(W)riteofpassion
Chapter 29
My head was pounding, heart racing and palms clammy. I just couldn't believe Edward Cullen was right here, in Phoenix, devilishly handsome and in front of me.
I felt ashamed, cheeks burning red with a flame of embarrassment. My motions froze, throat closing up like I wouldn't be able to speak. I cleared my throat, standing up.
"I-" I started, my voice shaky, foreign to my ears.
"Don't apologize." Edward reached out his hand, and I took it. His touch was warm, familiar, sensational when he entwined his fingers with mine.
He hadn't shaved, the scruff on his jaw making him look ragged and powerful, yet his eyes looked tired and red. Edward appeared as exhausted as I felt.
"I miss you." I blurted out, the nerves running through my body, having a race with the swarm of butterflies in my stomach.
"I miss you," he copied, green eyes blazing into mine. They mirrored my own emotions: fear, excitement, nerves and longing.
"I've put you through hell," I shook my head and looked down at our entwined fingers. I spotted new black lines peeking out of his suit jacket.
He got a new tattoo.
"I created the hell you put me through. It's as much my fault as it was yours, Enchantress." His nickname for me made my knees weak and my heart expand. He didn't hate me.
"Edward, I should've listened to you. I should've let you explain instead of walking away."
"You read everything," he shook his head, a flush to his cheeks betraying his cool demeanor. I was in awe.
"How could I not? I should have read your blog much earlier. If I did, none of this shit would've happened."
"Coulda, woulda, shoulda," Edward mused as he pulled me tighter to him.
"We both made mistakes. I'm ready to learn from them, and I realize that now. I've been such a bitch to you, but honestly I can't live without you." I confessed.
Edward's thumb stroked the back of my hand tenderly. I could not believe this was happening.
"Neither can I. Trust me, I tried while you were gone. But I looked for tickets to New York way too much the past couple of months."
"How the fuck did you get here, Warrior?" I finally asked.
"Alice," Edward smiled.
Of course.
"Was she texting you all this time? I swear I almost tossed her phone in the nearest bin. She kept disappearing."
"That would be my fault, yes." His smirk was triumphant.
"You fucking conspiring, little bitches," I laughed.
"Your mother is in on everything, too."
"My mother?" I gasped.
"Yeah, we called her. Alice arranger for her to be your plus-one. And depending on how this conversation would go, I would take her place."
"You talked to my mother?" I still couldn't fathom it. This had to be why she was so kind to me.
"We had a long, serious conversation. She promised to turn over a new leaf and start treating you better."
"Only you could make her see her own faults," I said.
"I can't believe you're actually here." my nerves settled a bit, replaced by more and countless butterflies.
"I promised I'd be here for you." his voice held emotions all too familiar to me.
It was at this exact moment, I couldn't keep it in anymore. We wasted enough precious time, been apart too long.
"I love you, Edward Cullen." my voice was confident, not trembling anymore. I was sure of it, of him, of us. We could make it. We would make it, and I'd do anything in my power to make up for my behavior.
His smile unarmed me, told me it would all be okay in the end. The setting sun brought out the streaks of coppers and blondes in his hair. It illuminated him.
"I love you, Isabella Swan. But there is one thing," he sighed, alarming me.
"Yes?" My pulse quickened again, sensing the danger of the words he had yet to speak.
"I really want to kiss you," he grinned, pulling me closer. My chest crashed into his. I couldn't believe I lasted this long without him.
I didn't speak, but my actions told him more than enough. With my heels, I only had to reach a little. Our eyes locked, and our lips met like magnets.
The second I kissed Edward, I felt healed. All the weight had lifted off my shoulders, the worries gone and my heart content. Our kiss started off tender, rediscovering each other's soft lips until he deepened it. Edward kissed me like he was a soldier, about to go off to war. He kissed me like this would be our last kiss, his hand around my neck and one at my waist. Edward held me close, afraid I'd run again, but I never could.
Eventually, we pulled away. Edward rested his forehead against mine as we caught our breaths.
"Looks like my work here is done," Alice's voice startled me.
Alice's smile held more energy than ever, making it contagious.
"I can't believe you pulled this off," I said, hugging her tightly.
"It's easy, since you were preoccupied and drowning in grief and heartache." She said dramatically.
"I love you so much, Alice."
"Seems like you can't say those words enough tonight." She winked.
"I'm taking Edward's room tonight," Alice whispered. "I think you're going to enjoy having a bedroom all to yourselves."
Alice stayed for dinner and could book herself a flight home later that night. Jasper would be over the moon to have his wife back all to himself.
"So, do I check out for the room and settle the bill?" She asked Edward. He looked at me, eyes unsure.
"I don't want to assume anything, Bella. But can I stay in your room tonight?"
"If you don't stay with me, I might make a scene. So yes, Alice, settle that bill. I can't spend one more night without Edward." I laughed at the way I sounded like a lovesick fool.
"Okay, then I'm heading upstairs to go pack. I'll text you when I get home." Her voice lowered. "Enjoy the rest of your night, Bella. I'm rooting for you guys."
The night progressed and turned out to be much better than I expected. The food was delicious; the wine was incredibly nice and the people at our table were excellent company. Shelly didn't stop boasting about Edward and his good looks, and I could tell it charmed him, but he was also a little shy about it.
His hand found mine under the table, reminding me he was supporting me.
"Let's dance, Enchantress." He whispered in my ear, kissing me softly.
I followed Edward onto the dancefloor, joining the others for a slow-dance.
His hands sat lower on my waist than was appropriate, squeezing my ass every once in a while. We kissed and talked, the crowd entirely disappearing into the background.
"You surprised me, Bella." He told me.
"Why?"
"Because we're still here." He chuckled, green eyes twinkling.
"Yeah, well. You've only got yourself to blame for that." I shrugged, my feet aching from wearing these heels all day long.
"I swore to your mother I wouldn't steal you away from the party. At least not until dessert."
"Oh, so you're conspiring with Renée again?" I joked.
"No. Merely trying. I wouldn't want my girlfriend's mother to hate my guts."
"No one could ever hate you," I mused, drowning in deep green eyes.
"I'm sure Jacob Black does," he laughed.
"That guy hates everyone. Plus, just about anyone hates him. So, it's only fair."
I looked over Edward's shoulder, noticing my mother headed in our direction.
I grunted.
"Bella, darling. A word, please?"
"You can say anything you have to say in front of Edward. I don't keep any secrets from him." I said, my voice confident and strong.
Edward held my hand as we walked off the dancefloor.
"I just want to tell you I'm sorry. I know I've been hard on you, and we sure have our differences. I don't always approve on how you choose to live your life, but I know I hurt you." She sounded heartfelt.
It baffled me. What on earth had Edward told my mother?
"Well, I really appreciate you telling me this, mom." I gave her a brief smile.
"I don't expect us to get along perfectly after this. But I want you to know that you're my daughter. I love you."
"Mom, I know I'm the product of your failed marriage, and that I keep reminding you of that every time we're together. I don't blame you for favoring your new family over your own. After all, I have my family now. I made another one." I looked at Edward, my heart exploding with joy.
"Oh," was all mom said. She knew I was right, even though she'd never admit this.
"If you don't mind, Edward and I are leaving. I'm exhausted and there is an enormous bed waiting for us." Mother looked shocked as I pulled Edward along, holding on to him like a life-line.
"I'm so fucking proud of you right now. She deserved what she got, and you had the last word." Edward said, kissing my knuckles.
"Let's steal some cake and head upstairs, okay?" He nodded.
We had our hands full with two plates filled with wedding cake, but that didn't stop us from kissing in the elevator.
Once inside, I noticed Alice brought up Edward's stuff into the room. I kicked it out of the way and took the plates out of his hands.
I kissed him, forceful and needy and put every ounce of frustration into it. I needed this, and so did he. Edward responded quickly, fumbling my hair tie until hair was free.
His tongue searched for mine, and I moaned into his mouth.
"Fuck, I missed you." He groaned, pushing me against the door.
Edward's hands were everywhere, his mouth on my neck, driving me insane.
"I need you." I mewled at him, his hands going under my dress through the slit, lighting my skin on fire.
Desperate need built up inside me, threatening to consume me.
Passion was always there between us, but it seemed like this had reached new heights. Being away from Edward left me empty inside, all my desire gone. I thought something was wrong with me but I knew that the only things wrong was that I wasn't with Edward. He made me feel alive, desirable beyond measure. I felt his heart beat fast and steady when I put my hand on his chest.
"As much as I love the look, the dress needs to go. Like, now." I turned around and let him unzip me.
"Don't lie, it's a horrible dress."
"All the more reason we have to get rid of it."
I Let the dress fall to the ground, pooling at my heels, left in nothing but a pale blue, lace bodysuit.
Edward's eyes roamed my body, hungry and dark.
"My fucking God," he mumbled. I felt my cheeks heat up all the way to my ears. He had been the last person to see me semi-naked, and it was odd to show him again.
"I have no idea what's different, but fuck, you look so good." he fingers the lace trim over the cups of the bodice. They did an expert job of pushing my chest high and perky.
"I did gain about ten pounds. Blame ice cream and takeout for that. New York will make me burst out of my clothes." I suddenly felt self-conscious.
"Your tits are bigger." he wiggled his brows. "I honestly don't give a damn how much you weigh."
Edward tucked my hair over my shoulder, his hands tracing the lace pattern of my lingerie.
"How the hell do you take this off?" He looked confused.
"It snaps shut at the crotch, genius." I giggled.
Edward led me to the bed where he sat down, his legs parted and me between them.
I stepped out of my shoes and leaned forward, kissing him. I lost myself, giving in to what I wanted, crazy with arousal. His hands were all over my, massaging my ass, pushing his face in my cleavage.
"I love you, but stop teasing." I breathed as his fingers went down, way down, rubbing my pussy through the lace. The friction made my eyes roll back.
His eyes didn't stray as he fumbled with the buttons of my bodysuit.
I pushed Edward back on the bed, one hand on his chest. He was hard, I could feel his erection straining through his tuxedo pants. He undid the belt, still kissing me, pushing me so I was under him. Trapped in the best way.
We didn't need any more foreplay, because now it was just pure torture. Edward's pants ended up somewhere in the room while I tried to unbutton his shirt. His chest was soft under my fingertips with hard muscle underneath.
"More gym?" I was out of breath.
"Nothing better to keep my mind off you, baby."
I bucked my hips up, meeting his through his boxers. He sat up on his hunches, taking his dress shirt off.
"I want to show you something." He was secretive as he pulled it off, turning slightly away from me. My hands went to the front of his boxers, palming his bulge through the cotton.
"You better show me, I've missed him too." I giggled.
"I'm not talking about my dick, although I'm sure you'll be sick of him after I'm done with you," he said, a content smirk on his face.
I Let out a hum of appreciation.
He turned back to me, grasping my hand.
I gasped,astounded.
"I thought I saw you had a new tattoo. It's beautiful," I said, eyes wide with admiration.
Right there, on his wrist was an envelope in black and Grey shading, with a red seal and ornamental letter 'B' in it.
My finger traced the outline, my heart warm and fuzzy.
"Even if we hadn't gotten back together, it would always be a reminder of something important. Of you, of keeping you and me sealed, at least part of it." Edward explained.
"I love you." I said,pulling him down. I needed to feel his weight on me, I craved him.
"I'll never get tired of hearing that."
"You're not going to say it back?" I played.
"No. I'm about to show you. Repeatedly."
He clumsily pushed the boxers off his legs and took my face into his hands. He kissed me hard and chaste before making his way down my body. Pulling down the cups of my lingerie, he swirled his tongue around my pierced nipple, the sensation making my toes curl.
Edward slid two fingers through my folds, biting his lip when he realized just how ready I was for him.
I arched my back when I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance, anticipation killing me slowly.
"Condom?" he asked.
"I don't care, pill, remember?" I looked up, trying to be carefree, but he noticed the question in my eyes.
"I haven't been with anyone else, baby." his kiss smothered my doubts.
We both moaned loudly as he inched into me. It had been too long, and Edward felt incredible, filling me up just right.
"Oh baby," he groaned.
I put my hands above my head, clutching a pillow, strangling the material. My breasts shook with every one of his powerful thrusts, hitting all the right spots inside of me.
Edward's face contorted, his eyes shut and a flush on his cheeks. He looks absolutely beautiful, lost in pleasure, lost in me.
It took all of my willpower to not scream at the top of my lungs. After all, this was a hotel.
I lifted one of my legs from around his waist, and moaned loudly when Edward placed it on his shoulder. He hit me deeper now, more deliberate, harder. He gripped my thigh, sitting back and pulling my body on his lap. One hand molded to my tit, playing with my nipple.
"Don't stop, please." I whimpered, my muscles tightening around his cock, my legs spasming.
Edward smirked, letting his hand drop from my chest, down to my clit. He circled slowly, remembering exactly how I liked it.
I felt the wave of my orgasm, the force of a tsunami, creeping up on me. I gripped the sheets beneath me until my knuckles turned white. No noise came out of my mouth except for a strangled moan, climbing higher than ever, before crashing down. Hard. The flutter of my orgasm seemed to trigger Edward's. He came hard and loud, his fist in my hair.
Edward crashed down beside me, panting and his body coated with a sheen of sweat.
"That," he breathed, running a hand through his hair.
"I know." I sighed, looking at him, smiling.
My cheeks were burning, my body exhausted with bliss.
"Let's have some cake." I proposed, stretching my body so I could reach for the plates.
"Yeah, let's do that. Have cake, then fuck again in the shower." Edward winked at me and took a bite out of the chocolate and vanilla cake.
This was going to be the best night ever.