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Fourteen: Bella
June 24, 2022
Los Angeles California
"You are so perfect."
Edward's words brush against my skin like silk as he kisses the back of my neck. We've made it to the bedroom, and I'm desperate to be out of this dress because I need to feel him against me. I need to lose myself to him.
"You are the universe I exist in, and you have been since the first time you looked my way." He peppers my skin with kisses as he speaks, and tears fill my eyes. "You took me as a boy and you've guided me into being the man I am today." His hands ghost down my arms until his fingers tangle with mine. His lips brush the top of my spine. "I promise to always be there, through laughter and tears, through the good times and the bad. I promise to cherish and support you, to be your anchor and home. You dwell in my heart and soul, and you will own them forever." He presses kisses into my skin as he whispers his vows to me again, and I have to blink hard against the onslaught of tears. "You are my best friend, my soul mate, and now my wife." His hands move up my arms, and I feel him gently undoing the buttons of my dress. It slips to the floor and I turn to look at him, the tears splashing over onto my cheeks. He smiles, his thumbs reaching up to gently brush them aside. "I vow to you right now, that I will make it my life's work you know every single day how much you are loved and cherished."
I feel like I can't breathe. I'm so overwhelmed by my love for him. My eyes are burning; fat tears rolling down my cheeks.
I can't speak, but it doesn't matter, because he knows.
I reach for him, and he helps me step out of my dress. I leave it on the floor as I turn to his tie. I start unfastening it, plucking the buttons of his shirt open as I go and leaning forward to press kisses to his exposed skin. I'm a writer, but I'm shit with words in these situations, so I let my body and love speak for itself.
Edward is fluent in both, and he knows.
His shirt and tie fall to the floor and he sweeps me in his arms, carrying me back to the bed. My tears are still falling, and there seems to be no end in sight. I'm so full of feelings, I'm overflowing.
"I love you," He whispers, laying me back on the bed. I grab his head, bringing him closer to me so I can kiss him. Our kiss is so tender, it pulls more kisses from me.
"I love you," I whisper, my voice thick as I break our kiss. Edward settles over me, his body resting in the place between my legs. We fit together so perfectly, it's like we were designed to be like this, always.
Edward presses a kiss to my lips before shifting back and pressing one between my breasts, over the tattoo that still makes him laugh. He shifts, and presses a kiss over my heart, and fresh tears come pouring out of me.
"I love you," he whispers, pressing kisses into my skin. "Forever. I love you."
His words are a prayer uttered against me, and I'm swept up in them. I'm not particularly religious, but I feel it as he pours his love onto me—his love is holy and I make a silent promise to myself and to whatever being that is out there that I will never take his love for granted.
Despite the franticness we felt in the elevator, there is something profound and important unfolding between us as we slow down, taking our time to worship each other. We've made love plenty, but it's never been quite like this.
Even when he slides into me, it feels deeper, like he's sliding right into my soul. The sanctity of this moment is too much, and I cry. I cry with how much I love him, with how overwhelmed I am by his love. I cry for the years we spent not knowing each other, and for every day we've had since, and for every day we will have for the rest of our lives.
Edward holds me, kissing the tears away, even as his own tears fall and mingle with mine. He holds me, and when I unravel with pleasure, he brings me back together, anchoring me with his love.
