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"So... she didn't tell you she had things to do?"
Edward smiled, shaking his head in negation. Sometimes Angela would forget to tell him that they couldn't see each other. Medicine classes always had her on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and the poor thing didn't have the brains to remember that she had agreed to have breakfast with her boyfriend, who had skipped tax class so he could visit her at her school.
"Well…I haven't had breakfast either. Do you want me to join you?" asked Bella.
"I'd love that, of course, if it doesn't take up too much of your time. I understand you must be stressed with final assignments and..." She waved her hand, interrupting him.
"We're humans, and I need to eat. What better way to do it than with you rather than alone?" She smiled, sitting down at their desk. "And tell me, how are the classes going in your career? Finances are so complicated for me that...
"I can assure you that is so much easier than any of your subjects."
"I doubt it, only someone as obviously clever as you would endure the torture of maths mixed with accounting."
Edward stared at her, was he misunderstanding her or was she giving him strange compliments? She blushed, concentrating now on the menu. Bella was an exquisite girl with incredibly big brown eyes, her soft and light nature was a contrast to Angela's, adventurous and daring. She was very pretty, but not his type. Edward sighed looking towards the door, he still hoped that his girlfriend would be able to find them at some point during breakfast.
Edward woke with a start, he hadn't wanted to go to sleep at any point but given his constant nightmares in the form of flashbacks, it was impossible for him to get a good night's rest at any point during the night. So he spent his energy at work, at the gym, or at a bar... Now, however, he lay down next to Sam, drifting off to sleep helplessly. He glanced at the clock before standing up, suddenly furious at the memory that his wife still wasn't home.
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Isabella skidded into the house, hurrying up the steps. Her heart was pumping, her nerves still on edge from Kate, her colleague, mentioning her husband and son's appearance at the hospital, telling her that Sam had split his chin open, apparently slipping off a swing, and even required stitches. Entering the room, she stood in the doorway as she saw her son lying on the bed, his chin wearing that huge patch. Bella gritted her teeth, appealing to her prudent side rather than that of the worried mum who wanted to burst into tears, she removed it so she could examine him, he was fine, but still...
"He is fine. He's asleep now."
Bella scared at the deep voice coming from behind her, and then, she forgot to even breathe as she looked into Edward's eyes, they were dark, lifeless, but he was beautiful even so angry. She tucked the boy in tightly, settling the bandage in place and carefully left the room. The last thing he wanted was to wake Sam because of her fights with Edward.
"You should have looked for me, I would have wanted to take care of him." She muttered, closing the door behind her.
"I tried to alert you, but since you were too busy with James, I told your colleague to do it."
"Edward. I…I wasn't having fun or something…" Too late she realised that Edward had cornered her against the door as if she were prey, he moved even closer to her, placing both hands on the sides of her head.
"Weren't you supposed to be on an operation?" His minty, intoxicating breath disturbed her whole body, and she shifted uncomfortably, trying to escape from the cage of his arms.
"Since when do you care what I do or don't do? You had never gone to the hospital before." She said, hating that her voice wasn't as louder than what she expected.
Edward didn't answer her, his eyes locked on her lips, and when he leaned down to kiss her, Bella had to make a superhuman effort not to reciprocate. She missed him. God, she really missed him! But she was still annoyed anyway, so she moved her face, so he couldn't kiss her. He didn't seem to mind the gesture, as he slid his nose against her neck, sucking hard as if he wanted to get her into his system.
"You know very well that I care about everything you do." His raspy voice shot a current up her spine, which ended up lodged directly in her belly. Bella bit her lip, inwardly cursing herself for wishing it were true.
"Don't lie, Edward. For you is like we don't exist." She whispered, swallowing the stupid lump building in her throat. He slid his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging gently to force her to face him.
"Is anything you need?" He asked between clenched teeth.
"No." She stammered defeatedly.
No, in fact, she wasn't in need of anything. He had given her everything he had promised, fulfilling everything he had said all those years ago, including not loving her. They both stood still, looking at each other. Chocolate melted in cold green orbs. Bella's lips stung with desire, she even unconsciously licked them. Edward caught the movement, his eyes darkening for a second before he pulled her roughly to his chest, giving her no option to refuse his lips.
And although she initially pushed him, trying to resist, to be perfectly honest, her clumsy attempts at reticence left a lot to be desired. It was always the same, from the very moment she had met him, nothing had changed.
The intoxicating taste of her husband ignited her every nerve ending, making her lose consciousness, making her fall into that pit of lust she was never able to get out of. Edward began to unbutton her shirt, kissing her with urgency, with desperation, but also with the never-missing hint of fury. She knew that, even at this point, he still hated her and wanted her in equal measure.
The young woman gasped at his touch, she shouldn't have gotten used to it, but over the years at least her body had, and she hated the way she reacted to him. Every time her husband came near, Bella felt like a fuse, he was the fire that consumed her quickly. Her nipples tightened at the touch of long fingers that gave her a sweet, taut ache, and she couldn't help but moan when he leaned down, removing her bra, so he could taste the tender flesh with his tongue.
"No." She moaned. "We…we're in the corridor, Sam may wake up..." Without strength, she put her hands up to her husband's broad chest and tried to push him down again.
Edward let out a hoarse growl as he pulled up her uniform skirt.
"It has to be right now." He bit her shoulder, stealing her a gasp. "It has to be here, I can't wait." His voice laboured from the excitement managed to make her wet, Bella wanted it too, here, all the time, at all hours. She wanted him more than she could admit, more than she could stand. "Damn, Isabella, you're so wet for me." He said, gently rubbing her clit through her panties. "Just for me."
His thumb began a dance on her sensitive mound, making her sweat expectantly, the prominent beard scratching deliciously at her skin when he trailed ardent kisses down her neck. The young woman could no longer think, nor did she want to. The frantic movements of her husband's fingers pushed her into the void, making her forget. Bella moaned in a sea of pleasure, but Edward immediately silenced her with his lips, while her body became liquid and languid. She hadn't even fully recovered when he lifted her up with ease, a product of all the hours spent in the gym. Instinctively Bella wrapped her weak legs around him before burying her fingers in his silky, coppery hair, loving the feel of him like this.
"What are you doing to me?" Edward asked, his eyes vulnerable for only a second before he filled her with a deep, single thrust.
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The purity with which Bella touched him showed him that she was oblivious to everything she could stir in him. Always with that innocent, inexperienced way of behaving that drove him crazy, arousing him to levels he couldn't yet comprehend.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, moaning so loudly, he had to reach for her mouth again to silence her, not that that slowed the frantic back-and-forth he had imposed. Isabella awakened a raging hunger in him, a possessive yet protective instinct. Somehow, without realising it, he and his wife had formed a destructive circle. He would push her to the limit, make her suffer as in her unconscious innocence she made him suffer... Bella tugged pleasurably at his hair, pulling him into her mouth to deepen the kiss, if that was even possible, her fingers in his hair felt like a balm.
There, sunk in devastating sensations, he thought he had always loved this about his wife. No matter how many times they were together, each encounter felt like the first time, and though he would never tell her, he adored her moans, her expressions, the way she clung to him as if her life depended on it. Bella tensed around him, a new orgasm shaking her hard, her surrender and passion taking him by surprise, her tight sex gripping him like a clenched fist, it began to sweep over him like a huge wave, making him lose control.
Edward was methodical, first and foremost he controlled unexpected situations because after all, that was his profession. He hated not being in control and yet here he was, buried deep inside his wife, both inside her and on her neck, somehow wanting to melt into her as he allowed himself to be swept away by his passion. She had already stolen a life he loved, what difference did it make if she stole anything else? So he found himself giving in to the pleasure of cumming together, shuddering in her small arms. Minutes later, hours, he couldn't tell, Bella pushed him away, signalling that she wanted to get back on the floor, and most likely leave.
"Not yet." he croaked, holding her hips a little roughly. "I need you a little longer.
"Why?" She whispered breathlessly; eyes closed.
That was a very good question. Why if he didn't love her? Because he desired her, that had to be all. He desired her so much that makes him lose control. He desired her so badly that it hurt.
"Because you're my wife." He looked at the delicate and rosy face of his wife. Her eyes closed, her hair dishevelled, tears streaming down her face. "Am I hurting you?"
She shook her head, but it was clear what was going through her mind.
"Not the way you think."
In this chapter, there's a clue of what happened between them… Can you guess what happened? I wanna read your theories!
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