let it consume me because I've an entire family to look out for. What if my father got clipped and I was to take over suddenly? Could you handle that, Bella? I need you to fucking handle that, baby."

"I'll do anything for you, Edward, you know that. But I won't let you die on me. Tonight is nerve racking enough making first impressions, I don't need your death ruining things."

He almost laughed. "I promise to stay alive tonight if you promise to stop fucking worrying about me. I'm sorry I didn't ask more questions about the accident but I'd only be angrier at the fact I couldn't stop what happened. I don't want you in harms way ever and now that you already have I'm pissed at myself. Just... fucking talk to me okay? Don't ignore me and walk away. I hate that shit."

I nodded. "Sorry."

"Me too. Now get ready. I'm sure Rosalie wants to pamper you for the day."

I rolled my eyes.

Rosalie and Emmett arrived not long after. I just threw on some shorts and a tank top, having a slight suspicion Rose was gonna go all out for tonight. It was only noon and I could hear her talking in the foyer about getting ready. It was times like this I wondered how we were friends. I loved getting dolled up with her for nights out, but something told me the opera house wasn't a place I could wear my usual slutty attires. Boo hoo. I'm sure Edward would have approved.

"Hey, B!" Rose smiled when I entered the room. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," I told her, though my shoulder was acting up, I didn't say anything. I knew Edward would just stress now that I knew how angry he'd been knowing I was put in danger alongside his mother. "How are you?"

"I swear I got whiplash but I'll live," she sighed and that's when I noticed all the bags at her feet. "Where's the bedroom? I have so much to put away for you."

"It's through here," I pointed to where I just came.

"Uh, my bedroom is"- I cut Edward off before he could say anything against forbidding my best friend from being in his room.

"You stole me from my dorm so therefore it's our bedroom. Therefore, I'm allowed bring whoever I like in there."

"Not whoever you like," Edward hissed and I ignored Emmett's snorts from behind us. Was he heading for the liquor cabinet? "But best friends," he nodded curtly. "That's okay."

"Thanks dad," I rolled my eyes as I past him and he swatted my ass. "Hey!"

"Enjoy ladies," Emmett waved a bottle of vodka and Edward smacked the back of his head, arching his head towards the direction of his office. I guess clothes was Edward's idea of distracting me.

"Esme bought us so much shit!" Rosie brought my from my thoughts and I followed her to Edward's bedroom. Or our bedroom.

"Not to mention Edward gave me his card," I muttered, plopping down onto the bed, suddenly not excited to route through everything I got yesterday.

"Em did the same," Rosalie shook her head, like she was in awe at her new life. "I thought my dad spoiled me... Jeez, Bella. He's not buying my love but holy mother"-

"Love?" I almost choked. "You love Emmett?"

Rosalie smiled her girly smile, a smile I rarely got to see. Ever. "Of course I do, Bells," she fumbled with the clothes on the bedroom floor. "I love him so much. I know this life is fucked up but I want to spend my life with that man. He's the one. And I don't take that shit lightly."

Wow. "And does he feel the same?"

"He said it first," she bit down on her lip, her whole face lighting up like Christmas. I was so happy for her in that moment.

"Rosie!" I squeaked. "What are we?" I giggled, plopping down next to her on the floor, sending clothes everywhere.

"A Cinderella story come true," she sang and that sobered me up.

"If Prince Charming had a stock room filled with guns, then yes."

Rose snorted. "It's not so bad. I think it's kinda hot that Em can work a gun."

"Rose!"

"What?" Her eyes were wide and innocent. "What's the point in fighting it, Bella? I love that man- hell, the entire family. They're easy to love."

"But is their job?" I hated how dubious I was. How sceptical I was, even though I was head over heels in love with my Mason.

Rosalie threw me a look. "Don't do this, Bella. Don't ruin the moment. Just be happy that I got the 'L' word from the man of my dreams who will whisk me away tonight after the ball."

I had to smile. "Okay, Cinderella."

She giggled. A sound I never heard from Rosalie Hale. "Weird."

"Shut up!" she threw a pack of thongs at me and then a clothes fight ensued, until the boys came in and broke us up.

"Wow, can I join?" Emmett went for my new underwear but Edward slapped that shit away quickly.

"Don't touch what's mine," Edward hissed.

"You wear thongs, Eddie?" Rose joked and I snickered.

"Don't call me that," he snapped but we all just laughed. "Clean this up. The make up artist is on it's way."

"What?" I choked.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Rosalie stood, patting down her hair, leaving me to deal with her mess. "Alice arranged for a make up artist to come in and pamper us. And a hair stylist. How fancy, right?"

"But extreme for a night out, isn't it?" I mumbled, finding Edward's eyes. He just smiled.

"Nothing but the best for our girls," Emmett kissed Rosalie passionately and I looked away, giving them their moment.

"What did I miss?" I sighed, getting to my own feet, clearing away the mess.

"Nothing important," Edward lied, coming to help. I want you to model these for me when we've the time," he whispered, eyeing the underwear cascading the floor. I smirked.

"Of course, baby. We should really get a pole in here too. The fun you'd have with that," I laughed but Edward's expression was stone cold serious.

"I'll call to have one implanted right away." And I laughed loudly, breaking up the love fest between Em and Rose.

"Let's get some grub before the beauty squad arrives," Emmett announced, pushing us out of the bedroom, stopping the eye fucking Edward and I had going on. It was gonna be difficult staying away from him all day while I was being showered in foundation and hairspray.

Thank god I already showered because the time whizzed past.

The hair and make up artist arrived at one thirty, whisking me away to the living area where they both pampered and stuffed me with different types of items I never had the balls to buy. Or the money. But the Giorgio Armani foundation went on my skin like silk and my eyes were that smoky kind which made them look bigger and my hair was endlessly long with curls that rivalled that of Rosalie's on a night out. Brad, our hair stylist, pinned up each curl with care, probably knowing I'd want to run around the house with nerves so that when I finally took the pins out, the curls would still be huge, bouncy and curly as ever.

Even with my hair pinned up, I looked a million dollars and this was without the million dollar dress I was wearing tonight.

"Now that shouldn't move an inch off your face all night," Francesca, the make up artist beamed as she sprayed my face with a setting spray to keep every ounch of my make up in place.

"Thank you," I breathed, delighted I could finally move off the couch to stretch. I turned to find the boys but they were nowhere in sight.

"They slipped out for a while," Rosalie caught my eye and I struggled to understand her as she was currently being packed with lipstick. "Em said he be back at four thirty."

I looked at the giant clock on the wall and it read four oh five. I nodded, refusing to let the anxiety wash over my newly glammed body. Thoughts of the crash yesterday were in the forefront of my mind and fear of it happening again to the man I loved was an irrational fear but still a fear nonetheless.

I decided to just head to the bedroom and lay down for a while, careful not to fuck with the pins in my head and when my mind was just about to drop into dream world, a large body bounded through the bedroom, jolting me awake.

"Make sure Seth has the perimeters set up around the building with our men," Edward headed straight for his walk in wardrobe, Emmett and Jasper in close tails behind him. "I don't want to take any chances. Has dad still got Richard watching over mom?"

"And three other's outside her room," Jasper nodded in confirmation. "They'll be with her all night in case any of these goons decide to wander."

"No matter what goes down tonight, Seth stays with Bella. Whoever you have set in place to watch your girls stays there and if they don't- I'll kill them myself."

"Rosie is my top priority after what happened yesterday," Emmett sighed.

"Alice knows a guard is like a second skin to her," Jasper said. "She doesn't mind the extra security. And we ain't taking Seth away from your Bella. I don't want a gun down my throat."

Edward seemed to be happy with that. "Good, okay. That's everything then."

The men nodded once before turning to head out the way they came but that's when they spotted my groggy ass on the bed.

"Oh!" Jasper said. "Hey, Bella."

I waved lamely. "Hi."

Edward jumped to the entrance of his wardrobe, his shirt almost buttoned down to the bottom as he stared at my face, scanning every part of it like it was the last thing he would ever see.

"I'll see you later," Emmett winked at me. "You excited? Your first opera!"

I smiled, unable to help myself. We definitely needed him around to lighten the mood. "Can't wait, Em."

He grinned and then clapped Jasper on the back, heading out of the room completely. I sat Indian style on the bed, fiddling with my fingers in between my legs and would not move my eyes off of my damn fingernails. Edward seemed to move from his position in the entryway and went deeper into the wardrobe.

It wasn't until he finally cursed that I got up and went to him.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I moved closer to him. His shirt was now off and he was in the process of unbuckling his belt. He must be heading for a shower.

"We've to be ready by five thirty," Edward muttered, refusing to meet my gaze, even though I was now positioned in front of him.

"That's why you're so antsy?" I wondered, arching a brow.

"You look stunning by the way," Edward murmured softly, finally looking down at me and I couldn't help but blush. Though he probably couldn't see over the foundation cake I was sporting.

"Thank you," I replied simply, reaching for his trousers, ready to take them off for him. "Now what's got your panties in a twist. Again."

Edward snorted. "Carlisle is just fucking the entire day up. He wants to head for a meal as a family before the show but that's just wasting time. He wants to look as normal and un-phased as possible but if that's the case, dinner is pointless because we never stray from our own home for family dinners. It's fucking pointless. He's making a big deal out of nothing."

"He's your father and boss, Edward, you have to obey him," I muttered, pulling down his zipper. Edward's hands gripped the sides of my arms, fanning his breath across my forehead as he looked down on me, eyes husky.

"You're on my father's side now?"

I laughed. "I'm just trying to solve the problem. If he wants a dinner, he gets a dinner. When you take over you can do what you like, but until then; suck it up."

"Cheeky," Edward smirked but before he could lean in for a kiss, I dropped to my knees and he gasped.

"Don't get any ideas, I'm not that cheeky," I smirked up at him, making him go crazy as I merely pulled down his trousers. "Besides," I jumped up and our lips touched minutely, "we've to be ready by five thirty."

Edward almost growled. "You're a fucking vixen, Isabella Swan."

I smiled sweetly. "I don't want to ruin the masterpiece on my face. Or my head."

"Is it meant to look like that?" Edward asked, unsure if he was offending me or not."

I giggled. "It's just to hold the curls in. I'll take the pins out once I'm dressed."

"Right," he sounded unbothered. "I'm gonna go get a shower."

"I'm gonna get dressed." And we exited the wardrobe at the same time.

While the shower ran I slipped on my dress easily, being sure to spray a bottle of deodorant before dressing. My gown was silky smooth, swooped low at the front and the thin straps lead around my shoulders to swoop down again at the spot above my eyes, leaving my back exposed. There was a slit running through the right side of the dress, letting my right leg hang out sexily but also classically. There was no reason for underwear and my boobs weren't too big that it would look ridiculous to go without a bra. They sat perfectly and the fabric accentuated what curves I had.

I had to admit, I looked beautiful.

I put on my heels, thankful for the reasonable length, compared to the eight inches I usually wore. No matter what size heel I bought, I could never grow taller than Edward. I doubted I ever would.

I was in the process of ruffling my hair that was finally free from pins and dabbing some gloss on my lips that the shower shut off and the sink water started up. Edward was probably about to shave and knowing how much I loved his stubble- it made him look more intimidating too, if that was possible- I ran to tell him to stop.

"What?" Edward groaned. "Why?"

"Because stubble is so hot on you!" I whined like a little spoilt brat. Edward looked up from the sink and caught my eye in the mirror then and all of a sudden, the debate on whether he shaved or not was forgotten.

"Bella..." He sounded breathless... And lost for words. "You look..."

I blushed.

"Indescribable. Baby, seriously, you look amazing."

"Thank you," I ducked my head, stepping closer to him in the bathroom. The tiles weren't slippy in the slightest so my heels and ankles were safe for now, but if I got any closer to him, with that white towel hanging deliciously low on his hips, where his V lines were showing, I'd do something I'd regret to this pretty little dress. "What are you wearing?"

"Nothing if you look like this for the night," Edward sounded all too serious. "I'll have you on your back if I look at you even once tonight."

My heart thundered in my chest, but I smirked, pretending his words didn't affect me as much as they were and bypassed him to get to the sink. I gripped the edges with one hand and used my other to ride my dress up past my legs and bent over just a little to indicate what I wanted.

"Why not this position?" I whispered, suddenly breathless as I looked over my shoulder to where Edward stood, wide eyed and hungry. I heard the bathroom door closed and didn't even ask why Edward did such a thing, because he stepped behind me suddenly, his hands reaching out to palm my eyes and I gasped, biting down on my lip to keep my sounds at bay.

"No underwear?" He asked, his fingers inching dangerously towards my pussy.

I shook my head, biting my lip a little harder. "I can't with this material."

"Jesus, baby... Are you trying to kill me?"

No, but you are.

"Edward," I licked my glossy lips. "Please."

"Please what, baby?"

Ungh! His hand moved even closer to my soaked pussy.

"What do you want, princess?"

"You," I breathed, almost dropping against the sink. I heard the towel drop finally then and Edward's hands disappeared to grab his own dick in his hand to lead towards my entrance. When he glided against my slick pussy, I couldn't help but whimper and push back against him. He made me so needy when two minutes ago I was refusing to go near him!

"You got me, baby," he grunted right before slamming into me from the back.

"Ungh!" I screamed, being pushed against the sink and I looked up to face the mirror where Edward's eyes were locked on mine as he eased in and out of me, the sensations fucking incredible.

"Edward," I whimpered, feeling my face scrunch a little at the feeling of him stretching me so good. His hands gripped my hips and as he moved inside me, his fingers started playing with my clit and I started a mantra of "ohmygod... ohmygod" each time he slid in and out of me. This position made everything feel so... so...

"Deep, Bella," Edward finished out loud for me. "I'm so fucking deep this way, princess."

I could only nod. "Edward... Fuck!"

His deep thrusts and his fingers working my clit had me already spiralling towards my climax and with my back already arched in my heels, I had no other choice but drop to the marble before me, letting my orgasm consume me.

"Fuck, Edward... Edward..."

"Damn it, Bella, you're so fucking tight."

I was incoherent. Gone. So fucking gone. I was seeing stars.

Edward's pace turned sloppy and I knew he was close so I tightened my walls around him, even though it made me feel ten times more sensitive and Edward let out a little growl before he came in hot spurts inside me. The noise seemed to make me wetter before he finally pulled out, careful to angle himself away from the silk.

"Don't ruin the dress." My voice was so frail, it didn't sound like I cared much about the damn dress any more.

"Don't worry, babe, I won't." Edward sounded fucking fine to me. I guess he'd always affect me more than I did him. I stood up straight, wiping myself quickly before dropping my dress back into place. I checked for some creases and fluffed my hair and patted my lips, not seeing a problem in those departments and turned back to Edward, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"What?" I smiled quizzically.

"I just love you," he smirked. "And that position."

I laughed. "It's great for when I don't want you fucking up my lip stick. And love you too."

Edward kissed my forehead lightly and took my hand, leading me out of the bathroom so he could get dressed.

For tonight.

Suddenly, that muscle relaxing round of hot sex did nothing to calm my nerves. Damn it.

End notes:

I'll try not to take too long for the next upload but the next chapter is going to be a lot to handle so take the time to prepare yourselves. Love you all.

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