Chapter Twenty Five – X is for expletive deleted
I could barely recognize Edward's room when we entered it.
It was impeccably clean—the sheets incredibly taut, a well-made bed. Beautifully soft music played on the sound system I was too afraid to touch. Red rose petals littered the bed and the floor. White candles burned with dull orange flames, reflecting strikingly off his pale skin.
He'd obviously had too much time to think about this.
"What do you think?" His hands slithered along my waist, a content smile obvious in his voice.
"It's..." The words caught in my dazzled throat. "I love you."
One quick peck on the cheek, and I was ready. The cream colored fabric draping me suddenly felt like lead hanging around my body. I was quick to remedy it.
He watched cautiously as I slipped off the designer dress, revealing a simple cream-colored slip Alice had insisted on wearing underneath.
His eyes were filled with brand new awareness as he examined my exposed skin. His lips trailed my collarbone slowly—my pulse was steadily increasing. I ran my fingers through his hair, then down along his neck, stopping at his shoulder blades.
Moonlight filtered through the window, providing enough light to highlight the beautiful curves of his face. The seemingly endless wedding that night had kept up my end of the bargain, and this was my reward. I was terrified, and Edward—who normally was my rock—quivered slightly. He approached me cautiously, as if I were a china doll about to crumble in his strong hands. Each motion was performed with care.
We both sank deeper, falling onto the mattress.
"Whatever happens tonight..." He stammered, reluctantly removing his lips from my skin. Our eyes locked, and I noticed there was so much fear in his eyes. "I promise I will not hurt you."
"I trust you."
He returned to the kissing that made my knees tremble. Motions were carefully executed as I slipped off his suit jacket. This felt perfectly choreographed—his hands on my waist, my hands on his cheeks. It was miraculous that my heart didn't explode from the pure ecstasy I was experiencing.
His hand slipped a spaghetti strap onto my shoulder, and then stopped abruptly. His hesitation made me nervous.
"Are you ready?" I asked. We both trembled in time. After a moment of thoughtful reflection, he nodded slightly. One last course of anxiety ran through me, and a deep breath brought calmness throughout me.
I undid the first few buttons—he didn't dare stop me after that.
That night, his promise was kept.
He never hurt me. Not once.
So I guess the chapter doesn't technically start with an X. But I figured that looked cooler than XXX. :) Only two more chapters left!! (Review while you can!!)