Hey everyone! Sorry it took me so long to update. This week has been just awful for me. I've been busy with school with a AP Government project that's taken over my life, essays to write, tests to study for, art, and just life. I've had artist and writer's block. I've had the hardest time coming up with new project ideas for my AP collection, which is due at the end of May. I was also burnt out from writing that wedding chapter that I've been planning with Keeper of the Covenant for so long, and so writing this chapter was a struggle. But somehow after giving up and preparing to take a break I got some ideas and so here you go. It might be a little choppy but I planned it this way. This is the consummation of their marriage and snippets of scenes from their honeymoon.
I just want to give a shout out to CarlislaCooper for being awesome. She's always there to help me when I'm stuck and when I need to rant she's up and ready to give me feedback. So I just wanted to say you rock, Big Sis.
My mind is floating on the cloud, I swear.
Playlist:
Can you feel the love tonight from the Lion King
In the jungle (the lion sleeps tonight) from the Lion King
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Chapter Fifty-Four
Secret Sicily
Carlisle refused to inform Isabella as to where they were going for their honeymoon. Alice, Rosalie, Dean, and Elizabeth had packed for Bella so she wouldn't know what to expect. Yes, it had actually taken four people to pack for one person. Rosalie made sure Alice didn't forget about comfort when she got obsessed with her fashion statements. Sometimes Alice forgot Bella was seven weeks away from having her baby; that was if their daughter was on time. Dean needed to make sure the two women didn't fight and it was just his job to oversee these things since he was Bella's assistant. Elizabeth was there to make sure that the proper things a pregnant woman might need were packed in her suitcase.
Currently, since the flight was very long and they were both sure of the first thing they would do once in the bedroom at their honeymoon, they were sleeping in the bed of Carlisle's private jet. Carlisle's shirt was off, tossed carelessly somewhere on the floor, and his arms circled his very pregnant wife. He had woken from sleep to find his beautiful wife humming to him softly as she stroked his hair and the side of his face. They didn't mind that their daughter was keeping them apart somewhat since they were both lying on their sides facing one another. They simply embraced what they could of each other and rested in complete and utter bliss. Her eyes fell on his as his lids slowly opened. They said nothing to each other and just enjoyed the moment of peaceful silence. Besides the few flight attendants, pilot, and co-pilot they were alone at last. Carlisle reassured Felix that his services were not needed for the honeymoon and to take this as a vacation. Though, to reassure Felix and the newlyweds the surveillance team was coming with them but they wouldn't even notice they were there.
Gently Isabella smoothed her thumb across his cheekbone, still humming to him, and a smile crossed her luscious lips. She was a sight to behold, her hair arranged in a sexy mess of bed head, her eyes full of love and focused on him, her cheeks slightly blushed, and her beautiful smile. Lovingly he removed one of his hands from her body and rested on her hand that was on his cheek. He turned his head slightly and kissed her palm, just as she had at their wedding.
"Good morning, Wife." He swooned.
"Good morning, Husband." She crooned in reply as he leaned in for a good morning kiss.
Without any objection she accepted his kiss and kissed his top lip in return. Carlisle always tasted so rich and delectable. He enjoyed her sweet and fruity flavor, his favorite way to wake up.
"Are we almost there yet?" She whispered against his lips.
He brushed away fallen strands of hair that were in her eyes when he pulled back from the kiss and smiled.
"I can go see how close we are. It shouldn't be too long though. And then I'll see what I can do about breakfast."
Climbing out of bed, he retrieved his shirt and then walked around the bed to peck a kiss on her lips. He hoped that she didn't notice his obvious erection because he didn't want to tempt her. They hadn't had any action since the morning before their wedding and he was living with a serious case of blue balls. He needed his wife and he needed her now, but they needed to wait until they were at the location for their honeymoon.
When he entered the main cabin of the plane he looked out one of the windows to discover it wasn't morning at all, it was afternoon. The clock on the wall also might have helped distinguish that as well. One of the flight attendants greeted him and Carlisle asked if a meal could be prepared for him and his wife. She happily agreed and went to prepare a late lunch for the newlyweds. Carlisle then walked to the pilot's cockpit to see how close they were.
After an update Carlisle headed back to the bedroom to shower and change. Isabella was just finishing getting ready but Carlisle was there in time to tie the halter behind her neck for her.
"Thank you." She whispered as she let her hair down.
He kissed her shoulder and she reached back to fist her fingers through his hair.
"I love you." She whispered.
"Just as I love you, my wife." He purred.
Then he reached around her and rested his hand on her womb. Their daughter kicked gently and the pair smiled.
"Hello, my little one." Carlisle cooed as he rubbed his hand over where her little foot had cooked.
Isabella leaned her head back onto Carlisle's shoulder and swooned at her husband's actions.
"My wife." He crooned as he placed a kiss on her lips.
"My husband." She swooned.
He kissed her passionately, never wanting her to leave the safety of his embrace. She responded happily, turning in her husband's arms to get a better angle.
"I need to shower." He moaned as she pressed him up against the wall.
"Fuck me." She demanded.
"Isabella, don't do this to me. I want the consummation of our marriage to be perfect. I don't want it to be a quick fuck like we love to do in moments like these. I want to make our marriage bed in the paradise I have planned for you. You don't know how hard it has been keeping our honeymoon location a secret. I want everything to be perfect. Don't make me ruin this."
She looked into her husband's eyes and could only smile.
"Of course, my love. I want our first time together as husband and wife to be perfect. I'm just so hungry for you, I forgot."
"My silly girl." He chuckled and then pecked her on the lips. "Food should be ready soon. I'm going to hop in the shower and I will meet up with you for our meal. We land in forty-five minutes."
"All right, Love. Please, hurry back to me."
He agreed and then went to take a super quick shower so he could return to his lovely lioness.
He found his wife in the main cabin eating a light lunch and so he joined her after pecking her on the lips.
"Our daughter is very happy to be fed." Bella giggled.
Carlisle couldn't help but grin. He loved making his wife and daughter happy. He simple smiled at her and then sat down to join her.
After arriving at the location of their honeymoon, Bella was shocked to say the least. They were in Italy, something she never would have expected.
"Welcome to our homeland." Carlisle whispered sweetly in her ear as the car pulled up to the round driveway in front of the villa Carlisle rented for their stay.
"Oh, Carlisle." She swooned, completely in awe of the sight before her.
Everything was so lush and beautiful. She was home. This was where her ancestors once lived and now she was here too.
"This is Sicily, or part of it."
"Our part of it, at least for now." She breathed.
He nodded in agreement and then kissed the back of her neck.
The driver, along with Carlisle unloaded the car and carried the bags into the house. Isabella stayed in the car with the door open. Her legs hang out, daring to touch the earth, but she waited for her king of the jungle to come and get her. Carlisle returned with a smirk on his face, and their driver acted as if he saw nothing at all. He went to his wife, lifting her, even though she was very pregnant it was nothing to him because she weighed very little to begin with, and he carried her over the threshold.
"Carlisle, you're going to hurt yourself. Put me down." She demanded once they were in the foyer.
"I'll be fine if you stop squirming, my love."
She furrowed her brow and he reluctantly put her down, but that did not stop him from wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. He buried his nose in her soft chocolate curls and took a deep breath. He automatically relaxed, slipping into a realm of pure bliss that could only exist because of Isabella.
"Would you like to explore our villa?" Isabella asked as she eyed the room curiously.
He shook his head in protest, replying verbally with only a husky whisper.
"I have something else I'd like to explore."
His words went straight to her heated center, her face and body flushing. Finally they could be together intimately as they longed to since the night before their wedding.
She turned to face him and before he could comment on her quick response, she threw her arms around his neck as she crushed her lips to his. Instantly his hand slid up her side, aiming to pull her closer to him. There would be no more interruptions, they were alone and he could finally take her for the first time as his wife. His other hand caressed the side of her face and slowly slipped backwards to hold the back of her head as he laced his fingers in her hair. Their kiss was hungry and passionate, their bodies sang to one another as if in a mating ritual. Their child, yes somewhat in the way, Carlisle worked his way around their daughter as he always did. He did feel anger towards his cub, only longing to be closer to his lioness but found another way. As they ravaged each other's mouths Carlisle led her to their bedroom. He needed her now, his member throbbing and begging for pleasure. He knew how it felt to be submerged in his wife's wet, tight heat and he groaned at the thought.
Quickly they found the bedroom and Carlisle pushed her back onto the bed, not too roughly of course, and hovered above her at the edge of the bed. He took a pillow to support her back just in case. She worked quickly with the buttons of his shirt, eager to strip him of the offending material. She needed him badly, her core was aching for his large member to bring her the pleasure that only he knew how. Her fingers fisted in his hair as she groaned against his mouth. He began to thrust into her, wishing they didn't have the cloth barrier. But neither of them worried because it would be gone soon. Isabella just smirked as her husband hurried to get his pants undone and then kicked them onto the floor with his shoes and socks. Isabella kicked off her flats and then gazed up at her husband who was licking his lips at her.
"You're wearing too many clothes." He purred.
He slid his hands under the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it up her body. He gasped when he got to her panties because she was wearing noting but a scrap of lace. He groaned and kissed her womb and then pulled the dress all the way off her.
"Oh, Isabella. You're so beautiful." He swooned.
He saw back on his heels and slid her underwear off, tossing them in a random corner and not caring where it went. He gawked at her wet glistening lips that were dropping with her juices just for him. `
"Carlisle." She moaned when she felt his heavy stare on her pussy, making her even wetter.
She reached down to ease the burn, but Carlisle caught her hand and forced it away before he parted her legs even further and dove between them. She threw her head back in ecstasy as her husband's tongue darted in and out of her cunt, drinking up her juices and setting her body on fire.
"Carlisle!" She yelled as he flicked his tongue across her clit.
"That's it, my Isabella. Scream my name."
"Carlisle!" She screamed again when he went back to fucking her with his tongue.
Her grabbed onto his perfect golden locks and held his head in place. He continued to lick her clean, maybe just like a lion. That only added to the erotic moment.
"Fucking lion!" She groaned and thrust her pelvis up, causing him to grab her by the hips to hold her in place as he feasted on her intimate juices.
He lifted his head with a feral look in his eyes, turning Isabella on even more. He licked his lips and she shuttered. At that moment in time she saw the lion, the beast, within him spring to life.
"What was that, my wife?" Carlisle purred.
"I said, fucking lion." Bella panted as they found themselves locked in a stare.
"Lioness." He groaned, his breathing now heavier than before. "I must worship my lioness."
He crawled further up her body until their lips met. She took her time kissing him, her hand now resting on his jaw. She smoothed her fingers over his skin slowly, getting lost in the moment as their lips played.
"Carlisle, crawl further up." She whispered. "I need to taste you."
At first he was going to refuse. He didn't want to put that kind of pressure on her, but she had seen around the dilemma and requested that he still hover above her so she didn't have to bend down. Wanting to feel her hot mouth around his dick, Carlisle crawled up her body and was happy when she pulled away his boxer briefs. She flung them over in a corner and grasped his thick long member. Grasping it gently first and then tightened her first around him as she began to slide her hand up and down his shaft before taking his tip into her mouth. She flicked her tongue across the sensitive tip, causing her husband to moan and beg her for more. She swirled her tongue around the base of the head, causing him to plead for her to take all of him in. Giving into her husband's wishes, she took his shaft into her mouth, moaning around him as she coaxed more of him in. Her sweet lips sucked around him as her tongue played, bringing Carlisle closer to Heaven.
He cried out as she scraped her teeth along his manhood, and begged for more. She took him in further and hit the back of her throat as she relaxed it so more of him could enter. She hummed to stimulate him further, it was nirvana. She fondled his balls with her free hand, pleasuring her for several minutes before he pulled out to her surprise. He crawled back down her, his own shaft in his grasp as he worked himself furiously. She moaned at the sight and when their eyes met, she saw how dark his were and hooded with lust.
"I want you." He nearly growled. "Now."
She didn't complain. Simply he slid his large cock into her and then he pressed himself against her so that he could worship her mouth with his. She let her hands roam the strong muscles of his back as he thrust into her, and she met him each time. They were finally together in the intimate way in which they had been longing to be for what seemed like ages, when it hardly two days. He pushed her on her side, still moving with her and them pressed his front against her back, taking her top leg and draping it over his. He held her close as she turned her head back to kiss his passionately while he continued you to fuck her but love her at the same time. He rocked into her and all the two lovers heard was the sound of their bodies moving together, their kissing, and heavy breathing.
"I love you." Carlisle groaned as he picked up his speed. "My wife."
"As I love you." Bella panted. "My husband."
And in the jungle the two lions mated, a royal pair that the entire king knelt down before them. And in the distance, as if it came from the depths of the dense lush jungle, mighty roars of pleasure could be heard as the pair came down from their high. And in reply, almost like an echo, simple words sounded. I love you.
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Carlisle and Isabella were in heaven on their honeymoon. Carlisle took his wife to see the greatest sites of their homeland. He showed her the house in which he was born, the vacation home he knew, the grand villas and castles of their ancestors. It was haunting in a sense for Isabella to enter the home that Clarissa grew up it. Galileo's family tended to the home, keeping it in superb condition, and it seemed like Clarissa and her family could return any day. As tears rolled down her cheeks, Carlisle reacted silently for there was no need for words, He stood behind her, folding his arms around her and resting his head on top of hers. She turned to her side and buried her head in his chest. It was all too much, to stand where the massacre toke place so long ago. Carlisle whispered soothing words of comfort as he offered to take her away from this place. But she merely pulled away and ascended the grand staircase. Even with tears in her eyes she ventured through the many rooms. That was until she stood in the center of the very room her great great grandfather was murdered in.
Carlisle stole her away from the room filled with terrors as his wife cried over and over, "It happened in here." Once they were outside again she was ok.
"I'm sorry, I thought you'd want to see her home." Carlisle murmured.
She shook her head with a small smile.
"Don't apologize, Honey. I'm glad you brought me. I needed to see where she lived even though it made me sad."
"I'm right here." He whispered as he pulled her closer.
She nodded her head and then looked up into her husband's crystalline blue eyes and she was instantly calmed.
"Where to next?" She asked.
He could only grin.
On another excursion Carlisle took her into one of the older towns that Sulpicia grew up in. Carlisle purchased a coppola, an iconic symbol of Sicilian heritage that resembled a newsboy cap of sorts and was made of tweed. Bella couldn't help but admit how sexy Carlisle looked in them and so she had him pick out a few he liked so that he had a selection to wear at home. She loved his fedora, but it was summer now and the fedora just didn't work unless it was with his winter wear, especially fine wool coat and black leather gloves. But his coppolas could be worn in spring, summer, and fall, and if he wanted them for winter as well they would work.
While on their honeymoon Carlisle took her to several places in Tuscany. He showed her Rome, Venice, Pisa, Florence, Milan, Verona, Multipulciano, and Volterra. Isabella was in love with Italy and never wanted to leave. They decided then that they would purchase a Villa in Sicily, and maybe a few homes in Italy. One day Carlisle sat down with his wife in the living room of the villa they rented and handed her a little black card, and information for a new account.
"What's mine is yours." He moaned as he planted kisses on her neck.
Then he handed her another piece of paper and she nearly fainted. It was every penny that the Cigno family had ever saved up. There were a lot of zeroes attached. Then she looked at the information that came with the little black card. She nearly chocked when she saw how much money Carlisle had, and now she shared with him. "Carlisle." She gaped. "I can't- how did you- oh my God."
He just chuckled and began to nibble her neck.
"It's ours now, Love." He purred as he licked up her neck until his lips touched hers.
"But, Carlisle, I can't-"
He cut off her protests with a passionate kiss that she could not refuse. She would accept their wealth as her own soon.
"Carlisle." She protested as he hovered over her and deepened the kiss.
"What's mine is yours." He answered before snaking his fingers in her hair and drawing her closer as his tongue danced with hers.
She would continue the argument later, but she could not fight him when he could so easily win like this. She would surrender, but only for now, not forever.
One morning after a wild night of exotic love making, which included Carlisle stripping for her. He knew how she loved his pelvis thrusts and he made sure that he milked the moment with them as much as possible. He had his wife screaming and moaning for him to come closer and to get those damn pants off so she could fuck him. After torturing his wife for long enough to ravished his wife and brought them to several orgasms. He had never seen his wife cum so hard before.
The following morning Carlisle woke up before his wife, not bothering to put any clothes on. He went out into the kitchen and decided he would cook his wife breakfast, for he knew she would be exhausted after their wild night to go out for their morning meal. They would spend the day inside just relaxing. Cooking a traditional breakfast of their heritage reminded him of the times Didyme would come over to their house when he was younger and cook with Elizabeth. He would sometimes stand behind the door, stealing a peak at his mom and godmother creating the wondrous aromas. He was under the impression that they did not know he was there, until one day Didyme laughed upon looking over her shoulder with a knowing grin and told him to come lend a hand. She and his mother taught him how to prepare meals from their home country and that was what he hoped to do today with Isabella, for he knew she was eager to learn. The keepers of the house had stocked the pantry and fridge with fresh things for them to cook with most likely from the local market. He was so consumed with his thoughts and his work that he did not hear his wife open the bedroom door or walk down the hall.
Turning his head over his shoulder he saw her gawking, and in return he did the same. She was nude as well.
"Good morning, Wife." He practically groaned, her nipples were erect and she blushed all over.
She groaned at the sight of his long erect member. She thought Carlisle couldn't get any sexier, but the sight of him cooking while completely naked was an instant orgasm. Silently she approached him, then took his hard member in her grasp, and began pumping. This went on for a few minutes before she bent slightly to suck him and he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every last drop and then kissed him on the lips.
"Good morning, Husband." She chimed as if none of it had ever happened.
He just gaped at her.
"Is breakfast ready?" She asked innocently. "It smells so good."
He just pulled her close with one arm and worked on their meal with the other. This was absolute perfection.
Eventually they did dress after breakfast, and they spent the day cooking. She was ecstatic to learn to prepare traditional meals, and now she could make them at home. Carlisle loved almost anything that his wife cooked, but she now knew that Sicilian meals were his favorite. They were in for a change in diet, but it didn't seem like such a bad idea.
The rest of the honeymoon was spent cooking, having sex, and exploring Italy. They were coming back the day before Nationals so they could go support their niece.
Sadly, they left their secret little paradise in Sicily to return home. But despite the sadness that came with leaving, they still had the memories. And now they were going home to their family and friends. Bella would truly begin her reign beside her husband. The second she stepped foot off the plain she would be greeted with her husband not only by their family, but those that worked for them as well. The world now saw her not only as Isabella, future mother, friend, wife, sister, and Cigno heir, but now she would be Donna, she was powerful. So she cherished the moment, resting her head on her husband's shoulder, knowing that she was loved forever.
So, I must say that I am very happy this chapter is done. It's been frustrating. But I am very happy to finally go back to the plot. I apologize in advance if it takes me a while to get my next chapter up because I am going to reread some of my own chapters to get back in the mood. I also have a play to go to tomorrow, and I have a bunch of work. Next week is my art show and so I have a three or possibly four hour installation process of Wednesday, and no one listens to a word I say, and I am going to get blamed if no one shows up when they are supposed to. Then the art show is on Thursday and I am going insane. I'm really excited for what is to come, and the baby is on the way. What I can't wait for is my Burlesque fic, I keep getting ideas so I hope when this fic is over and the next starts that you all follow me to that.
Have an awesome day. Please review it might help get my thoughts in order.
