Chapter 34

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Bella squealed with delight as they descended from the private plane. Six months ago, she would've never imaged leaving South Dakota, yet here she stood on the soil of England. She squeezed Micah's fingers as excitement flooded her. "Oh, my God! I think my heart is going to pound right out of my chest, and we haven't even left the airport."

Edward tucked a long finger into Bella's back pocket to keep her grounded. The woman looked like she was about to fly right out of her skin. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and as they climbed into the town car, his eagerness to please her motivated his efforts. Tapping the drive on the shoulder, Edward prompted him to tour London.

"Look, Micah, Buckingham Palace. It's so beautiful," Bella cried, sitting up in her seat as they pulled into the drive. She couldn't contain enjoyment as she hopped out of the car and stared in awe at the sight before her. Lifting her phone, Bella snapped several pictures of the estate and the gardens across the lawn. As some of the admiration dwindled, she turned toward Edward, Micah, and Charlie. "Come on, family picture."

She'd intended to snap a picture of her favorite people, yet Edward was having none of it. "Can't have a family picture with part of the family not in it. Get over here, woman."

Biting her lip as she met his gaze, she stumbled across the walk to him, laughing when he promptly asked a passerby to snap the picture. Of course, as soon as the woman realized who she was speaking to, she jumped at the opportunity. After snapping the photo, Edward requested she lift her cell as she brought up the camera. "Do you mind?"

Good-naturedly, Edward's head bobbed in agreement. "Sure." When Bella started to step away from the picture, however, Edward's fingers slipped into her back pocket, keeping her next to him. "Where do you think you're going? Micah … get over here."

Micah's gaze bounced from his dad to the lady. Finally, he stepped back in front of his mom, pride filling his chest as the lady snapped a picture. Liking this feeling of wonderment, he posed this time as she took another. When she would've put away her phone, several other occupants came forward, and with each new photo they took, Micah lifted his chin in different angles, making faces for some while managing a grin for others.

"I believe we have a future model on our hands," Edward laughed, finally having security break up the photoshoot. "Back to my family … sorry, folks."

For the next two hours, they leisurely explored the palace, Bella making sure to take tons of photos and even stopping for fans to address Edward on numerous occasions. While she in no way faulted him for his fame, a little annoyance started to protrude as they were distracted time and again on their outing.

Perhaps she was jet-lagged or maybe all the excitement surrounding their stroll, but Bella felt mildly exhausted as they climbed back into the Town Car. Bella leaned into Edward, resting her head against his shoulder. His scent was so irresistible she couldn't ignore it, nuzzling his shirt as her eyelids drooped. Feeling at peace with the world, she basked in the warmth his embrace provided. As her eyes opened and connected with his, awareness cracked and popped between them, and electricity zipped across her skin, raising gooseflesh on her arms.

She really wanted to kiss him at the moment, yet Micah's presence prevented her from fulfilling the desire. Edward didn't seem to have the same problem; however, his head dipping at an angle to block Micah's ever-curious stare. Bella choked on a moan as his lips played slowly over hers, drawing her deeper and deeper into the haze of passion consuming them. When his tongue skimmed her lower lip, she opened, winding her own around his. As a tingle rushed over her skin, she gulped down a whimper as his fingers slid into her hair, nipping his lips as need climbed between them.

Charlie's gaze danced between Micah and the couple seated across from him. Sternly, he cleared his throat, reminding them where they were. Bella's cheeks heated as Edward backed away, his hungry eyes never wavering, yet she was very aware of their audience. Her lashes fluttered as she looked away, focusing on her dad.

She was taken aback when Charlie helpfully offered them a chance for privacy. "Why don't we go find our hotel, get something to eat, and a few hours of rest? We can get back out … later. Maybe."

"Sounds like the best idea I've ever heard," Edward agreed, his hand clamping around Bella's hip, his fingertips digging into pliant flesh. Studying his son, he said, "What do you say? How about some lunch and a nap? We'll get out and explore more after we're rested."

Bella pretended not to notice when Charlie's eyebrows rose with Edward's mention of rest. "I could go for a nap about now. Think the time difference is going to leave me beat on this trip."

"Bella, it's noon here, which means it's only around seven o'clock back home," Charlie stated with a laugh. He wasn't an idiot; he noticed the friction between the couple across from them and decided to take pity. Of course, he wasn't looking forward to the aftermath. The type of chemistry these two shared … left Charlie rolling his eyes. "I think this is going to be quite a trip. You two should've just left Micah and me back in the states."

"Well, why do you think we brought you, Dad?"

"But I didn't want to stay in the states," Micah chimed in, looking between the grown-ups. "I want to stay with my parents. Always."

"Gee … thanks, pumpkin," Charlie said with a roll of his eyes before looking to Micah. "I'm sure the critter and I can find something to occupy our time."

Bella buried her flaming cheeks into Edward's shoulder. She never would've guessed referencing sex with her father, yet she would kiss him later for offering them the reprieve they needed.

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Anticipation thickened the air as Edward and Bella followed the bellhop into The Hilton London Hyde Park's presidential suite. Nervously, she bit her lips as the man settled the bags next to a plush couch, and as Edward slapped a tip in his hand, he hurried from the room. The second the door closed, Edward turned toward Bella with purpose in his gaze.

Just when he would've reached for her, she danced away with a flirty smile. Wasting no time, she snatched her bag, resting near a pea-green winged chair. "I need a minute to freshen up."

"Bella," Edward argued as she darted toward the bathroom. He made it to the door as it closed in his face, his forehead falling to the hardwood with a thud. "Princess, been waiting months to get my hands on you. Come out here and kiss Daddy."

He glared at the obstacle in his way as she laughed. "Have half a mind to rip this door off the hinges and drag your ass to the bed … give you that spanking I promised."

Bella's blood sang with need as she listened to the raw desire in his voice. Feeling as if she might combust, she unzipped the bag and retrieved her makeup from within. Thankfully, on one of her shopping excursions with Irene, she'd been mindful of Edward returning home. Slipping the silk nightie from the bag, she turned toward the mirror, saying, "Daddy, you've been waiting for months; another couple of minutes won't kill you."

"Wanna fucking bet?" He pouted, yet he turned away, scanning the room. "Call me daddy in there again, and that door is coming off the hinges."

Bella quickly undressed and washed from the day's travels. Feeling fresh, she hurriedly ran a razor down her armpits, removing the day's growth. Mildly appeased with the image she presented, Bella slipped the silk over her unclad body. Should she put the matching black thong on or leave it in the bag? She stumbled, nearly falling twice as she wrestled the panties up her legs, laughing at her stupidly when Edward's voice came through the door.

"Everything all right, princess?"

Swallowing her embarrassment, she murmured, "I'm good … be out in a minute."

She nearly jabbed herself in the eye with the liner she tried to apply, wanting to look perfect yet nervous as hell. The more she prepared, the higher her anxiety climbed, leaving her breathless and shaking.

Her hands were trembling so bad, she dropped the mascara, and it rolled across the floor. Cursing, she followed the path as it came to a stop a foot from the door. Just as she bent to retrieve it, Edward appeared in the doorway. Instantly, an animalistic sound tore from his throat as his gaze skated down her scantily clad form. "Fuck."

The air froze in Bella's throat as she slowly stood upright and all that harnessed energy Edward had reined in over the months came roaring to life. She watched Edward intently; her lips parting as he came to stand in front of her; the heat in his eyes causing her to quiver. She might appear ridiculous, but she hadn't had sex since high school.

That first time, while it had been sweet and full of passion, there had been a small measure of pain. Frankly, she had no idea what to expect. Of course, if she were going by the hunger radiating from Edward, this would be nothing at all like high school. The man that stood before her now knew precisely what he wanted and how to get it. Yet she was still the bumbling fool she'd been years ago, with no real clue as to how to please him.

Despite her insecurities, she boldly lifted her chin. No matter how inadequate she felt, there was no way she was going to let him see it. Concealing her initial anxiety, Bella prayed for guidance as her hand came up to encircle his neck. With a slight tug of her fingertips, Edward's mouth came within a centimeter of hers, and now, as anticipation clawed through Bella, she bit her lip.

Edward's finger trailed up her smooth skin, the corner of his mouth twitching as he withheld a smile. He could feel her reaction to his touch, saw her sway involuntarily toward him, her chin lifting—still, a fraction of space-separated their lips.

This kiss was the most important one they would ever share. This kiss was unlike any they'd shared up to this point. This kiss was leading to a future. The significance of this kiss was not lost on Bella, nor Edward, both wanting this moment … this anticipation to last forever. So for a space in time, they waited, relished, craved, and memorized the undeniable bond they'd shared since that first happenstance meeting in class. Time stood still; their breaths mingling, hearts pounding, their chest lifting in rapid succession.

"You are so fucking beautiful, princess," Edward whispered, tucking a curl behind her ear; he let his finger slip along her jaw, reveling in the softness of her skin. "Could stare at you forever …"

Unbidden, Bella felt a tear slid down her cheek. He was so close; she could feel his lips skim over hers as he spoke. "Please, Edward, I've been waiting a long time for this. Just kiss me …"

Edward absorbed every inch of Bella's delicate features, tracing over the curve of her nose, following the line of her lips. He committed every smell, sound, and sweetness of Bella to memory. When he didn't think his heart could take anymore, his lips brushed over hers, dancing and playing until she opened for him.

Bella whimpered as his arms closed around her waist and pulled her against him. Her nipples turned to hard points as they grazed the soft hair covering Edward's pecs. Each time his tongue dove deep, the intensity increased, encouraging her to enjoy the moment. Eagerly, her arms wound around his neck, her fingers diving into his hair, fisting and releasing. Impatiently, she shoved at his shirt, wanting the warm skin beneath.

Edward panted as he broke the kiss and ripped off his shirt. Reaching for her, his lips trailed a path down to the pulse beating in her neck. His growl filled the bathroom, echoing through the tiny space as he licked and sucked the tender skin there. Bella's fingernails bit into taut muscle, and Edward found the hem of her nightie. "As beautiful as you are in this, babe … fuck. I need to feel you against me."

"So, take it off," she murmured, her fingers feathering down his pecs to those rock-hard abs. "You are so sexy, Edward. I … I just … I just will never get enough of you."

All pretenses went straight out the window. In one fluid motion, Edward pulled the lingerie free, leaving Bella utterly bare besides her panties. His nostrils flared, and his lip curled, baring his teeth as hunger broke through his control. She backed away from his approach, coming in contact with the wall, yet Edward didn't stop there, pressing his hard length against hers. Without hesitation, his fingers delved into her panties as his mouth crushed down on hers.

Bella's legs parted, making room for his hand, mewing as he kissed the slope of her neck, two long fingers thrusting deep into her. Scratching sinewy muscle, she cried out when his hot mouth closed around her breast, her eyes rolling as his fingers nudged the spot in her channel. "Oh … you feel so good."

"Having a hard time slowing down, princess," Edward groaned, ripping at his fly. The button popped open, and he pushed down his zipper. "I need you on my cock, babe, so fucking bad. I promise … promise … next time."

The passion and desperation oozing from Edward's pores were an aphrodisiac. With a grin, she helped him with his pants. Short, puffy breaths coasted on Bella's bare shoulder as his forehead came down to rest on hers. "Condom … do you want me to …"

"Edward, stop stalling and just …" That's as far as she got before he lifted her in his arms and braced her weight between himself and the wall. Her arms went around his neck as her legs automatically wrapped around his waist, groaning when his hands slipped up her thighs to cup her buttocks. Greedily, she bent down and kissed him, tasting his masculine musk, relishing the salt on his skin. Sucking the lobe of his ear into her mouth, she told him with conviction. "I want you to fuck me, Edward. I don't even want to remember my own name… Just want to feel …"

Edward hissed when her teeth sunk into the chords of his neck, the vein in his forehead strained, his fingers gliding over her core. Effortlessly, he tore her panties, letting the strips of fabric fall at their feet. Insatiable need slammed through him as his finger slid into her core, his teeth nipping at the pebbled tip of her breast.

Bella's head fell back against the wall, shivers coursing down her spine as Edward's thumb strummed against her clit. Breathlessly, she met his gaze, astonished by the fire emanating from his golden depths. "I swear, you play my body as well as that guitar. One person shouldn't have so many talents … and be so fucking sexy."

Hungrily, his mouth landed demandingly over hers, nipping and sucking, his tongue probing. "Princess, I'm just getting started." Growling, his hand rocked against her pelvis. His cock pulsed with eagerness, the tip saluting the dripping folds a few inches away from where he needed her. Starving for the feel of her wet channel, he thrust his hips gently, letting the crown graze her moisture, all the while sampling her skin. "Damn, Princess, feel so fucking good." He hovered between worlds. "Wanna fuck you so bad, but shit … don't want this feeling to end."

The raspy sound of her breathing filled the space between them as her fingers combed through his hair; shaking her head in the negative, she whispered, "I don't think these feelings will ever end … They've always been there … even when I-I was pissed at you."

Edward grinned at that, immediately adding a second finger to her tight center. "You're so fucking tight. I don't wanna hurt you … shit. Princess, you squeeze my fingers, pussy dripping with need … fuck."

She moaned next to his ear, her hips wiggling, wanting more. The thrill of his words added to the pleasure he created. Bella flicked her tongue against the lobe, and she murmured, "Talk dirty to me, Daddy."

"Oh, my fucking …" Edward gulped as sensation after sensation undulated in thick currents. He was filled with this wicked energy, and he had no desire to harness it. He nearly drooled; his lips a breath from hers. "You want me to tell you how good this pussy is? How I've been waiting to fuck you for months, feel these warm muscles clamp around my cock, and suck me dry? You wanna hear how I love sticking my tongue deep into it?"

As she spoke, the tempo of his fingers increased. Bella's fingernails, digging deep, her hips rotating, wanting him deeper. "Please, Edward … I need you so bad."

"This?" He wanted to know, removing his fingers to nudge her tight passage with his cock. Widening his legs, he braced her weight as he eagerly pushed into her, stopping when she closed around the tip of his cock. Growling, he nuzzled her neck, grazing tender flesh with sharp teeth, saying, "Want this cock in that tight pussy?"

"Yes," Bella agreed, thrusting her hips, trying to take more of him. His length stretched and filled her inch by incredible inch, leaving her humming with pleasure. She'd never experienced this type of satisfaction coupled with greedy desperation. Her thighs tightened around his waist, and her arms latched around his neck; using his form, she lifted her hips and slid back down. "Oh shit … deeper … I want you deeper, please."

Edward teetered on the edge of sanity. He had no desire to hurt her, and being a large man, he'd attempted to let her adjust to his size. Bella was having none of it, however, and with every wiggle of her hips, his control slipped further away. Kneading her buttocks, he released a long sigh, "You want all of me, princess?"

"Ohhhh, yes," she whimpered as he moved deeper, causing her to squirm. "More … want more."

"Greedy," Edward laughed with a groan. "Hold on tight, Princess. You want to be pounded… far be it from me …"

"Shut up, Edward and …"

Suddenly, a whirlwind exploded around Bella, his broad hands cupping her buttocks as he pushed all the way into her. He didn't even pause, immediately withdrawing to slide back inside. With each thrust of his hips, he moved faster, leaving Bella a wilting mess against the wall. His fingertips turned bruising as he dictated the movement of her hips to match his rhythm. Bella momentarily surrendered to Edward's demand, entirely enraptured by the power he exuded over her senses. When his lips locked on hers, however, new life … new conviction flowed. As much as he wanted to make her his … well, she wanted to claim him as well.

Bracing her weight against him, she rode him with empowerment, smiling when his roar echoed from the walls. She was only vaguely aware of Edward carrying her moving form toward the bedroom, only coming back to reality when her back came to lie against the cool sheets. He was about to hook an arm under her leg and take control, yet Bella had other ideas.

Shoving impatiently at his chest, she grinned when he broke free, rolling to his back. Aggravated by the loss, she eagerly climbed astride, straddling his lap. Her back arched as he filled her, his hands sliding over her breasts, tweaking the tips before settling around her waist. As his thumb played over her clit, she ground down on his cock, experimentally rotating her hips. Bella lifted when Edward growled, baring his teeth before sliding back down, crying out at the new angle. Her fingernails dug into his pecs as she moved over him.

Edward couldn't get enough of touching her, and given their current position, she was too far away. His hand cupped her cheek, urging her down to meet his kiss. When she came to lay over him, he gripped her hips, rapidly pounding into her. "So, fucking beautiful … never get enough … so hot and tight." Touching every inch, he could reach, Edward rolled his hips, meeting hers, thrusting and grinding, leaving them both throbbing and achy. As his cock swelled, his chest rumbled. "You going to cum for me, Princess. I can feel you pulsing against my cock … I want you to cum for me, Bella."

Bella willingly relinquished control as he flipped her to her back. The first stings of release started building as he rose over her, thrusting faster and deeper. Gasping for breath, she bit into his shoulder and her free leg wrapped over his hip, taking him even deeper. Suddenly, the crown of his cock grazed the special spot inside. "Ooooh … r-right there. More … so close. Fuck me, Edward."

Harsh breathing and wet slapping skin filled the room as Edward worked to create the magic that'd carry them both away. He kissed the slope of her neck, sucking hard at the pulse, as their muscles strained, seeking, searching for the ultimate release. As his balls drew tight, his pace became erratic, slamming into her with force. "Cum … Princess, cum, or … ahhhh."

Just as Edward exploded deep inside her honeyed depths, he felt her inner walls clamp around him, and he thrust with wild abandon. "Yeah … like that … fuck, yes … never … fuck."

Bella followed the bright spots floating before her gaze as she withered under his powerful form. Clawing and gasping, she shot for the heavens, her blood singing as she floated on a cloud of bliss. Her entire being hummed with the release, and she buried her face into the warmth of Edward's neck as she hugged him to her. "I do believe I love you, Edward Cullen."

"Good thing," he laughed; coming back to earth, he kissed her cheek. "Ain't letting you go, Bella Swan. We might not even be able to get out of this bed."

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