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At Edward's words, Bella's heart hammered against any remaining reluctance. Now this man, her husband, had finally committed himself to her, leaving her past behind and making her his future. She was also certain that no one would make her feel as he did, and as her heartbeat became irregular and left her exposed, she accepted her surrender. Sure, she would always be an independent woman, but this bond with him seemed natural, respectful, right... and it was so seductive.

And speaking of seductions, Edward concentrated his kisses on her throat, each one moving a fraction of an inch lower, causing desire to shoot through her, growing more and more out of control with each passing second. Yet Edward still wasn't touching her where she needed to be touched. He was pouring emotion with every slow caress, with every passionate kiss, with every sweet, reverent loving word he whispered against her skin, "You're so beautiful." "So incredible." "You are mine." And then he knew he had been wrong before, for he had never taken her or marked her as he was doing now, even if she had not a scratch, bite, or pain afterward, Edward was now leaving his indelible mark on her mind and heart.

"Edward, please," she pleaded wiggling against his heavy erection, his low, husky laugh stealing a shiver.

"This is the worst date ever, do you realize, we were supposed to do things slowly?" he murmured against her breasts.

"I don't want that, we'll have other dates, I promise, now I'm really impatient." Edward made her hair into a fist before launching into a passionate kiss.

"Then, I don't want to make you angry." His muscles flexed as he settled over her, covering her, placing the tip of his cock at her entrance. Still maintaining eye contact, he slid inside her with a gentle thrust. "I adore you, Bella," he said in a breathy moan.

Bella closed her eyes feeling stretched to the max, as always happened to her when her husband sank inside her, a smile formed on her mouth as she felt him move his hips slowly. Pushing so damned slow, how did he have such control? She was already aroused enough to want things to move almost wildly, she didn't need that prior time to get used to his size, she could handle it, now she needed it all... She moaned arching up, clawing at his back, she was going to make Edward lose control.

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Lifting her legs, Bella wrapped them around his waist, hanging fiercely on him and drawing him even closer, threatening to make him lose control. Edward wanted her, and he really wanted to make things right and better, but she wasn't making it easy for him as long as she kept moving in that wild way. With a grunt he accelerated the rhythm, the hot friction sending spasms of ecstasy throughout his body... shit, he was going to cum. Bella gasped, clenching around him, nails on his shoulders leaving possible marks, urging him to lunge faster. His whole body rippled over her, every muscle taut, the tendons in his neck standing out crudely.

Bella's eyes were closed, her lower lip caught between her teeth, a blush covering her skin... was so fucking tight as she moved inside him. The young woman gasped at the storm of sensations, the heat between them, the raw, almost animalistic lust. Edward leaned down and nibbled at her throat, his heart pounding violently, breathing raggedly. He stood above her with his arms outstretched so he could see her expression, see the movement of her body, and get a view of the exact spot where they joined. But every time he looked down; her release came closer. The graphic vision made him burn and quicken more than he thought possible.

"Bella," he said hoarsely. "Damn it, I'm close... too soon." He braked, rolling his hips instead of pushing.

Her hand came up to massage the back of his neck before sliding through his hair. With a groan, he guided his head down until his mouth met hers. It was so sweet, not just her taste, but her. There was something so pure about her that made him feel clean, awakening in him the need to protect her from anything.

"More..." she gasped against his lips, "go faster, please. -She lifted her hips, taking him deep, and his control broke.

Towering over her, he grabbed the headboard of the bed and thrust so hard that he even feared he might break it or hurt her, but when he looked down, he was met with her passionate, love-filled chocolate orbs. I adore you. I need you. He felt Bella's orgasm, her inner muscles clenching and rippling around his cock, her hands flew to his hair pulling hard, sending him straight into a storm of pleasure that blew him to pieces, the orgasm rolled down his cock until it exploded in a mind-blowing storm of sensation and was so hot and surprisingly intense that his vision went dark. Nothing mattered but the pleasure and the woman he shared it with.

I love you.

Edward heard himself say the words...but were they in his head? Had he said them out loud? Had he even said them at all? He tried not to collapse on top of her, but it proved impossible, his skin covered in sweat, his lungs struggling to take in enough air, then he wondered if he should tell her how he felt. Would she believe him that he was capable of love? Edward hadn't wanted to delve into that feeling, but what else could explain his inability to stop thinking about her? To need her in this unconditional way.

He stood there for a good while until his breathing normalized and he had the strength to raise himself on his arms and look at her. He watched her skin flushed and moist with pleasure, the sated smile and narrowed eyes, and knew he irrevocably loved her. With a grunt, he rolled off of her, but he didn't get out of bed. He drew her against him, entwining his legs with hers.

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The morning caught Bella too early and too tired. Although it might as well have been heaven. Edward's labored breathing as he slid inside her was the most erotic sound she had ever heard. And when he reached down with one hand and began rubbing her clit, she closed her eyes letting herself go once more as her hot center clenched around him. It was as if she was drowning in sex, losing herself in a fantasy. Her body felt like jelly, and every limb deliciously sore.

With another of his erotic grunts, Edward pulled out of her, God only knew by what number of occasion, and slid them sideways, holding them together. Then he took a deep breath, holding her close, Bella realized she wanted this forever, and not the fact that it was just the two of them in a quiet room at dawn, but rather this moment of peace and quiet where there was no such thing as the past or anything that needed to be said. Edward was tracing uncertain patterns around her shoulders or her back with his knuckles, it was relaxing and so distracting that she almost fell asleep. Fighting sleep, Bella broke away from him slightly to stare up at him, he was staring at the ceiling, shadows dulling the deep green of his eyes as he frowned when he felt her move.

"What's the matter?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you, where did you go?" She whispered looking at him, Edward sighed, as if weighing his answers, Bella was again afraid that he would withdraw into himself, so she was surprised when he started to speak.

"I don't know if this is the best time to talk about this."

"I think it is, please don't exclude me once again." He looked disgruntled before he pulled her into his arms with a snort.

"I was just thinking that I never knew how much the past marked me, and I'm not just talking about my parents' death, but also about her... I thought I loved her, that she was really my support and my anchor but no, I was actually blinded to what we had, because she was in the precise moment after Esme's death... and that's why I never realized what was going on around me really, I never saw beyond that. And then when she died, she left me alone... ruined."

Bella frowned, not wanting to talk about Angela. But she understood that all those losses he had gone through all by himself. With no one to support him as he struggled with his feelings and barely managed the loss. Bella placed her hand on his bicep.

"You're not ruined, don't say that. You're here, and now this thing that's happening is okay..." He held her cheek, his green eyes so emotionally charged they took her breath away.

"I've loved you for so long, now I know I've been in love with you through the years without realizing it... in college, even while I was with Angela, I desired you, and James wanting you secretly drove me crazy, and then... when you approached me that night I..." He sat up abruptly, unable to lie still any longer as he ruffled his hair. "I was terrified feeling like a fucking traitor with my memory of Angela, I didn't want to disrespect her in any way, and I let it consume my shit. I'm sorry it's all so late as to make you hate me and want a divorce. And well," he sighed, "fucking shit... I'm sorry my fucking head blocked my feelings for you, to the point of losing you."

While the sound of her heart roared in Bella's ears, and the world began to spin, Edward didn't seem to notice, he wasn't even looking at her as he kept talking.

"So believe me when I tell you that this isn't right...it seems that with you I can't go slow, I can't go on fucking dates, there can't be slow strokes and worst of all, the idea that I sacrificed whatever could have existed between us...it's absolutely inconceivable to me. I need you to tell me if we can move on or not, after today, I know I won't handle living at Emmett's anymore, I can't spend more time away from you and the kids, I know I told you I could, but again I realize I'm a bastard..." Bella put a finger to his lips.

He froze, looking at her closely.

"You really... love me, you mean it," she stammered.

"Yes," he assured her frowning, Bella gasped, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"For God's sake, you're such a fool," she sobbed, bursting into tears, startling him.

"What's the matter, honey? I did it wrong, didn't I? I messed up again."

Bella could say nothing to him, and allowed Edward to draw her into his arms. She could feel him extremely tense as he whispered in her ear how sorry he was and rocked them gently back and forth. It took a few minutes for Bella to collect herself and assimilate the truth of what was happening to her.

"That's not why I'm crying. Not because of what you told me about Angela, but because you finally told me something I've been waiting for. You said you love me. What took you so long?" she hiccupped. "I thought you would never tell me. I thought... I thought you would never feel the same way I feel for you...".

He smiled embarrassedly, releasing her only to hold her face and wipe away her tears with his thumbs. Her emotion-filled eyes took his breath away.

"I hadn't told you because I was terrified of my feelings for you, in case I lost you one way or another, but here I am, I love you and I know I lost you anyway." She shook her head, holding one of his hands.

"It's not like that..." She brought her palm straight to his throbbing, renewed heart. "Come back with me, Edward, with us. Let's go home."

And there it is, the confession we've all been waiting for. Only one chapter left to end this story plus an epilogue :)