Thanks Sherry and Paige for being so wonderful and the best betas a girl could ask for!

BPOV:

We lay in bed together as our boat is anchored at sea. My mind is still reeling from the realization that my husband was not who I thought he was. Truly, I had been very naive and now my eyes are finally opened. My mind is filled with visions regarding Edward's grisly past. My imagination has always been an overactive one, and now is no different. My mind conjures up horribly, frightening images regarding Edward's life in organized crime.

He lays silently beside me, watching me as if he were trying to read my mind. I'm sure he is curious about what I am thinking. How could he not be after so much has been revealed? I have so many questions, but many are ones that I'm not sure I want the answers to. I know the full truth will cause me to see Edward differently, and I'm frightened by that fact.

"How old were you when you first killed someone?" I ask, unable to meet his eye.

Edward is silent, playing with my hair before he finally answers me. "Not much younger than you are now. I was sixteen years old."

"Did you know the man?"

"He was one of my uncles," he says matter-of-factly.

My eyes finally shoot up to meet his, I expect to see trauma, hurt, or even anger in his eyes. Instead, I see nothing floating in their depths. Edward looks perfectly at peace with the fact that he had murdered a family member.

"Did he do something wrong?" I hesitantly ask.

Edward snorts at my inquiry and says, "Of course he did something wrong. He betrayed my father and went behind our back to the police. He couldn't live after that."

I nod as if I understand, but I honestly can't begin to. I couldn't imagine having to kill a family member. I'm sure Edward was greatly influenced by his father, possibly even brainwashed by the man. The idea breaks my heart.

"What more do you want to know?"

After the night we'd had, I don't know if I can handle hearing anything else. I just want the comfort his body can provide me. I want a reminder that I am still alive, that I'm still okay. Edward senses my change of mood and confusion crosses his handsome features.

"Not tonight," I say with a shake of my head, "I just want to feel you Edward."

Call me young, call me foolish, but all I want is my husband at this moment. I want a way to forget everything else. Even if it's only for a little while. Edward looks exhausted, but agrees to my request and helps me out of my nightgown.

"Are you sure, Bella?"

"After the night we've had, I just want to feel you," I utter before his lips crash against mine.

His hand is between my legs, playing with my drenched pussy while his mouth is attacking my neck with kisses. My toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head due to his ministrations. His fingers feel incredible, and my core clenches around him.

"There's my sweet girl," he moans against my cheek as he rubs my clit.

"Please," I whine, feeling like a hussy as I writhe against him. "I need to feel you."

I hear him undo his pants and he is between my legs in an instant. He doesn't bother undressing before he is inside me in one painfully, delicious thrust. He doesn't pause for me to adjust this time, instead begins an unforgiving pace. He has never been this rough before, and I relish every second of it. He is completely free as he fucks me just the way he wants to. He moans against my neck, bucking his hips quickly against mine, and grabs at my breasts until he leaves marks.

I cry out, but not from pain. Being with Edward like this is complete and utter ecstasy. He grabs my bottom and lifts me off the bed, holding my hips in the air and continues thrusting. I scream out again, and I'm thankful we're in the middle of the ocean where no one can hear the things he is doing to me.

"There's my good girl," he moans, his eyes glued to my breasts as they bounce around with every thrust.

"I'm your good girl Edward," I moan as I feel my orgasm approaching, "Only yours."

"Fuck, Bella," he moans, before picking up his pace.

I can tell he is close to reaching his orgasm as well. He is so beautiful like this and more relaxed than he is doing any other activity. Sex is apparently where he is in his element and I thank God that I am here to reap the benefits. He plays with my nipples until I feel my walls clench around him. I feel my entire body relax as my core clenches around his shaft. Edward drops my hips and pulls out, giving me a wicked smile as he pumps himself. I watch him, enjoying the way his hand looks wrapped around his thick cock.

Edward's eyes stay locked on my body as his entire body stiffens. Thick streams of cum shoot out onto my belly and the bottom of my breasts, coating me in a creamy warm layer. I'm too shocked to move and trail my fingers over the cum that covers me. I feel as if he has marked me and I'm surprised with how much I love it.

"Let me get you cleaned up, sweetheart," he says, before sliding off the bed and going to the bathroom to retrieve a towel.

I feel so dirty, being the only naked one in the room. I can't believe he lost control like that. I loved every single second of it. I want to keep my mind pleasantly occupied, so I don't have to think of the reality that surrounds us.

"We should be heading back soon," Edward says as he wipes away his ejaculate with a towel.

"Can't we stay here tonight? I love being on the water," I practically beg, I don't want to go back and face that beach again.

"I wish we could, sweetheart," he says with sincerity. "With how I left things, we need to leave the city tonight."

"What do you mean?" I question. I thought he cleaned up our mess.

The look in his eyes tells me that I will know the truth soon enough.

A/N: I got the funniest guest review on this story about me having "daddy issues"...since this is an olderward story should I take that as a compliment? Haha!

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