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Love to my fabulous team: TexasBella, Nic, Theonlykyla, Cutestkidsmom, and Grnidgirl. Special shout out to MissJude and MasterAskim for help with french translations.

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

Edward

I wake up surrounded in warmth; from the sun which is shining through the window and because I am wrapped around my love. She's laying with her head on my chest and as my fingers lazily run through her soft, silky hair I notice something reflecting from the light in the room on my left hand; a platinum band on my ring finger.

I wake up startled, and realize that I had been dreaming. Glancing to my left at the clock on the side table, it reads one a.m. I look to my right and there she is ... my Bella. Reality is so much better.

I close the distance between us and wrap my arm around her letting her lay her head lightly on my chest, my heart is beating frantically. I stroke her arm with the back of my fingers, and she shudders snuggling closer to me. She calms me.

My chin comes to rest on the top of her head and I can't help but to inhale. Her hair smells of strawberries and champagne. Pulling back a bit my gaze falls upon her; she is awake and smiling at me, I smile back and lightly kiss the top of her head.

"Hey beautiful, it appears we dozed off. Sleep well?"

She yawns, she is so damn adorable.

"Mmm, very well," she says, her voice low and sexy which sends a shiver up my spine.

Everything about Bella draws me in. Her face, her voice, and even her smell. It's her skin I want to touch, her hair I want to bury my nose in, and her lips I want to kiss.

Gently I roll her out of my arms and stroke her cheek softly before peering directly into her eyes. They are suddenly filled with question and hesitation. We need to talk about what happened earlier.

"Tell me that earlier tonight wasn't a dream," she whispers.

Earlier tonight! Reality hits and I'm flooded by the memories as they come rushing back to me, and all at once I'm frightened. Will she be disappointed or mad at me? Will she feel that I used her, abused her body out of spite or anger? Oh my God, Edward, what were you thinking? You were so stupid...

"Bella, I can't begin to tell you how sorry..."

"What? Sorry?"

"Yes, Bella, sorry. I never –"

"You regret tonight? I'm not sorry, Edward. I have no regrets ... but, obviously you do." She throws the sheet back and starts to get out of bed.

She's going to leave. Fix this, Masen. I gently grab her by the wrist. "Bella, don't go, please."

"Why should I stay, Edward? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't walk out that door and out of your life?"

"Bella, it's not the fact that it happened! It's more like I'm feeling that it shouldn't have happened the way that it did. I'm afraid you may be upset with me ... That you might think I used you."

"Well, I'm not; and I don't. I'm fine, really." Bella reaches toward me, and places her hand tentatively on my chest.

I shake my head at her choice of words and pull away from her. "Bella, for my piece of mind don't say you're fine, just don't."

"Don't ruin this, Edward." She takes a hesitant step back.

I run my hands through my hair frantically trying to find a way to salvage this. I reach for her hands, kissing them both before bringing them to rest over my heart.

"Bella, je ne regrette rien."

I regret nothing.

I gently pull her back into bed, and she comes willingly. "Let me make it up to you now, Bella. Let me make love to you. Please give me the honor of worshiping you."

Bella sighs and it is musical; filled with contentment. "Love me, Edward."

Gathering her to me, I gently lay her back against the soft white sheets. Her mahogany hair fans out around her head on the pillows. To me, she looks like an angel.

Her mouth opens slightly, and then her tongue peeks out to skim along her bottom lip. Taking that as my cue I kiss her with reverence. A moan escapes from deep inside me, and in response her arms wrap around my neck, her soft fingers running through my hair.

As our tongues mingle, dance, and taste I pull her even closer.

Bella breaks away for a moment, and stares deep into my eyes, they are questioning.

Yes, love, I feel it too.

She looks at me with such desire that I'm humbled, giddy, and perhaps a bit overwhelmed. I've never felt someone's need for me so completely. With Kate it was always rehearsed, robotic, and usually obligatory. Those days are over.

This kiss was so much different than our very first. It was passion, desire, and heat. I've been pulled into her flames now, and I will gladly die here if that is what she desires.

"That should have been our first kiss," I murmur.

Smiling sweetly at me, once again our lips meet. Bella spreads her legs and I settle down in between them being careful not to crush her.

This time is going to be so different from last night. I plan to make sweet love to Bella, and show her with a slow, tender passion the love I feel for her. I'm going to give her my heart, my soul, my everything.

My sweet girl hums in contentment as I'm placing soft kisses along her face: the tip of her nose, her eyelids, and up to her forehead.

"You are so beautiful," I say trailing kisses down her collarbone and her neck. Goosebumps follow my path. "Are you cold?"

"No, quite the opposite," Bella replies while running her fingers through my hair and scratching my scalp lightly with her fingernails.

Now it's my turn to hum.

"Will you kiss me again, Edward?"

"Bella, you never have to ask, I will give you whatever your heart desires."

God, I love this woman. I want to tell her, but instead I kiss her with wild abandonment, pouring the words I'm feeling into this promising kiss.

When the kiss is broken we are both breathless, yet I know we both desire more.

I place three more soft chaste kisses on her lips; I love you, and three more above her heart; I love you.

My fingertips trace lightly across her breasts before slowly taking one perfect pink nipple in my mouth. Her moan is sexy and I want to hear more. This time I want to both hear her and watch her face, and know that I'm pleasing her. In this moment all that matters is Bella and her needs. Moving to her other breast, I nip and suck; she is panting now.

"Please, Edward, I need ..." she mumbles.

Silencing her is easy with another deep passionate kiss. "Relax, gorgeous. I'm taking my time as I have a lot to make up for." I kiss the tip of her nose, and she giggles. That sound will never get old; it's the perfect melody.

Continuing a path of kisses down her stomach, I stop just before I reach her apex. I barely touch her, ghosting my finger through her wetness and warmth.

Bella sighs, and grips the sheets tightly in her hands.

Moving down the bed, I place open mouth kisses up one leg and then the other starting at her ankle all the way to the inside of her thigh.

This time my Bella trembles, and my name falls from her lips.

In a silent promise to savor her this time I place a tender kiss on her mons before softly spreading her open with my tongue. The taste that coats my tongue is indescribable: pure sweetness, and all Bella. I'm fighting the urge to dive in and devour her again.

When I insert one finger inside her and stroke her sweet spot she is already close to orgasm.

Bella lays there flushed; her breathing still unsteady and her fingers white from her relentless grip on the sheets.

Inserting another finger, I slowly pump her while licking all her sweetness.

"Oh God, mmm . . . oh, Edward . . ."

"Let go, baby, just feel." My teeth nibble gently on her clit while I continue rhythmic contractions with my fingers inside her.

The beautiful woman offering herself to me lets out the sexiest noise I've ever heard and I'm mesmerized as I watch her come undone. She is stunning; her whole body flushes a rosy pink and her back arches bringing her toward me.

Enveloping her in my arms I give her a searing kiss. The ever present current is still coursing back and forth between us, and I know I'll never feel this way about anyone else ever again.

I look deep into her eyes before ever so slowly pushing my throbbing length inside of her. Bella's name falls from my lips like a prayer, and I gently pull out – this time my name falls from her lips. We are worshiping each other, and once again I feel the need to say the words. Looking into her eyes I can see it: her heart, her soul, and her love for me.

That unseen forces pulls me forward until I am pressing into her again. After wrapping my arms around her shoulders and hitching her leg across my hip, I look back into her eyes and I see her...

My brown eyed girl.

My heart.

My life.

My love.

My forever.

"Bella, I love you. You are my life now."

She gasps and grabs my face, tears in her eyes. "I love you, too, so much. It's always been you, Edward." She kisses me, showering me in her love.

Her words both make me feel alive and give me comfort. For once I feel what it is truly like to love and be loved in return, and it is bringing me to the edge where I will happily fall with her.

With one last push into Bella's warmth I let go and feel her walls clench around me as she throws her head back and gives in to the pleasure. We both climax together and stay wrapped in each other's arms while sharing soft kisses, perfectly content with the soft steady rhythm of our beating hearts.

As I find myself drifting off, I quietly whisper to her, " Deux corps, un coeur." Two bodies, one heart.

Bella

I wake and feel like I am in heaven. Being in Edward's arms is so perfect that I know I'm right where I belong. Part of me feels like I am floating, and the only thing keeping me in this bed is his strong arms which are still wrapped tightly around me. He held me all night as we slept, and I've never felt so cherished.

It's as if we are each other's lifelines, and we'll drown if either of us let go. You can't let go, Edward. I don't know how to breathe without you.

I smile when I stretch my body and it's a little sore – in a good way. Last night was perfect even though things were a bit backwards. But it seems like it is just the story of us – Edward pulls back and then I push, or vise versa. Glancing at the clock it reads eight a.m. Shit, time for a reality check, Bella. Checkout time is noon, and I can't just get up and leave, but everyone will be looking for me ... I'm sure my cell is full of missed calls and texts.

Gently prying Edward's arm from around me and scooting off the bed, I see his dress shirt laying on the floor. Picking it up, and slipping it on I'm overtaken by the scent. A hint of vanilla and a bit of spice. Mmm, all Edward.

My purse is lying over near the door and I dig through it to find my cell. One missed call and three texts – all from Jasper. Taking a deep breath, I decide to check the texts first.

Where are you Isabella? No one has seen you. J.

Bella, I'm really starting to worry. It appears Edward is missing too. Call or text me. J.

He called me Bella, he has never called me that.

Are you with HIM? J. Oh shit.

"You are so sexy standing there in my shirt and nothing else."

His voice is smooth and I can feel the blush rising on my cheeks. Why I'm feeling shy all of a sudden I haven't a clue. "I was just checking my missed texts."

Which I no longer care about at the moment.

"Jasper," Edward simply states.

"Yes."

"Come here, love," he whispers as he extends his hand to me. "It's still early."

Never hesitating, my feet take me back to the bed and under the blankets where Edward's arms automatically cocoon me. It's so safe in his arms; I've never felt so wanted.

"Edward," I whisper to him, "we need to talk about this."

He sighs. "I know."

Suddenly he pulls away, sitting up. At once the distance between us is too much. I lean forward and wrap my arms around his chest hugging him, laying my cheek against his back. Edward's breathing is harsh; his muscles are tense.

"Let me see your phone, Bella?"

"Edward, I don't think ..."

"Bella."

The way my name drips from his tongue gives me chills, and not good Edwardy chills. His tone is menacing and I'm immediately on edge.

He takes my phone and scrolls through the texts, letting out a long breath while he reads them. Then he plays my voicemail; I can only imagine what it sounds like, I'm sure Jasper was angry.

After he is done he grabs his own cell and listens to his own message. "Fuck." Edward is clearly agitated as he throws his phone across the bed and drops his head into his hands.

The look of defeat is clear on his face as he is repeating something quietly to himself. Crawling around him and climbing onto his lap, my legs straddle his and I gently pull his hands away from his eyes; they are troubled.

"Edward, look at me," I plead with him.

He turns his head and mumbles, "Just go, Bella. I already know what you're going to say."

What is he talking about? I need him to explain why he is trying to push me away.

Taking his face forcefully and looking into his eyes, I order him, "Edward. Look. At. Me."

My strict tone gets him to turn his gaze to me, and I hate what I see looking back at me: sadness, rejection, a broken soul.

"Bella, I already know what's going to happen when we walk out of this room."

He is pissing me off now, and I either want to slap him or scream at him. I choose the latter.

"Edward, what the hell are you talking about? You can predict the future now? Why don't you enlighten me?"

He reaches over and grabs his phone again, gripping it tightly.

"Jasper," he growls, his voice cold as ice. Of course, the source of contempt himself: Jasper.

"Baby, listen to me," I'm trying to calm him, it's clear Jasper's message has upset him as he is shaking violently, his fists are clenched, and his jaw is tense. "I told you last night ... it's you, Edward. It's always been you."

"I love you, Bella, so much ... only you,"he says it like he needs to believe it as much as I do.

"Edward, last night meant so much to me. The first time was hot and passionate, and I felt so desired. But the second time? Baby, we made love and said 'I love you' and I will never forget that moment ... ever."

After kissing me fiercely, his whispered words make my pulse race. "Hier soir, c'était la meilleure nuit de mon existence."

And as easy as breathing, my Edward is back.

"Tell me..." I whisper. It doesn't matter what he said, his beautiful words send a clear message to my heart.

"Bella, last night was the best night of my existence." My forehead is graced with a soft kiss, and I'm overcome with the desire to show him how he makes me feel. How I feel for him.

As I'm placing soft kisses along his jaw and down his neck he purrs in content. Pausing, I take his hands in mine. "When we walk out the door its just us, Edward and Bella. I choose you, Edward, always you, forever."

Everything about him is beautiful:his body is a masterpiece to behold, and it molds so well with mine; a tender soul lies behind the mask he usually wears, and I'll gladly kiss the mask away. And last, his precious heart that has been unselfishly given to me.

Our hearts will beat as one.

Edward

Her breath is warm and her lips grazing over my skin is causing me to tremble. Every touch from her feels better than than last and yet not quite enough. I'm hard for her already, and the animal inside me wants to grab her, flip her over, and make wild passionate love to her, but I'm taking my cue from her. I will let her lead.

Slowly Bella drags her nails around my shoulders, down my back, and back again. Each circuit is more intense than the last, and it's overwhelming how my body automatically responds to hers. It's as if I've been dormant and Bella has come and awakened me; I've never felt more desired.

Running her fingers through the patch of hair on my chest Bella is methodical while she makes her way down my body. My cock is twitching in anticipation of her touch which it gets briefly: a lone finger grazes over the head drawing a moan from deep inside of me. Her hand wraps around my engorged cock in response, and with a firm grip she begins to stroke. The soft skin of her palm is smooth silk against my hardened steel. So perfect.

Within moments I already feel the faint stirring of an orgasm deep in my belly. "Bella, baby, your touch..."

With a sheepish smile Bella releases me before lifting her body above mine to line her waiting heat up with my needy cock. Slow and almost torturous, she allows her body to slide down over me, and with each second that passes I know I'm closer to home.

"Do you feel me, Edward?" she whispers. "Do you feel how right this is?"

God, she is so beautiful atop me.

Bella leans back a bit and moans from the new sensation it creates, and her hair lightly tickles the top of my thighs. She starts to move up and down, trying to find the perfect rhythm, and I'm in heaven.

I'm in ecstasy; feeling her walls clenching around me and its tight, so damn tight, and fuck, so deep.

"Bella, please." I can't get enough.

Bringing my mouth to hers, she claims my tongue without hesitation. Her movements never stop and she starts increasing her pace. Putting my hands on either side of her ass helps to guide her, the little noises she is making are spurring me on. I'm so close to coming. Our breathing is becoming more erratic, and suddenly she breaks the kiss. "Edward..."

"Yes, love?" It's barely a whisper.

"I want you to let go and come undone. I need to know that it was me that brought you to this moment."

"Ungh, God, Bella..."

"Your orgasm belongs to me, and no one else."

"Fuck, baby ... only you." And I mean it.

Her movements are quickening again and she brings her mouth up to my ear where she bites down on my lobe causing my dick to twitch inside her.

"Come for me, baby," she whispers.

"Fuck!" And I'm gone ... a tidal wave of pleasure rolls through me and I can feel myself hitting her walls. Spurt after spurt, and she is still rocking her hips milking me for every last drop. As I start to come down I run my hand down the valley between her breasts. A light sheen of sweat covers her, and my touch makes her shiver.

"I want you to come now, baby. Please, sweetheart. For me." I bring my finger up to her mouth, and drag it slowly past her lips. She captures my finger, and sucks on it before releasing it. Fuck if that's not the most erotic thing ever.

She sighs heavily and lets go. "Edward ..."

So breathless and sexy as hell.

I have never seen her look more beautiful. Her whole body is quivering, and her breasts and face are blushed the prettiest shade of pink as her orgasm takes over. Bella coming undone around me is truly the most beautiful moment I have experienced, and one I can never be without again. She was made for me, and I for her.

"I love you, Bella, forever."

"Every single moment," she says as her breathing slows. "Of forever," she finishes as she runs her finger down my cheek like a worshipful caress.

I kiss her sweetly and whisper to her, "From this moment forward its just us, baby: Edward and Bella."

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