BPOV

This was it. Our honeymoon. I looked outside to where Edward was standing in the ocean, the water coming up to his waist. I managed to glance away from him just enough to notice that his clothes were hung up on a tree by the shore.

I took a deep breath. It's okay. It's just Edward. I thought to myself before immediately letting out a snort as though the phrase just Edward wasn't the biggest oxymoron I'd ever thought. I gripped the towel around myself a little tighter and then headed out to meet my new husband.

The sand was warm against my feet as the cool, night air surrounded me. I hung the fluffy white towel up with Edward's clothes and then stepped into the water. It was so warm, like an inviting bath. It was such a contrast to the cold, choppy water of the Northwest Pacific. I slowly waded out to meet up with Edward, his beautiful form silhouetted in the moonlight.

"Lovely night," I said quietly, gazing up at all the stars.

"It is," he said, staring down at me with a smile. Then, he grabbed my hand and we walked further out.

Once the water went up to my shoulder, Edward grabbed hold of me, pulling me closer to him as he scooped me up into his strong embrace. I leaned my head back to kiss him, hesitantly. In spite of our plans for the night, I still didn't want to push him, to risk overwhelming him. I didn't want him to feel like he had to stop. He cradled my head in his right hand as he supported my weight by squeezing me to him with his left hand on my lower back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, following his lead as my lips formed to his, my body melding to his in kind.

"Bella," he gasped as he pulled away slightly. He moved his lips down my jaw and to my neck before I had the chance to protest. A gasp escaped my lips as I felt his cold tongue dart out and touch the skin of my neck before he resumed kissing me, making his way back to my mouth. This time he acted with more fervor, although the kisses were still sweet and restrained. My mind was drifting, unable to think a single coherent thought beyond a constant chant of Edward. Edward. Edward. I was still trying to be good, but I was having the hardest time figuring out why as my hands drifted from his shoulders to his hair, pulling fistfuls of his bronze mane as I tried to pull myself impossibly closer.

He pulled away again, slightly. "Bella," he said breathily in a volume just above a whisper. I swooned at the sound of my name on his lips being said in such a way. "Bella, do you want to take this upstairs?"

I was still at a loss for words so I simply nodded as I bit my lower lip. He scooped me up and carried me bridal style out of the water, across the small beach, and back to the house. He laid me down in the large, white bed. We were still wet from the water but neither of us cared as we continued to explore each other's mouths. He positioned himself over me, placing none of his weight on me, and continued to kiss me with the same restrained movements that I'd grown so used to. Then his hands started to explore.

They'd started up by my shoulders and then his right hand slowly made its way down my side, exploring my arm, my ribcage, my waist, and then settling on my hip before making the same trip in reverse. Much to my dismay, this exploration didn't veer close to the parts of me that were screaming for his touch.

"Ed-ward," I gasped. "Please. Touch me."

His eyes darkened, the liquid topaz becoming harder in a way that I hadn't seen since the night of my eighteenth birthday when he was trying to ignore the scent of my blood. It was a look that sent shivers of pleasure up my spine. After a couple of seconds, I uttered another quiet, breathy "please" as I looked directly into those dark, golden eyes. They hardened a fraction more and then he ducked his head down, his hands becoming a controlled frenzy. The left hand moved up to my head, the fingers tangling into my hair. The right hand continued its exploration of my body but gave my breasts some attention. He massaged my left breast in a way that sent a jolt directly to my center and caused a wordless moan to escape my lips. His kisses came more in a frenzy. The undercurrent of control was still there, I could still feel him holding back, but I could also feel the need there too. It matched the need that came through in mine as I hungrily tried to devour his lips.

He pulled away slightly again and whispered against my lips, "Promise you'll tell me if I hurt you. At any point." His eyes were pleading, still hungry and dark but now with a hint of desperation in them as well. "You're sure you want this?" he asked.

At first all I could manage was a quick nod until I whimpered out a quick "yes." At that his hand that had been giving so much welcome attention to my breast started to move south. He slipped a finger into my wet folds, spreading the juices around before circling my bundle of nerves and then making its way inside me.

"Ungh! Ed-ward!" I moaned at the sensation. His finger began to delicately pump in and out of me, soon joined by a second and then a third. My moans escaping my lips and my breaths coming in gasps in time with them. My hands had released his hair at this point and were scraping along his back, trying to grasp onto something to keep me grounded to Earth. I was slowly coming undone at the seams as his fingers were causing the pressure inside me to build.

"Oh God! Oh God! Ed-ward!" I shouted as I came completely undone, my entire body shuddering. I could feel my muscles clamping down on his fingers, the juices spilling out. I looked up at him and saw that same, fierce hunger in his eyes. His jaw was clenched.

"Edward. I need you inside me. Now."

A jet of air escaped through his nose as he closed his eyes for just a second. He placed one more desperate kiss onto my mouth and then looked deep into my eyes. "You're sure? We don't have to," he said softly in almost a whisper. I reached down to touch him but before I could his left hand snatched my wrist and held it down.

"Okay. I need you to hold still for a moment."

"Okay," I said, trying to do exactly as he said despite every nerve in my body screaming for more.

He took a deep breath and then lined himself up with me. He gently pushed himself in, gradually filling me up. There was so much of him, and despite how good it felt, it also kind of hurt as I felt myself stretch to accommodate him.

"Is everything okay?" he quickly asked, probably noticing the slight wince on my face.

"Yes. Just, give me a second?" He nodded as I worked on adjusting to this feeling. "Okay. I think I'm good. Just...go kind of slow?"

He nodded and then resumed his motion until our hips were flush against each other. Then, he pulled slowly pulled back and pushed slowly back in. He continued doing that for a few more thrusts and any hint of pain I'd been feeling was long forgotten.

"That feels soo good. More. Please. Edward. More. I'm ready. Harder. Faster." My words came out in a jumbled stream of consciousness but it was the best I could manage.

He grunted as he picked up the pace slightly, moving his hips in the same motion in a slightly faster rhythm. My body was singing as my moans escaped loud and shaky. He was propped up on one arm while the other held my leg up by his hip, my other leg doing the same. I fought the urge to wrap them around his hips, to pull myself more into him, not wanting to do anything that would make him think he might lose control. Instead, I just focused on the sensations and the pure euphoria they brought.

The pressure was building again, causing my moans to increase in volume. "Edward! I'm-I'm getting close." He exhaled roughly and then grunted as his response as he continued his controlled but deliciously wonderful rhythm of his body against mine. My body began to quiver again, my moans becoming less intelligible, and eventually I could feel my walls clamping down on Edward. As I was peaking, I could feel him start to quiver inside me and that's what caused me to come crashing down. He pressed in with a few more thrusts and then I heard him roar as his entire body shuddered.

He collapsed on the bed next to me. My body still quivered as every single fiber of my being felt ignited with delight. I rolled over towards Edward and kissed him lightly on the cheek before I curled up next to him.

"That was wonderful Edward," I murmured as I felt my mind drifting, completely blissed out. Until a couple of minutes later. What had been the place where I was feeling every pleasure was starting to burn. I rubbed my legs together as a whimper escaped from my lips.

"What's wrong love?" Edward asked suddenly and urgently.

"It hurts!"

"What? What hurts? What happened?" he asked with great alarm, pulling away from me and sitting up to get a better look at me.

"It's burning! Something happened and now it's burning!" I shouted, the agony between my legs building. Edward froze and looked down to between my legs. He sniffed deeply and then his eyes widened. Suddenly, he was gone from the bed and less than a minute later I heard him talking.

"We just- And I can smell blood. And she says she feels a burning sensation." He was silent for a moment as my whimpers became closer to screams.

"No we didn't...Oh no." And suddenly he was back by my side.

"Bella. Bella, I'm so sorry. There must have been some tearing or something and my venom must have mixed in. I'm so so sorry that I didn't think about this. But I think the change is starting now. I'm so, so sorry. I'm going to bite you now to make it happen faster."

"Edward," I whimpered. "It's okay but it hurts. Please," I said, trying to get him to let go of some of his guilt but the flames were starting to consume me starting in the most sensitive areas.

I felt a cool relief briefly and then more pain at my neck. Then again at each of my wrists. And then once more at my ankles and finally at my chest, right over my heart.

And then I burned.