A/N: *LEMON ALERT* This chapter contains graphic sexual descriptions. Please do not read if this makes you uncomfortable in any way.
Hi guys! *waves* I was asked by a reader to give a warning whenever lemons were going to be in the story because she felt uncomfortable with them, so I will be posting the above warning whenever our lovebirds get steamy.
I am so happy with the response to last week's chapter and pleased to know you approve of Bella again. Thank you all for taking the time to review and let me know what you think. I hope this chapter helps you see that she truly does love Edward, but alcohol made her stupid and irrational.
Thanks to Dishie and Cintia for helping me make this easy to read and for their amazing words of encouragement.
BPOV
After Carmen and Jacob finally left, I felt drained. I was completely overwhelmed by everything that had happened. Carmen's treatment of Edward was downright scary. She was extremely cruel, and her demeanor was off in that she laughed too hard and moved too slowly. It was as if she was on drugs, but I knew that wasn't the case. Perhaps Esme was right, and Carmen had some sort of mental illness. It would explain her change in behavior and her treatment of Edward. The Carmen I knew would have never been that cruel.
Then there was Jacob, my childhood friend who used to annoy the hell out of me and follow me like a lost puppy. I remember that he was very protective of me and very funny when his friends weren't around. Seeing him was a shock, to say the least. Memories from my life before my parents died attack me, and the minute his arms embraced me, I felt like being at home. His musky scent reminded me of Billy's when he had carried me on his lap while pushing his wheel chair down the hill, while my father nearly had a heart attack watching us fly down the slope at full speed. Jacob's face was so much like his father's, with that bright smile that immediately puts you at ease, and those strong arms that make you feel safe and protected. I was overjoyed to see him again and to be able to remember those times without collapsing in pain.
That's why surprise and annoyance colored my face when Jacob informed me he had come to help Carmen rescue me, and that he was going to provide me with everything I needed to be happy. Apparently, she told him that Edward had Dorito and manipulated me into staying here against my will. She also said that I was too sick and traumatized to know better, and that Edward and his father kept me heavily medicated in order to control me, since Edward apparently had a crush on me and wanted to have me at any cost. I actually laughed out loud at that, and I was about to reply to it when I heard Carlisle cuss and scream at Carmen. I was floored; I had never seen Carlisle angry or anything besides calm and collected. Not even when his son was dying did he lose his composure, so whatever Carmen said must have been really bad to cause this reaction in him.
All the arguments that ensued after that made me feel on edge. I could tell Edward was distressed, and the way he kept his eye on Jacob worried me. His eyes were filled with fire, and whenever Jacob touched me I could see him flinch in pain. I was confused at his reaction, since the night before he had let me walk away without a fight, convincing me that he truly didn't love me like I thought he did. Yet, his actions towards Jacob demonstrated jealousy and a heartbreaking agony anytime he saw Jacob holding me. I realize then that Edward did care about me, but something was keeping him from me. Whatever it was must be really bad for him to sacrifice our love for it.
However, I could not hold myself when Carmen attacked and mocked Edward. Defending him was second nature to me. I didn't think twice about putting Carmen in her place. I can honestly say I had never been so angry in my life. I wanted to slap her and pull her hair while digging my nails on her breasts until she cried in agony. Not even Tanya had made me so desperately angry. I knew Carmen was hurting him, making him feel unlovable and less than deserving of me, and I couldn't let her do it. He was kind, patient, funny, loving and the most amazing man I had ever known. Most importantly, he was mine, and that was reason enough for her to shut her trap.
Finding out that my parents' death was premeditated was the top of the already nightmarish day, and the fact that Marcus' brother was looking for me almost drove me over the edge. I had always assumed that my screams had caused my father to fight against those men, but apparently that wasn't the case. He fought them because he knew they were there to kill us all, and he wasn't the kind of man who went down without a fight. It saddened me to think he must have been very desperate without any hope for our survival.
Only Edward's strong arms were able to shield me from the anguish and fear I felt. He made me feel safe and protected while my brain tried to come to grips with everything that had happened. I was confused, angry and very overwhelmed, but I knew he was there and was never going to leave me. Our fight from the night before seemed so stupid. How could I ever think he didn't love me? It was clear as water how much he did. I could feel it in every pore of my skin, and I was stupid for pressuring him by threatening to leave him. The alcohol made me act stupid and immature, and I felt very guilty as he held me in his arms, rocking me into calmness.
After incessantly promising Esme I was fine, I was finally able to go back to my room. Edward stayed behind, talking with his father about setting up a restraining order against Carmen and discussing security changes around the house. He had wanted to follow me, but I told him I needed a nap. I was just so tired and confused about everything that I felt like my brain was melting in my head. This was only worsened by the hang over from hell I had inflicted upon myself.
After taking a couple of Advil, followed by an entire bottle of water, I fell asleep. Not surprisingly, the nightmares attacked me almost immediately, making me relive the horrors of that night again. I saw blood, lots of it, and I heard my mother's pleas and screams as her body was being attacked by those men. I saw Dorito barking wildly from his crate, and my roller blades that I had left on the floor at the den along with my dirty socks and my Algebra book. Marcus voice was low and threatening as he told me he was not done with me, that I was never going to get rid of him.
"Bella, baby wake up."
I heard a velvety voice call from far away, while Marcus roamed my body with his disgusting hands.
"Baby, I need you to wake up. It's not real."
The voice repeated in a frantic tone. I felt Marcus shake me as he licked my ear and whispered disgusting things. The shaking along with the heinous feel of his tongue made me nauseous.
"Bella!"
I was confused about the voice ringing in my ears, but Marcus relentless touching made it impossible for me to pay attention. When he forced me to get in my knees, I knew what was coming and I couldn't fight the nausea anymore, I threw up with a vengeance.
"BELLA!"
The terror laced voice finally pulled me out of my slumber, only to see a desperate Edward, trying to get me to sit up while I continued to heave and empty my stomach on the floor.
"DAD!" he yelled desperately.
The word 'embarrassed' doesn't even begin to describe how I felt at that moment. I was sitting on my bed, throwing up all over the beautiful and quite expensive carpet. I tried to get up to go to the restroom, but the heavy stomach contractions didn't let me. The fact that my beautiful boyfriend was pulling my hair back while the previous night's alcohol was purged from my system didn't help lessen my embarrassment.
"It's okay, baby, let it out. It'll be over soon," he soothed, increasing my mortification by a thousand. How could he be so nice when I was defiling his carpet?
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally emptied my stomach completely. Getting up to go to the restroom to find something to clean up with, a rush of light headedness made me weak in my knees. Thankfully, Edward was close enough to catch me before I fell on my own vomit.
"Easy there, where are you going?" he asked, worriedly.
"I need to clean this up. I'm so sorry! I don't know what happen. Oh God! Your carpet! I'm sorry," I cried out as I hid my face behind my hands.
"Hey, shush! Do you think I give a damn about the carpet? I am freaking out because you're sick. That's all that matters to me, sweetheart. I can buy a million carpets but there's only one of you," he explained as he reached for a tissue and began to clean me up.
Carlisle and Esme rushed in the room and that stopped me from fighting Edward for the tissue. Seeing their worried expressions made me cry harder. I swore at that moment that I would never ever drink again, no matter how much Alice pushed me. It wasn't worth the awful sickness and embarrassment.
"What happened?" Esme asked, panicking.
"Um … well … Bella and I had a few drinks last night …"
"You too?" Carlisle interrupted. "I just finished treating Alice and Emmett. It seems like you guys get into a lot of trouble once I go home. Perhaps this will teach you something."
Carlisle was amused and clearly enjoying our misery a little. Esme, however, was worried.
"Are you all right, sweetheart?" she asked.
"I feel better now that I ruined the carpet," I deadpanned.
She chuckled and turned her attention to Edward.
"How about you, honey? You look a little pale. Are you okay?" She inquired as she pushed his hair out of his face in a motherly way.
Their relationship had truly grown in the last few months. Edward absolutely adored her and had no issues with her touch; on the contrary, he welcomed it, even sought it sometimes. They had found in each other what they had previously lost, and filled their hearts with unadulterated love towards one another. She was the mother he needed, he was the son she had lost, and to anyone who didn't know the truth, they would appear to be bonded by blood.
"I have a nasty headache, and my stomach is unsettled, but nothing out of the ordinary. I'm more worried about my love here, she was having a nightmare when she began to throw up and has not eaten all day."
Carlisle began to take my blood pressure while Esme looked at me warily as she started cleaning the mess.
"Esme, no! Leave that I'll take care of it," I said trying to move from Carlisle hands that held me still.
"Oh hush, Bella, I don't mind. I had kids once, remember? I also did medical rounds when I was younger. Believe me, this is nothing. You need to rest and let Carlisle take care of you. Perhaps give you something to calm your nerves and help you sleep. You too, Edward, you should rest."
Carlisle chuckled at my blushing face but did nothing to stop her. Edward tried to help, but she sent him to sit on the couch with one of her don't-mess-with-me looks, proving she still had the mom thing down to a T.
"Bella, you are dehydrated, so I'm going to hook you to in IV in order to rehydrate you. Next time you decide to … party, keep in mind that you are still underweight and try not overdo it, okay?" Carlisle explained, still amused by my predicament.
"Needles? Oh no, please don't. I don't like needles," I whined.
"It's the fastest way for your recovery, young lady. Now, no arguing with the doctor, or I'll make it worse," he teased as he winked.
A few minutes later, he came into the room carrying a bag with a clear liquid and a tray of medical supplies.
"Dad, can't you do something else? She doesn't like needles. I don't like to see her hurt."
Edward was tense and pacing the floor, making me even more nervous.
"Would you prefer her to be sick?" Carlisle replied without looking up from the work he was doing.
When Edward didn't respond he continued, "I thought so. Now please leave the room before you carve a line on the floor. You're making my patient anxious."
"Dad –"
"'I'm not asking you, Edward. Go start a bath for Bella and try to find something that would hold her IV while she is in the tub," Carlisle warned.
Edward huffed but didn't argued with his father. Esme followed him out of the room, most likely to help him calm down.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause so much trouble," I said, ashamed to be the cause of Edward's anguished behavior.
"Oh, sweetheart, you aren't any trouble at all. Edward just loves you and worries about you to the point where he loses his composure. He is very intense, I guess he got that from me. I used to be the same way with his mother. Watching her give birth was the scariest thing I ever lived through. I pulled chunks of my hair out of my head anytime she screamed. Poor Elizabeth was more worried about my sanity than the pain she was under," he smiled, while rubbing an alcohol wipe on my arm.
"This is going to hurt just a little bit, ok? I promise to be careful. If you're a good girl, I'll give you a treat," he winked, making me giggle.
The IV was in before I could even flinch from the needle, and I decided that anytime I ever needed a shot, Carlisle was the man to do it. I could barely feel the pinch.
"See? Nothing to be scared of," he soothed as he reached for the medical tape that would hold the needle in place. When I looked down at my arm, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Really, Carlisle? The Powerpuff Girls?" I mocked.
"Hey, don't laugh! I happen to think the Powerpuff Girls are great. In fact, you remind me of Buttercup," he explained as he finished applying the cartoon-themed tape.
"How come?" I wondered.
"Because Buttercup is brave, fierce and never afraid to fight in order to get things right. She kicks ass, and so do you, my beautiful girl," he answered while touching my cheek in a fatherly gesture.
Unable to stop myself, I launched myself into his arms crying.
"Don't cry, Bella. I meant what I said. You are strong, and I know you will overcome all this. I know it isn't easy, but you have us, your family, to guide you and protect you every step of the way. We won't let anyone harm you, Buttercup," he quipped.
"You think of me as family?" I sniffled.
"Of course, silly girl!" he said as he held me tight in his arms, while running his and on my hair. "You are the daughter I never had and always wished for. I'm so unbelievably happy that my son found you. You make him happy like I have never seen him. He used to live a fake life, have fake friends, and walk around not knowing what the difference was. Now that he has you, it's like the sun is shining through him for the first time. He knows and feels the difference. I know he will always struggle with his condition, but I'm happy to know that he has you to show him the way now. He couldn't be in better hands."
His words filled me with pride. He was right; I would be the one walking next to Edward, loving him, holding him in my arms when he struggled. Suddenly, the idea of marriage didn't sound so scary. I loved his family even more than they loved me, and I had no other place I'd rather call home than his.
"Thank you, Carlisle. Your words mean a lot to me. I'm never going to be able to repay you for accepting me the way I am, crazy and all."
"Bella, you are not crazy. You are a survivor and a fighter. It's natural for you to be afraid, but like I said, we are here to love you and protect you until you realize you don't have to be afraid anymore. I can't wait for the day when you realize your true potential. You are going to do great things, and I'm going to be right behind you with a smug face and plenty of 'I told yous'."
Edward came in the room then and immediately ran to my side when he noticed his dad hugging me, misinterpreting my tears.
"What happened, baby? Why are you crying? Did my father hurt you?" he asked worriedly, while staring angrily at his father.
"No, not at all. I didn't feel a thing! And look, I got a Powerpuff Girls tape!" I said, proudly displaying the tape in my arm.
"See? No need to lynch me, son. I took good care of your girl," Carlisle quipped, making me giggle.
"I'm sorry, dad. I just worry," Edward replied shyly.
"I understand, son, don't worry. Though I must say I do wonder how you'd ever survive watching her give birth. I'm guessing I will have to have a defibrillator on hand when that happens," Carlisle laughed.
Edwards face brightened immediately.
"Oh, dad, that would be awesome!" he replied in wonder.
"The defibrillator?" Carlisle asked confused.
"No, dad," Edward whined "having a baby with Bella."
Edward looked at me with such hope on his face that I almost told him to make a baby with me right then.
Almost.
Carlisle laughed and mumbled "intense" as he walked out of the room.
Edward decided we needed a bath and carried me to the tub in his bathroom where we relaxed together as the calming jets of his Jacuzzi soothed our bodies.
"Bella?"
"Hmm."
"Are you still mad about me not telling you what was going on?"
It took me a minute to think about my answer. He knew the truth and had not told me, which was wrong, but I could understand his reasoning. If the roles were reversed, I would have probably done the same thing.
"I guess I can understand why you did it, Edward, but it is never a good idea to hide things from each other. I don't like to be lied to, and I don't ever want to lose my trust in you. Please, promise me that you will never hide anything from me again. It only leads to pain and worry."
"Why were you worried?"
"Because I thought you didn't love me enough, that I wasn't enough for you. I kept thinking about how you would go out with Tanya everywhere, never caring if the press saw you together and compared it to how worried you were about people finding out about us. I thought you were ashamed of me," I explained, my voice breaking with the hurt I had felt.
Quicker than I ever thought possible, Edward pulled me on his lap, not caring about the water overflowing due to his sudden movement.
"Bella, don't ever think that way. You are everything to me. You are my world, my entire life. Please, don't ever doubt that."
"I know, Edward, but sometimes I can't help but wonder why you love me. I'm nothing; I have no past but the nightmare I live through. I didn't go to school; I have no friends, no goals, no life. I'm not even pretty. You could do so much better than me," I stated, knowing that I sounded depressed, but not wanting to hide my feelings to him. I wasn't lying after all.
"Bella, shut up. I don't ever want to hear you talk like that. You are not nothing, you are everything to me. You may not have a life yet, but you will once you heal your spirit completely. Look how far you have come! You are so different than the girl that walked in here that first day. You are regaining your health, both mental and physical, and once that is done, you will have a life like everyone else. Actually no, you will have a better life than anyone else, I will make sure you have everything you ever wish for," he stated while looking directly into my eyes, sealing his promise.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm taking too long to get better. I want to make you happy, too."
"Bella, you do make me happy. Insanely so. There's no point to your worry, love."
I sighed and moved back to the other side of the tub. I didn't want to think any more. I tried to enjoy the jets again as I rested my head against the cool tile. He played with my toes for a while until he decided we needed to get out before the water cooled down. He dried me off lovingly as I watched his body react to the sight of my naked body.
"What?" he asked innocently as he saw my raised eyebrow. "It's your fault! You are far too beautiful to resist you. Not even thinking of dead chickens while I have my hands on you helps me keep him from rising to the occasion. He likes you too much to be distracted," he quipped while pointing to his hard erection.
I laughed at his mental picture and decided to mess with him, kissing him passionately until we ran out of breath.
"Bella, you are a dangerous creature. You know? If we weren't so hung over I would ravish your body until you screamed my name … several times."
His words caused my temperature to rise and wetness to pool between my legs.
"I'm pretty sure that if I touched you here, you would be wet for me, Isabella," he whispered as he ran his index finger along the center of my core, making me quiver with desire.
"Mmm … I can smell your hunger, sweetheart. I bet you want to be a very bad girl and let me taste you," he growled in my ear as he palmed his erection.
Seeing him touch himself made me whimper with desire. His tall, defined body was covered with water droplets that begged to be licked. His hair was darkened by the water, matching the color of his eyes, which were black with lust.
He walked around me, watching me the way a predator watches his stupefied prey. The wetness in my heated center began to drip down my leg, making me rub my thighs together, hoping to stop the tickling liquid from further travel.
"Don't stop it, Isabella. Let me see your desire for me. I want to lick every drop of it. Will you let me?" He asked, his voice husky and dangerous.
"Oh, Edward, please!" I begged.
Careful not to disturb the IV hanging over my head, he lowered his mouth to mine. His kiss was desperate, raw and almost painful, making me moan with desperation.
His hands roamed my body until they settled on my breasts. He kneaded them as his tongue warred with mine. I reached down his body and touched his erection, running my fingers along his member, only to cup the tip with the palm of my hand, simulating suction. The soft moan he let out as he licked the shell of my ear gave me courage to try what Alice had taught me.
Trailing kisses along his body, I began my quest to pleasure him with my mouth. My tongue ran along his Adam's apple, then his neck, causing goose bumps to appear in his ivory skin. Then it traveled down to his nipples, licking them softly, emulating his own touch on mine. After a few minutes of pleasuring him that way, I licked down the well-defined plains of his chest until I kneeled down in front of him.
"Bella," he gasped when he realized what I was about to do.
"You want this, Cullen? Do you want to feel my mouth wrapped around you?" I taunted, hoping he would find it sexy.
"God, yes. I want to feel your hot wet tongue on my dick, baby. I bet it feels as heavenly as your pussy," he moaned.
I licked his length until I reached the already wet tip, where I ran my tongue around the source of his wetness, letting it coat my taste buds, loving his unique flavor.
Edward's head fell back as he hissed with pleasure, signaling that I was doing things right. Without further delay, I wrapped my lips around his hardness, being careful to tuck my teeth behind my lips, and engulfed it until it touched the back of my mouth. Edward placed his hands on my head and carefully guided my movements.
"Oh Isabella, your mouth feels delicious. All wet and hot … mmm … I love fucking it," he moaned as he began to pump in and out of my mouth.
My tongue caressed his sensitive head, causing him to involuntarily jerk. When he suddenly stopped his movements and tightened his hold on my head, I inwardly smiled when his sweet hiss could be heard as my teeth gently grazed up the length of him as he slowly withdrew.
"Oh Jesus, Bella you are going to make me come if you keep that up."
With his cock still deep inside my mouth, I looked up into his eyes and nodded, telling him what I wanted.
"You want that? Want my cum all over your mouth? Want to know what I taste like, sweetheart? Huh?"
His husky voice and lusty words made my center throb with desire. Using the hand connected to the damn IV, I ran my fingers around my clit, hoping to relieve some of the pressure there.
Edward must have noticed the cable stretching to the max, because his eyes followed its movement, groaning when he saw what my hand was doing.
"God dammit, Isabella, that is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. Touch yourself, baby, get that pussy nice and ready for me," he ordered breathlessly as I pumped him with my hand and mouth.
"Baby … I'm gonna…" he creaked, breathlessly.
Increasing the tempo of my movements, both on him and myself, I hummed my pleasure as I tugged on his balls and pushed my finger behind them, the way Alice had told me to, causing him to explode on my mouth as he roared my name.
A slightly bitter taste assaulted me, but I drank it greedily, licking him clean, not wanting to waste a single drop of Edward's lust for me.
He sagged against the sink, holding onto it in order to stand. I stood up and wrapped my arms around his torso.
"Damn, baby. I feel like newborn Bambi. My legs are all wobbly," he snickered as he kissed my head.
"Did you like it?" I asked, unable to mask the insecurity my inexperience caused me.
"Like it? I fucking loved it!" he exclaimed. "You are so amazing, Bella. I cannot believe you did that."
"I asked Alice for help. She gave me a lot of advice and bought me magazines I could do research on," I replied shyly.
"Remind me to buy her a yellow Porsche or something. That was fucking incredible. I can hardly believe you are mine. I feel like it's a dream sometimes."
"Well believe it, Cullen. I am yours to keep. No returns or exchanges allowed," I quipped.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, babe," he chuckled.
He kissed me sweetly at first, conveying his love for me, but soon the kiss became heated, igniting the passion between us again. He unhooked my IV from the curtain hook it was hanging from and handed it to me.
"Hold on to this," he ordered.
I was then swept off my feet and carried to his bed where he laid me carefully, length wise. He grabbed the IV bag and hooked it to the hook Emmett had hammered to his wall, being careful not to move it too much. He then grabbed a couple of pillows and prop them underneath my hips.
"I asked Em for advice, too. He said you would like this," he explained with a wicked wink.
He then moved up my body and kissed me fiercely, feeding the fire within me.
"Are you feeling okay for this?" he asked, worriedly.
"I'm feeling great. You feel so good, I want you," I replied wantonly.
"You have me. All of me. Forever."
His lips traveled to my nipples, where he sucked and licked until I was squirming in the bed, searching for some friction.
"Patience, Isabella. I want you to savor this, to feel my touch on you. Do you feel it, pretty girl? How much I fucking want you?" he whispered in my ear as his hands reached my hot and very wet center.
"Edward …" I moaned.
"Umm, so wet and juicy, Isabella. Tell me this is only for me, that you want only me."
"I want you, only you."
He growled as he moved down and licked my entrance, teasing me with his tongue. I was so turned on I felt like I was going to explode before he even started.
His swiped his tongue a couple of more times until I bucked my hips and held his head in order to get the friction I needed. Taking pity of my desperate need, he finally began to assault my clit with his deadly tongue. He flicked it repeatedly, increasing his speed until I was about to come, only to slow it down right before I got there.
I grunted my displeasure, and I could feel his smile as he lapped at my clit, once again driving me to the highest point. Just before I reached the peak, he pushed two fingers inside me and bit my clit with enough pressure to push me over the edge. I screamed loudly as his fingers twisted inside me, extending the pleasure of my orgasm even more. My body locked down, and all I could feel was wave after wave of pleasure, blocking every sound, every thought out of my head.
After what seemed like forever, I came back to reality only to find Edward smiling smugly while rolling down a condom on his very hard erection.
"Good?" he asked.
"Unbelievable. I never thought something could feel so good. It's like every time we are together like this, it gets even more amazing than the last."
"It does. I can't imagine it would get better than this, but it always does. You're fucking perfect," he growled as he entered me, effectively shutting down my ability to reply.
We made love for a long time, enjoying each other bodies, kissing and biting while moaning our pleasure until it became too much and body tensed with the anticipation of another orgasm.
"That's it, Isabella, I can feel you clamping down on me, let it go. Let me see you come, baby. I want to feel you drip all over me," he grunted, causing an earth shattering orgasm to rush through every inch of my body.
"Fuck yes. That's it, pretty girl, come all over me, sweetheart."
He thrusted a few more times before his face contorted with pleasure, roaring my name as his own orgasm busted through him.
We laid there, breathless, for a couple a few minutes, neither of us able to form words, but letting our bodies do the talking as we kissed each other and cuddled in bed.
"Bella?" he finally said.
"Yes?"
"Does it bother you that I get so … well … you know… rough when I make love to you? It's okay to say it if it does," he stated shyly, his ears red out of embarrassment.
"Not at all. Should it?"
"Well, I don't know. I don't want to be disrespectful or anything. I don't have a lot of experience. Besides porn or what Em and Jasper tell me, I have no way to know how things should be. I don't know what happens, but you turn me on so much, and I become possessive. I want you to be mine and do what I say. It kind of worries me sometimes, that I enjoy such behavior. I have spent most of my life fighting what feels natural to me in order to do what I'm supposed to in order to be normal. I wonder if that applies to this as well. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
He was worried and his expression was pained. It hurt me to see how hard he had to push himself in order to fight who he was and adjust to a world that didn't understand his mind.
"Edward, I never want you to be anything else than what you are when you are with me. From what I know, sex is a natural thing, ruled by instinct. At the end of the day, we're still animals, and there are a lot of chemical and biological reactions involved in the process of mating. Perhaps I chose you to be my mate because, somewhere in my nature, I enjoy being with a strong male. When you act possessive and talk strongly to me, I feel wanted, desired, and protected. It makes me want you, well more like crave you, really, so don't ever feel like you have to hide who you are, or what you need, when you are with me. I promise you that if something bothers me I'll always tell you, and I want you to do the same. Deal?"
"Deal!" he answered excitedly. All worry and pain disappearing from his beautiful face.
I was drifting off to sleep when his velvety voice pulled me back to reality.
"Bella?"
"Mmm"
"Would you have another date with me?" he asked, somehow unsure of my reply.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know. I guess I just don't know if you are up to it."
"Edward, there is no other place on earth that I feel safer than when I'm next to you. You make me happy, and I'm not going to let some psycho ruin our time together. Wherever you are, whatever you do, I want to be next to you. If that Caius guy thinks for a moment I'm going to let him destroy me the way his brother did, he is fucking wrong. This time I am going to fight, because no one will ever take me away from you. Ever."
Edward propped himself on his elbow and looked at me with an awed expression.
"You are the most amazing woman on the whole universe. I can't tell you how fucking proud I am of you. I'm honored that you have chosen me to be your mate and will prove you that I'm more than thankful for it every day until the day I die."
He sealed his promise with a heated kiss as he entered me again.
A/N: Phew! *wipes forehead* this was hard to write! I am super shy when it comes to sex so lemons are the hardest part of the job for me. I do think they are necessary to demonstrate the connection between them. Sex is such an important part of the relationship; it's where souls truly meet with no outside interference so I hope you guys approve of my depiction of it.
Let me know what you think please!