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His kiss still burned on her lips. Her skin still burned from his touch. She missed him so much.

Bella continued with her eyes closed. This submission was the opposite of what defined Edward. He never gave in...never even spoke. Still, the turnaround in his life made some kind of sense since he was going to therapy.

The problem was that Bella couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't going to last. This attitude, this whole thing... no. She was sure Edward meant what he was saying in this heady moment... there was no doubt about that. The hard part, though, was believing it was permanent. How could she do that if he couldn't yet define his feelings? She looked up and... grave mistake, he held her cheek, he was inches from her mouth, his minty, intoxicating breath leaving her stunned. He was magnificent, his powerful chest bare, his skin soft, his breath hitched by the strong beat of her heart. He stroked her cheek, licking his lips, almost as if he was already tasting her again on his tongue.

She removed her hand from his cheek and climbed out of bed. Edward paled to the point where he looked as if he had seen a dead body.

In the silence, the young woman did not say a word. She couldn't... her voice was gone. On slack, unsteady legs, she threw herself at the door, stumbling over the sprawling on the floor and then, her hands flapping around the knob until they gathered enough coordination to open. Stepping outside, she couldn't tell whether she had slammed the door shut or done it quietly. She had intended to go to the twins' room, but she couldn't get far. Barely a metre outside, she collapsed against the cold, smooth wall of the hallway.

She was panting. The constriction in her chest was getting worse, and suddenly her vision was replaced by distorted things and sounds faded to an annoying beeping. She was hyperventilating. Taking a deep breath, she tucked her head between her knees. In the back of her mind, she prayed for the hallway to remain empty. This wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to explain to Emmett, or worse, Rosalie.

"This is a disaster..."

"I swear there's nothing I regret more than wasting so much time... and if you don't want to be with me, I understand. I'll give up... I'll live with the consequences."

"No," she said aloud as if she needed convincing, "No..."

Putting her hands over her ears, she tried to breathe calmly, to think logically, to act wisely. She couldn't afford to go any deeper into this...

"Shit, even if you let me be with you one more time and never, ever, again for the sole reason of exacting revenge? I'll take it... I'll take you any way you want to let me."

"He doesn't love me," she hissed, "he's just lonely."

As her voice pierced through the fog enveloping her brain, she decided this had to stop. She had long ago lost her heart to this man; but to lose her soul as well?

O~O~O~O

Edward was stretched out as far as the confined space would allow, between the cold sheets on the floor, staring into the darkness at the ceiling he couldn't see. He would rather stay on the hard floor than spend another second in bed.

Was this horrible, contrite pain what Bella had felt for years? Like that night she'd made a candlelit dinner to celebrate their anniversary and he hadn't shown up until the early hours of the morning? Or maybe one of the many times she'd waited for him to accompany her to the clinic parties, and he'd never shown up? He was a jerk, he got what he deserved. Lesson more than learned, thank you very much, karma.

Raising his hand, he placed it over his beating heart just to make sure he still had one. Shit, karma really did have a way of giving you back what you've reaped, or showing you things you need to live for, to appreciate. Edward had spent too much time wrapped up in himself and his personal drama. A fucking mess so tangled that it had gone on for so long that Bella and the kids had been sucked right in, and now, it was too late.

Edward frowned as a flash of lightning illuminated the place, his head was spinning with everything he was going through. He had done everything, absolutely everything wrong from the beginning until this moment, breaking the rules that Leah had imposed for a reason. Bella was right to hate him, to fear him, because fucking hell, when had he ever stood by his wife? Did he really do anything for her besides hurt her? It was clear he hadn't, and it was also clear that there was nothing more to do, his time was up. His chest ached with the certainty, and he inadvertently rubbed the strange hollowness that burst through his chest, leaving him breathless. Bella was quite right to get out of that bed, she did the right thing by getting away from him. It was definitely time to start rethinking the idea of divorce, this wasn't fucking working for anyone, it was time for them both to move on, he needed to release her and face the consequences of everything he did to her over the years, she didn't deserve...

When the door opened, no sliver of light illuminated the place. Edward tensed in the expectation that someone had overheard their argument and come to kick him out, maybe Emmett, or maybe he'd woken one of the twins... When his eyes adjusted a little, he watched the slender figure slip inside, closing the door.

"Bella?"

The soft rustle of her bare feet walking across the wood was heard, and a second later she was leaning beside him on the floor, on the makeshift bed, sliding into the blankets with him. Edward didn't think twice and stretched his arms through the darkness with unerring precision, his hands finding the sides of his wife's neck without any difficulty. She said nothing. Neither did he. He was afraid that words might completely ruin this opportunity. Lifting his mouth, he pulled Bella down against him, and when those soft, full lips were within reach, she gasped hungrily.

When he'd been with Angela, and even before her, Edward had learned a thing or two, for sure, but there was one thing he'd never managed to learn. To take his time to enjoy a woman, not just with his body, but with his mind and soul. Maybe because he'd always known there was no way he could ever really be attached to anyone, so he kept his distance using his cold control.

But Bella changed all that. From the first moment, she had worked her way into his heart like a stake, and all he could do was wait for her to drain him. Accepting then that he would always be at her mercy, he threw himself into kissing her with an enthusiasm bordering on desperation and by some miracle, received it back.

O~O~O~O

As Bella wrapped Edward in her arms, her head was spinning. Everything was out of control, but she didn't want to slow things down in the slightest, didn't want to dwell on why she had returned. God, was it always going to be like this with him? She could remember lying awake at night staring at the ceiling, telling herself that when he came back from wherever he was, she wouldn't let him touch her again. But every time Edward assaulted her, Bella was like an addict being offered a good packet of the best drug. He was her personal brand of heroin.

Edward sat up for a second, pulling away from her mouth just to pull her shirt off, and immediately after, slid his hands to the back of her neck, just under her hair, tugging, urging her to follow the rhythm of his lips. Dizzy from all that bare skin, from all the plundering of her mouth, from his frantic hands, Bella began to gasp from the lack of air, the friction of their sexes increasing the heat between them and the urgency in their kisses. It was like going into a frenzy she couldn't get out of, surrounded by Edward's scent everywhere. Fast, everything was going so fast, there was too much need to make sense of where her hands were, or what she was rubbing against, too much skin to touch, too much hair to pull, too much...

"You're so beautiful, my Bella, I've always loved it when you sleep without a bra," he whispered, spreading kisses along her neck, stealing a moan of pleasure as he cupped her breasts with both hands. "What do you need, darling?" He moved his thumb over her erect nipple, though just enough to set her on fire, to show her that, unlike her, he knew what she needed.

"I don't know," she whispered, closing her eyes, unable to bear the intense stare, unable because she would become aware of what was happening.

"You do know, Bella. Show me how you want me to do it, I want to be whatever you need me to be." The words, barely audible, sent a surge of heat straight between her legs.

Bella bit her lip, squirming shamelessly under his caresses; Edward gasped, rewarding her action by deepening the kiss, as he slowly slid his hand down her abdomen, his fingertips resting just above her pubic bone, stroking gently, causing her to arch back into his touch.

"I can make you feel good, will you let me do that, baby?" He continued down until he reached the edge of her panties. "Let me touch you."

Knowing that for the first time he was really with her, and that he wasn't being this cold and distant being, it inflamed her and gave her courage. She didn't want to be that submissive woman all the time anymore, the one who was afraid to touch him for fear he would push her away, the one who took the leftovers of whatever he wanted to give her, let alone the one who lived in fear of the future. So, although nervous and with her lower lip between her teeth, she held his hand to guide it inside her panties, stealing a moan from both of them. Pleasure coursed through her veins, and liquid heat swirled inside her; the young woman held her breath as he made his way inside and slipped a finger between her folds.

-Shit, you're so wet. -Bella suddenly squirmed in embarrassment, but Edward replaced that feeling by sucking gently on her throat, adding another finger, and pushing deep. Damn, always so tight.

He hissed, jerking his hips against her bare leg, his heavy erection slapping against her thigh, before he did that sinful thing he always did with his fingers, stroking something inside that sent electric shocks of ecstasy through her pelvis, making her bite her lips to keep from screaming. Seconds later he was covering her breast with his mouth, titillating her nipple, his warm tongue circling and caressing. The combination of his fingers moving inside her and his mouth sucking on her breast was intoxicating.

She fisted the sheets in an attempt to hold herself up. She felt drunk with the sensation, almost overwhelmed, because this was all so much more than physical, but she wasn't going to delve into it, no, thank you very much. Bella closed her eyes, living in the here and now, allowing her body to be consumed with sensation, she clenched around his fingers as he pumped in and out, and when he pressed his thumb against her clit, a moan escaped her mouth, she knew she was lost. Victory and ecstasy sang through her body, writhing in a spiral of pleasure as she felt the orgasm crash into her senses, leaving her partially unconscious and without oxygen. She reached a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming, convulsing with pleasure again and again, almost to the point of unbearable.

Edward slowed his rhythm, stroking her languidly, and she still wasn't coming down from the whirlwind of sensation when she felt her husband grunt as he gently withdrew his fingers and began to stir, the surprise on her face must have alerted him because he rushed to lean into her to kiss her in a way that should surely be illegal. The hunger he felt for her he conveyed fully in that kiss, leaving her hot and breathless as he broke away to stare at her with burning green orbs.

"I'll do anything you need, Isabella. I swear."

The young woman gasped in a daze at those unexpected words and actions; as her mind raced with some kind of response, but Edward didn't wait for that, suddenly, he stepped out of the makeshift tent with steps as confident as his words, heading for the bathroom where seconds later the young woman heard the water running in the shower, and even if they were delaying it, they both had to recognise that victory came at a price.

Whatever it took.

Bella stretched before yawning, she didn't care now, she couldn't think, she wasn't going to worry. She was beyond exhausted, physically, and emotionally. She closed her eyes. Tomorrow, she suspected, both she and Edward would have to pay.

One metre - three feet

Contrite - feeling or showing sorrow and remorse for a sin or shortcoming

So... Hello! A chapter on Monday is a bit unusual, huh? Well, the thing is that tomorrow Tuesday I'll have the surgery to have my wisdom teeth removed and I don't know how I'll be so... yes. Today you'll have a chapter and maybe on Thursday we'll be back with the normal schedule, i don't know.

I'll read your comments anyway :D

Have a nice week!