At dinner that night, Bella played the role of perfect wife. She plastered a smile on her face, greeting Edward as if she was overjoyed to seem him.
He seemed delight, if a bit taken aback, by her reaction, and had pulled her to him in a kiss.
During the kiss, Bella had moved her lips and tongue against his animatedly. Meanwhile, she reminded herself of the pledge she had made, of the danger and certain heartbreak she would face if she opened herself to him.
When Edward had pulled away from the kiss, he looked at her quizzically, and had squeezed her hand, almost possessively.
They had a lovely dinner. It was roast lamb, with new potatoes and mint jelly. Bella had limited herself to one glass of wine, to keep her senses sharp. There would be no more losing herself around him, getting intoxicated and then opening her heart up.
No, instead Bella made pleasant conversation, inquiring as to various business activities of Edward. She imagined she was practicing for conversing at balls with strangers, and made certain to keep the exchange perfectly civil and polite, rerouting the topic whenever it started to veer towards the too personal.
Bella didn't want to reveal anything about herself- and she didn't want to hear about Edward either.
No, the perfect way to keep herself distant was to treat Edward like a stranger, to greet him convivially but not intimately.
Edward did not seem to notice her attempt to steer the conversation, thought he did give her a few rather perplexed glances when she presented the conversation from getting too penetrating.
But he drank the wine and happily answered all the questions regarding business, not probing when he would ask Bella a question about her day and she would brush it off.
After the meal, Edward took Bella's hand, and the walked upstairs together, with Edward dangling a key from his right hand.
They did not take the same route that they had the night before, instead heading toward's the family rooms.
Edward brought her down the hall, finally opening the door to the master bedroom, their new home.
Bella had never been assigned to clean the master before, as it was a task usually given to the more superior maids. So she was eager to see what it would look like.
When Edward finally pushed the door back, allowing her to enter first, she let out a gasp.
The room was illuminated by the candles that dotted the room, burning merrily and casting everything with a warm glow.
The walls were covered in a beautiful yellow fabric, with green vines snaking up the walls. A bit of the far wall was carved out to accommodate the bed, over top which was a large canopy, hung with yellow silks that matched the color of the walls. The silks swirled with floral designs in a slightly darker yellow, and the canopy had drapes that could be pulled around to cover the entire bed frame, shrouding the inhabitants from view.
Light yellow sheets, trimmed with a white border, topped the mattress, much simpler in design than the elaborate canopy.
A fire burned in a large fireplace located on the side wall. The center of the fireplace was green marble, and the mantle and sides were made of a white stone. The stone mantle travelled up the wall to the ceiling, and was carved with floral designs. The effect was quite imposing, the grey stone breaking up the yellow of the wallpaper.
Two of the walls were dotted with floor to ceiling windows. As it was nighttime, the yellow silk drapes, matching the canopy, had been pulled to cover them. But Bella was sure that, were it light outside, the room would have been entirely illuminated.
A wooden writing table was placed between two of the windows, topped with a layer of marble, and laid out with sheets of parchment and a quill and ink.
A large dressing panel and armoire stood in the corner of the room, and there were two closed doors on either side of the bed- which Bella assumed went to her sitting room and a room with a wash basin.
"Do you like it?" Edward asked.
Bella heard the door shut behind them, and Edward turn the key in the lock, shutting them in.
She found herself momentarily distracted from her effort to keep herself at bay from Edward.
"I love it," she said. And it was true- never before had she seen a room that was more perfect for her, a more inviting place to sleep.
"Good," Edward said. "I had them redecorate it for you."
Before Bella could respond, she found herself spun around, and pressed against Edward, his lips to hers.
Suddenly, Bella was brought back to herself, the distraction of the new room forgotten as Edward opened her mouth with his, softly but insistently slipping his tongue inside.
He swirled it around in her mouth, his hands gripping her waist on either side, crushing her against him.
His hand moved up her sides, moving lightly over her ribs, before finding the curve of her breast.
He managed to dip his hand inside her tight bodice, cupping her breast, squeezing it gently.
Bella felt a shiver run through her, her skin reacting to Edward's ministrations even her mind was determined not be taken in.
She had already decided to allow Edward some fun. After all, she had promised to be the perfect wife to him, and the perfect wife would never turn him away.
But when the time came to join, she would tell Edward she was too sore.
It would buy her some time to further get her defenses up, if only for an extra few hours or so. She knew, given Edward's enthusiasm and desire to join throughout the day, that she wouldn't be able to put it off for much longer.
The fact was, she wasn't sore anymore. The soreness had dissipated in late afternoon, not rising back up even when she moved or crossed her legs.
But that wasn't something Edward had to know. She knew would take her protestations seriously, given his concern earlier in the day. Even though it was, after all, his legal right to join with her, whether she was sore or not, whenever he wanted.
But she knew Edward wouldn't push her.
So she would beg off, and she could buy the time, stave off the intimacy that threatened to overwhelm her when she was with him.
Edward suddenly pulled back from the kiss, interrupting her thoughts.
"I've been waiting for this all day," he said, his gaze intent on hers.
He reached down, and began unbuttoning Bella's bodice.
Conveniently for Edward's ends, the row of buttons had been placed in the front of the gown.
It was clear from Edward's eagerness that he wanted them undone as quickly as possible, and he deftly unhooked each one. In a matter of seconds, the bodice gaped open as Edward reached the end of the row, then came apart entirely, the buttons vanquished.
Bella felt slightly amused by his overwhelming enthusiasm, as if he couldn't have gotten the buttons off fast enough for his liking. And Bella supposed that was probably fairly accurate- his ideal state for her would probably be abject nakedness at all times, with no pesky buttons to get in the way.
He pushed her chemise down over her arms, tossing it to the side.
Underneath, Bella wore a corset, which pushed her cleavage up so that it would fit the fashionable silhouette of her dress. Beneath that she wore a thin chemise trimmed with white lace, the lace having decorated the edge of her neckline under the bodice.
But Edward seemed to have no concern for the details of her garments.
He was entirely focused on her chest, reaching into her corset without a moment's hesitating, hoisting one breast out from its corseted enclosure.
Before Bella had time to realize what he was doing, he bent down, kissing the tip reverently before laving her nipple with a forceful lick.
Bella, having been taken quite aback by his movements, pulled herself back from him, trying to step back and disengage from this shocking act.
But Edward seemed to have anticipated her movement, for his hand was already waiting behind her waist, and when she stepped back into it, he simply used it to grip her into place, allowing him to lavish attention on her breast.
He nipped gently at the tip, then held it in his mouth, swirling his tongue at the nipple before releasing it with a loud 'pop' from his mouth.
He instantly moved to the other breast, repeating the process, and Bella felt the blush flood her face.
She had promised herself she would allow Edward his fun, but Bella couldn't deny that this was almost too much for her. She was beginning to feel that familiar hunger rising, that hunger which threatened to blot out all rational thought.
Edward pulled back, but he did not meet Bella's gaze. No, instead he stared, quite intensely, at her breasts, admiring his handiwork. Her nipples were now hard, pushing out into the cool night air, and they glistened with Edward's saliva, a slight redness in the areas that Edward had sucked.
Bella felt a rush of embarrassment at Edward's thorough perusal.
Once again, Edward was penetrating her, discovering her, and she was not able to do the same. He was staring at every inch of her, learning her form, and she was powerless to endure it.
This was the moment, the moment to tell him she didn't think they should continue. TO beg off because of "soreness".
"Edward," she said. "I don't think we should-"
In the next moment, Edward's mouth had latched onto her breast, startling Bella with a nip, then swirling around her nipple with a sensation that made Bella completely lose track of what she was saying.
She tugged at his hair, attempting to pull him up to meet her gaze, to talk to her- anything to get him to stop his wicked ministrations.
But it was no use. Even the most vigorous tug of Edward's locks seemed not to budge him at all, and he continued to take his time, lavishing attention on one breast at a time.
Just when Bella would find the words come back to her, would manage to gasp out his name, hoping to move his attention away from her chest, he would nip or kiss or lick in just the right spot, stealing her ability to speak yet again.
Before long, Bella gave up, and simply held herself still as Edward administered to her chest. She pushed against Edward's hand, but it was futile: his grip was firm, holding her in place as he worked away.
She found herself getting swept away on a wave of hunger, until she began undulating underneath him, arching herself up, trying to find some purchase, some relief, that Edward was so cruelly building.
Despite her attempts to keep herself sharp witted, she was getting lost in the sensation. Remembrance of the emotional distance she needed to keep was disappearing from her grasp as felt the hunger build to a burning level, demanding relief by whatever means necessary.
Just when Bella thought she might go insane with hunger, Edward finally dropped her breast from his mouth, and raised his head, looking her straight in the eyes.
"Are you still sore?"
Bella was taken aback by his question, temporarily relieved of her ability to speak, still lost in her lustful fog.
Edward's gaze was penetrating and searching, as if he wanted to suss out the truth from her expression. At the same time, he looked completely desperate, as if his very life hung on the answer to this question.
She recalled, in the back of her mind, the angry promise she had made to herself in the library. The pledge she had promised not to break, the plan for the night which she had gone over a million times and was certain was the best course of events.
Yet, none of those things would give her relief between her thighs. Relief for a pain which had nothing to do with soreness, and everything to do with a feeling of lack, with an unsatiated hunger that pulsed inside of her, demanding she seek relief in the only way she knew for certain would provide it.
She knew she would beat herself up for it later, rake herself over the coals.
But even still, Bella shook her head. "No," she said, her voice breathy and hungry.
"Good," he said.
Her crushed her to him, pulling her entire body against his length, so that her feet dangled several inches against the ground. He devoured her mouth with his, and his strong member pressed against her stomach. Bella was trapped against him, her arms pinned to her sides by Edward's arms which wrapped around her waist.
He moved towards the bed, each step loud and thundering against the wooden floors.
When he reached it, he slowly leant over, so that the back of Bella's knees touched the bed first, then the rest of her was lowered down, without Edward breaking the kiss.
He kissed her for several seconds, a searing, passionate joining which hinted at the desire that Edward was keeping tamped down, at bay, ready to be unleashed at any moment.
Finally, he pulled away, moving his body downward until his head was level with her breasts. He used one arm to prop himself up as he pulled one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping the tender, and now completely inflamed, flesh.
His free arm reached down, managing to catch the edge of Bella's skirts.
He pulled it up, so that the fabric pooled around Bella's middle, and in the next moment, Edward's hand was pressing against her core.
Bella gave a little jump, shocked at how quickly Edward was moving. Where yesterday he had been slow and steady, today he was moving at light speed.
Before she could protest, Edward had moved his lips back to hers, swallowing any entreaties Bella might have made.
His hand began moving in a quick, yet soft, circular motion, and Bella let out a gasp, which was absorbed into Edward's mouth.
She began to undulate underneath him, whether to get away from his hand or to aid in its motions, Bella did not know. All rational thought, all awareness of the pledge she had made to herself, had left her brain, and Bella felt as though she were a ball of feeling, of nerve endings, each of them being lit and slowly burned by Edward's fire.
As Bella arched her back up, she felt Edward's other hand come up to squeeze her breast, adding to the sensation. His hand movements were sloppier than usual, seemingly less in control, and Bella felt as though she could feel the restraint that Edward was using, as though he were quickly losing his reins on it.
In the next moment, Edward pulled back from her mouth. His hand left her core and her breast, and Edward rolled off of her, onto his back.
He reached down, and began unbuttoning his breeches.
Bella had a brief moment to marvel at the speed Edward was capable of for unbuttoning his breeches. She felt a flicker of amusement at his slowness the night before, and her brief wondering whether Edward was skilled in unbuttoning others' garments, but not his own.
Before she had time to process this thought, Edward had rolled back on top of her.
He reached down, taking hold of one of Bella's thighs, pushing it apart until her legs were wide open. Then he took his member in his hand, and in the next moment, aligned it with her core, so that he was pressing into her.
Bella was a bit shocked by the speed at which this was happening. Edward had been undoing his breeches, and the next thing she knew, he was pushing against her.
Her pledge to keep herself removed from him, to hold herself at bay, came back in a rush, and suddenly she felt unsure of joining with him. But before she could say or do anything, Edward was pressing his mouth to hers, in another searing kiss, his mouth in place to swallow up any concerns or final words.
In the next moment, Bella felt Edward sink forward, his member pressing against and then into her, and she let out a gasp which Edward's lips inhaled.
In contrast to his protracted motions from the night before, Edward entered Bella in one extended thrust.
In a matter of seconds, he went from being outside of her, to filling her entirely, to the root.
When he was all the way in, he pulled his mouth from hers, and let out a satisfied groan, not moving for a couple of seconds, his eyes closed, seemingly drinking in the sensation of being surrounded by her.
Bella felt the hunger return, and suddenly she wanted Edward to move. Her initial shyness was replaced with an urgent desire for Edward to begin his ministrations yet again, to do anything to satisfy the build she was feeling.
A few seconds after freezing, Edward granted this wish, thrusting into her.
He brought his head down, but did not kiss Bella's lips, instead lavishing attention on her neck, which he alternately, bit, kissed, and licked.
His hips powered away, and Bella was a bit surprised that this experience could be so different from the night before.
Whereas Edward had been slow and careful yesterday, each thrust seemingly done with a great deal of concern and caution, this joining was much more vigorous. Edward would pull himself out, almost entirely, then thrust back in, occasionally letting out a groan as he did so. His free hand, the one not being used to prop himself up, travelled to Bella's breasts, squeezing them and rolling the nipple gently.
Unlike some of the other times when Edward had ministered to her breasts, which had seemed like a study in provoking pleasure, this seemed to be for both Bella's and Edward's enjoyment, his hands delighting in the feel of her, alternately palming a breast then using his fingers to gently tug at her nipple.
It served to spike Bella's hunger, his deft hands pulling forth those sensations that made Bella feel like she would do anything to get some relief.
But they also seemed to awaken something in him, and his thrusts grew correspondingly more powerful, the feel of her breast in his hand enlivening him. His eyes dipped down to watch, staring fascinatedly as her bosom bounced in tune to their joining.
Even still, Edward pulled his hand away, moving it down her body and affixing it to her core. He began to move it in those same deliberate circles from earlier, very fast but also quite gentle, circling around the sensitive area.
At the motion, Bella arched up and let out a loud gasp, her hand delving into the bedsheets and clutching them, trying to find something solid to hold onto as her body surged with hunger.
At the sound of her gasp, Edward abandoned her neck and reared his head up, watching her face.
His hand moved steadily, and Edward kept up a steady speed of thrusts, circling his hips slightly right before he would pull back and out, then reenter.
Bella felt the hunger building, rising up in her. She had kept the memory of her pledge in the back of her mind, but when she closed her eyes, it was as though she were able to forget it.
As though she were able to forget that she was joining with Edward, potential destroyer of her heart, and wholly focus on the delicious sensations that were growing in her body.
She let out a low moan, absorbed in the moment and temporarily unworried of Edward's opinion of her, focused only on the building pleasure she felt down below.
"Do you," Edward said. "Remember." His voice paused with the motion of each thrust. "What I told you…. last night."
At the sound of Edward's voice, Bella was brought back to the moment, reminded of the stress she felt regarding their joining, of her determination to keep him shut out- if not physically, than emotionally.
She shook her head against the mattress, eyes squeezed tightly shut, willing Edward to stop talking so she could forget him yet again.
"Bella, look at me," Edward said, slowing his thrusting.
Bella kept her eyes squeezed, and she felt Edward's thrusts further slow, his hand moving off her core.
Bella paused, then squeezed one open, first meeting his gaze with that eye, then opening the next.
Edward resumed his motions instantly upon Bella's gaze meeting his, his eyes staring back at her, washing over her face than dropping down to her chest, watching avidly as her breasts bounced with his movements.
He looked back up at Bella, his eyes meeting with hers, his expression watchful.
Bella forced herself to remain looking at Edward, but her hunger had dropped back down, much to her chagrin. Everything she had done, the breaking of her plan, had been done for the express purpose of satisfying that hunger that, once awakened, seem to crawl madly at her stomach until it was granted relief.
Looking at Edward reminded her of the pain she had felt that day, the danger he posed to her heart, and the necessity of keeping her heart protected.
It was a reminder of the betrayal she had done to herself, by telling him she wasn't sore, and allowing his sinful ministrations to make her forget her pledge.
And yet- she still wanted that hunger fulfilled. She could feel it, still simmering under the surface, waiting to be accessed.
Edward seemed to sense her sudden change in mood. Though he kept his motions steady, he studied her avidly, as if trying to make out her thoughts, the very endeavor Bella was determined to prevent.
She wanted to connect with that hunger again, to forget about Edward and connect with the slow build that would lead to her release.
Unable to stop herself, she shut her eyes, squeezing them tightly shut in oder to block out the image of Edward as he loomed over.
As soon as he was gone from her vision, she felt the hunger resume, in the exact place she had lost it, just as potent and eager for fulfillment as it had been before.
But Edward's motions stopped right away, stopping the growing pleasure in its tracks. He lay still above her, half of his member inside of her, his hand resting motionless on top of her core.
Bella wriggled underneath him, trying to tempt him into resuming, or just find some kind of release herself, but there was nothing for it, with Edward not participating.
Gritting her teeth, Bella threw her eyes open in frustrating, fixing a gaze at Edward which was unmistakably annoyed.
And yet, Edward didn't seem to be bothered by the irritation directed at him.
He resumed his actions, moving just as smoothly as before. And he watched her intently, staring down at her, looking fascinated, his expression betraying a tinge of surprised amusement.
Bella forced herself to stare at Edward's eyes, desperate to regain her hunger and attain her fulfillment. Her eyes bore into his, staring grudgingly back at him, the irritation obvious beneath her flushed cheeks and lustful expression.
She was going to have her release- she was determined to, no matter what she had to do to attain it.
Though she was forced to keep her gaze on Edward, Bella worked on mentally removing herself. She had to keep her eyes open, but she worked on taking herself far away here, mentally, and focusing on the sensations she felt down below.
After some time, it seemed to work. She was able to locate her hunger, to grasp it yet again. Bella was delighted to find that she could still catch it, that it hadn't gone away from her, even if she was now forced to do mental gymnastics to access it.
Bella focused on the sensation, and she felt the hunger building. She forced herself to keep staring at Edward, but after a while it was as though she didn't really see him, as though she could look past him. She found herself forgetting that it was him, and she writhed wantonly underneath him, uncaring of how her breasts jiggled or her hair fanned out wildly around her head.
Finally, Bella felt it within reach. When she was absolutely, completely certain, that her pleasure was inevitable, she closed her eyes, removing the burden for mental effort.
Instantly, her pleasure hit her like a lightning bold. It shimmered down her whole body, lighting every nerve ending up with delicious sensation.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as the pleasure racked her, her head tilting back slightly into the pillows.
To Bella's relief and surprise, Edward did not stop his movements, despite her (rather vindictively) rebelling against his orders.
Slowly, Bella came down from her high. As she crashed back into her body, she became aware of the fact that she had just disobeyed Edward's quite specific command. Many reasonable men would be outraged by the offense, especially in such a reasonable setting.
Reluctantly, she forced herself to open her eyes. It wasn't something she particularly wanted to do, to be reminded of the man who was inside of her, the man she had sworn to herself to keep distance from.
But the quicker she opened them, the more it would seem like she got caught up in the moment, had temporarily forgotten herself. Rather than the truth, which was that she had purposefully shut her eyes in an attempt to shut Edward out.
Looking back up at him, Bella read his expression warily.
He looked calm, and intensely interested in studying Bella's expression. But there was also some tension in his gaze, a hint of displeasure that was unmistakable.
Even still, his movements remained steady and fluid, as though he had barely noticed her indiscretion.
Since it was clear that Bella had come down from her high, Edward pulled his hand away from her core, using it to prop himself up, so that was now braced on either side of her.
Edward straightened his back, staring down at Bella, his head topping hers due to their height difference.
His thrusts began increasing in both speed and intensity, with Edward plunging into her with enough force to send her breasts bouncing wildly with each motion.
His expression bore into hers, searching her face, occasionally dropping down and studying her breasts. Bella found she was too spent, too sated, from her own pleasure, to try to cover herself up or even feel a sense of embarrassment. Edward had already seen her, lost in the throes of pleasure. There was nothing left to hide- at least in the physical sense, from him. Not while he was still rooting around inside of her.
As Edward thrust into her, each movement done with another force to send his ballocks bouncing emphatically against her bum, Bella found there was something unmistakably… possessive, about his actions.
More than ever before when they had been together, Edward seemed to be trying to prove some kind of point. To claim her, almost. To prove to the world, to Bella, maybe even to himself- that she was his, and his alone.
Bella pushed this thought away, not wanting to deal with the emotional entanglements it implied. No, she would remember the man Edward truly was, the lothario who had bedded many women. And she wouldn't allow herself to be swept up in the emotion of the moment, as she had done the night before, an innocent virgin who was just another notch on Edward's belt.
So she stared up at him, trying to keep the defiance off her face, trying to keep expression placid and warm, so that Edward wouldn't be able to see the resentment behind it.
Edward's thrusts increased in intensity, and he lowered himself down to his elbows. He reached down, pulling Bella's leg upward to allow himself greater access.
Soon, he was pumping away like a mad man, his body a tempest of activity that made Bella aware of a returning soreness between her legs. But not as much soreness as she would have expected had she been absorbing the scene from a distance- the very thought of which made her blush.
With a few extra intense heaves into her, Edward pulled out of her and suddenly rolled onto his side, depositing a liquid onto the bedsheet, and calling Bella's name out as he did so.
Bella lay in shock, legs still askew, staring at the small pool that Edward had made, and wondering what on earth the liquid was. Her thoughts went back to the week before, and a dawning remembrance of the wetness she had felt between her legs when Edward had reached completion. He had told her…
Her thoughts were interrupted by a chuckle, and when she looked at Edward he had been watching her with a look of amusement, no doubt entertained by the horrified stare she was directing towards the puddle.
"Is that, that thing, you…" Bella searched for the word. "The wetness I felt, last week?"
Edward nodded. "Yes, that's what will get you pregnant, if I release it inside of you."
Bella felt panic fill her at the idea. She had always wanted children, but the idea of having a child with Edward now, when she was doing everything in her power to keep from getting emotional involved, was repugnant.
"Not to worry Bella," Edward said. "I don't want children right now. I want you all to myself for a little while."
Bella tried to plaster on a reassuring, calm smile. But from the edge in Edward's voice, the slight reproval, Bella was sure he had picked up on her aversion to the idea.
Bella was about to say something reassuring, to tell Edward that of course she wanted kids. Anything to salve his hurt expression.
Immediately upon thinking that, Bella reproached herself.
Just like last night, you lay down with him and suddenly you're in the palm of his hand, worried what he's thinking, hanging on every syllable in a way he'll never do for you.
Bella collected herself, clinging onto that thought. Without saying a word, she stood from the bed, the pulled back the covers, slipping inside. She pulled herself to the farthest edge of the bed, away from Edward.
Realizing that her actions could be construed as rude, she looked over her shoulder, to see and Edward who looked rather taken aback.
"Goodnight Edward," she said, before turning back around.
Edward didn't respond, and Bella felt the covers pull back, and Edward slip inside of them.
For a moment, Bella felt a surge of panic. Had she angered him? Did he realize what she was up to- how she was pushing him away? Was he upset with her?
In the next second, she felt Edward's hand slip around her waist. He tugged her back, and moved himself forward, until their bodies were aligned, his front pressed to her back along the length of their bodies.
Bella squirmed slightly, alarmed by the feel of Edward's now limp member, which still brushed gently against her backside, much too close for comfort.
There wasn't something overtly sexual about Edward's actions- instead, it seemed more like a comfort thing, a companionship thing, to lie against your partner in nakedness, without it turning into anything more.
And yet, that was exactly what Bella had been hoping to avoid. Despite the relaxed, languid feel of Edward's body, Bella kept hers completely rigid, as if primed for an attack.
As the minutes passed, Edward's breathing began to slow, before finally dropping into the stilted breath of someone lost in sleep.
But even still, Bella did not allow herself to relax. Instead, she went over all the hurt and pain she had felt today, imagining various scenarios in which Edward slept with beautiful noblewomen. Recalling the clear intimacy he had with Lady Wellington, and wondering which positions he had slept with her in, and how close it had been to her own joining with Edward.
Finally, having exhausted herself with thought, Bella fell into a fitful sleep.
But not before having resolved it in her mind- Edward could snuggle up to her as much as he wanted, but Bella would always remember the clear and present danger he posed to her heart. She may have to be near him, but she wouldn't allow herself to give in.
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I was nervous about posting this one. It's super lemony, I know!
I'm not sure if this one was over the line... do you like the lemons or was this too much?
