I'm feeling electric tonight, cruising down the coast going about 99. Got my bad baby by my heavenly side. I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight. Oh, my God, I feel it in the air. Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snail. Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere. Nothing scares me anymore. ~ Lana Del Rey, Summertime Sadness
EPOV
There was a slight pinch in my side, which meant Jasper had finally finished with the stitches. This entire night had been one fuck up after the last. To start it off, my wife thought I was sleeping with another woman. I'm no saint and I fucked around on nearly every other woman I was with before Bella, but I had never given another woman a second glance since I had her.
Unfortunately, I understood how she would come to the conclusion. Ever since she was taken back in a few weeks ago, the people of Chicago were antsy. They were, once again, worried that Bella would have to spill some secrets to avoid time in prison. This time, they were right.
It had been meeting after meeting that I had to assure everyone that they had nothing to worry about. Not a single Petrov bothered to ask, I was sure they knew they would be the first to go down if need be.
The day after Bella's arrest I talked with Embry Call to negotiate a deal. He was being as big of a prick as he was when prosecuting Bella. Despite agreeing that it was better to put at least one Petrov behind bars, he still wanted something that said Bella hadn't known Aro was her father at the time. He told me he needed it to prove to his office that he wasn't working with us, but part of me knew he still wanted a Cullen behind bars. Call was pushing for a polygraph, and I continually told him to go fuck himself.
Petrov either suspected what deal we would make, or simply wanted to fuck me over tonight, because a few of his men caused a fucking mess with an incoming shipment earlier. Being the unlucky bastard that I was, I suffered the only physical wound. Well, me and my truck full of cocaine that was now fucking ash.
It was like I had three full time jobs; running my company, running my family, and taking care of Bella. Unfortunately, I was so busy taking care of Bella that I didn't actually take care of her. But, fuck if hearing her ask me if I was sleeping with another woman wasn't more painful than the bullet wound in my side.
"Okay, don't get it wet, and keep an eye on it for the next few days," Jasper said, picking up all of the trash around him. Bella huffed at his instructions.
When she realized what was going on, she nearly dragged me to a hospital. It would have been anyone's first instinct, but the cops would have been all over me the second I was admitted.
Jasper had patched up wounds here and there, and it would be good enough for now. It was horrible timing, with our usual doctor being out of town, but it would be fine. I was pretty sure Bella wanted to strangle Jasper, though.
"Here," Jasper said, holding his hand out to me. He dropped a couple of small, white pills into my hand. Before I could pop them in my mouth, a tiny hand gripped my wrist.
"What is that?" Bella asked, her eyes fixed on the pills.
"A… painkiller," Jasper told her. He obviously wanted to make her think it was something much more mild than oxy. "He's taken it before, Bella. It's nothing too hard."
Bella released my wrist, and I tossed the pills in the back of my throat. I would never tell Bella, but there was a burning ache in my side from the constant tugging from Jasper. It hurt like a bitch. Anything less and I wouldn't have bothered with the pills.
As soon as Jasper was done cleaning everything up, I kicked him and Emmett out. Exhaustion took over my body and I rested my head on the back of the couch, just for a minute, before I planned to go upstairs and talk with Bella.
"Do you want to sleep down here?" Bella whispered, her hand still holding mine in a fierce grip.
"No, let's go upstairs. We need to talk about earlier," I told her, heaving myself off of the couch. It wasn't hard, and there was only a little tug on my side as the pills started doing their job, but I was fucking exhausted.
"We don't have to, Edward. I understand –"
"Come," I said, pulling her along with me. This wasn't a conversation I would put off. I hadn't done my job of being a husband well the last few weeks, and I needed to rectify that.
Bella held my arm tightly as we ascended the stairs. She obviously thought I would fall over at any moment. I was perfectly stable, but I still let her lead the way.
When we got to our bedroom, I led Bella over to the sitting area. I sat on the couch and pulled Bella so she would sit in my lap. She didn't budge.
"You're hurt," she whispered, but this was my preferred position for conversations like this. I liked having her as close as possible, eye to eye. Feeling her right on top of me helped me stay calm, no matter the subject matter. I liked to think it had a similar effect on her, too.
Her eyes were glued to my side, though. It was dark, but I could swear I saw a few tears fall down her cheeks. Don't cry, baby. I'm fine.
"Hold on," she whispered, retreating to the bathroom. She was back a moment later, a wet cloth in her hand. Bella knelt at my feet, eyes still on the crude stitches Jasper managed. I hissed when the warm cloth touched the surrounding skin.
"I'm sorry," Bella blurted out, pulling her hand away. "It's just –" covered in blood. I nodded at her, and she continued gently cleaning where the blood had crusted to and stained my side and abdomen.
It was surprisingly intimate, Bella taking care of me. We had always taken care of each other, but never really in a potentially life-threatening situation. It made me wish I was there for her more, right after she was shot. It made me sick to my stomach to think of Charlie, Renee, and Jane there for her when I wasn't.
Bella tossed the towel to the side when she was done, and carefully climbed into my lap. Her head was buried in my shoulder, and I could feel tiny tears fall onto my bare skin.
"It's okay, Bella," I whispered to her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her as close as I could. "I need you to listen to me, okay?" She nodded against my shoulder. "I love you, no matter what. When you're busy or I'm busy, I love you. If you're across the world or right next to me, I still love you. I'm sorry I got so distracted."
"You weren't mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad at you?" I asked her, gently pulling her away from my shoulder so I could study her face. She was beautiful, always was, but she was also exhausted; both physically and emotionally. I wracked my brain for why she would think I might be mad at her, but I came up empty.
"For the whole perjury thing. You had to become an informant for the cops, I'm sure you hated it." Her chin started to drop and her eyes looked anywhere but me.
I lifted her chin, my thumb gently caressing her lower lip. "I was never mad at you, Bella," I admitted. I was angry, of course, at the whole situation. Never again did I want to have to pick my wife up from a police station, or have to see her sitting in an interrogation room. But, my anger was never toward her.
"Was I pissed at Call for trying to trump up some perjury charges? Yes, but I was going to give them Viktor before, anyway. I was just saving it for when it benefited me as well. You'd be surprised how many cases I've helped the CPD solve," I told her with a smirk that I hoped would bring one to her face as well.
"Oh."
What else had she said earlier? I don't think that you've ever not wanted to have sex in all of the time we've been together. You don't talk to me anymore, and we don't spend time together like we used to. I keep fucking everything up.
"I'm sorry if it's seemed like I was ignoring you. I want to work out the deal with Call as quickly as possible and get them off of your back," I told her. Bella knew how I got when I was focused on something. It took up every bit of my mind until I was finished. I understood how she could confuse my focus with anger, now that I knew she thought I hated her. As if I could ever hate you, beautiful.
"As for not having sex for two weeks, that is completely uncalled for. I'm a very stupid man." I trailed my hands along her thighs, finally able to enjoy the view. Earlier tonight I had been on the phone with Embry Call as he tried to get more information out of me than I was willing to give. There had been more than one instance of Bella doing just as she had done earlier and things progressing farther than was polite while I was still on the phone, but it felt… wrong doing that with Call on the line.
"So… we're okay?" she asked me.
"Yes," I told her, cupping her cheek with my palm. "We're good."
Bella went into nurse mode then, instructing me to get into bed and go to sleep. She was too adorable to resist, so I followed her instructions, setting an alarm for just a few hours from now.
I kept a pretty precise sleep schedule. I didn't get much of it, but it was enough. Four to five hours a night was my usual, and I typically had no problem getting up in the morning when my alarm went off. The next morning, however, the tip tapping of a keyboard woke me. I was groggy and sore, and then I remembered everything that happened last night.
Cracking one eye open, I immediately squeezed it back shut at the brightness that was in the room. Fuck, what time is it?
I rolled over to reach for my phone where I kept it on my nightstand, but it wasn't there.
"It's twelve thirty-two," Bella said. I looked toward her, cuddled up on her side of the bed with a laptop resting on her legs. She didn't look over at me, instead kept typing away at whatever she was doing.
"You stole my phone," I said, unsure what she was playing at here.
"Yes, I had to go through every message and email to make sure you weren't cheating on me." I frowned, thinking I had handled that particular freak out last night. Then, she giggled. "I'm kidding. I didn't go through anything, I just turned off your alarm."
"May I have it back?" I asked, already feeling the stress of having slept through so much of the day.
"No."
"No?"
"You're not working for the next two days. It's Saturday anyway," Bella said, finally shutting the laptop and looking over at me. She didn't look like she had slept at all. Her eyes were a little red and she had circles under them, but she smiled at me anyway.
"Bella –"
"You were shot. I know, it was just a graze, but you were shot. I was shot and no one let me do anything for months."
"You had a bullet inches from your heart and flatlined twice on the operating table. It's different," I told her, wincing at my own words. I had come too close to losing her too many times.
"Please, Edward? Just two days." She looked at me with those big brown eyes and pouty lips. The thing that always got me was she wasn't giving me a 'look' to get her way. It was just… how she looked. Too cute to say no to.
"Shouldn't you be training?" I asked.
"I took two days off, too."
"Too implies I have already agreed," I told her.
Bella sighed, settling herself on my lap, her legs on either side of my hips. I sat against the headboard and sighed as her fingers started tugging at the hair at the back of my neck. The woman knew every one of my weak spots. "Please just relax for a couple of days?"
"Okay," I admitted, even though she had me ten minutes ago. I gripped her hips, pushing her gently against my growing erection. "I know the perfect way we can relax."
"Oh, no," Bella said, pushing my hands off of her. I stared at her, shocked and a little hurt if I was being honest with myself. "You have stitches in your side! I don't want you hurting yourself more."
"Bella, I'm –" I could tell her I was fine and didn't need two days off, but she looked so worried. There were little wrinkles on her forehead, and the exhaustion from the night was still written all over her face.
"Well, if I can't work, then neither can you," I said, reaching over and putting her computer in the drawer of my nightstand.
The two days off did us both good. We slept and caught up and spent time just the two of us. It was good timing, too, considering Bella would be leaving in just a couple of weeks. She would be busy, traveling and working, so I needed to take advantage of having her here while I could.
…Dark…
"I really…" Bella panted. Her legs were locked around my waist, her nails nearly embedded in my back. "I really need to go."
Instead of letting her go, I squeezed her tighter, enjoying the feel of every curve against me. After my realization a few weeks ago that my time with Bella was limited, I didn't let anything get in my way when I wanted her. She would be back, of course, but we were about to be separated for weeks, months at a time. It was impossible to do so, but I needed my fill of her before she left.
I called her more often, just to check in. It became my priority to get home around the same time she would, so we could spend the night together. I helped her pack, begrudgingly, and she watched over as Jasper took out the stitches in my side. His hands actually shook under her watch, it was funny as hell.
Last night was her last night here. She was supposed to already be in the car on the way to the airport, but I hadn't let her out of my grasp in about nine hours.
"I'm going to be late," she said as I kissed her shoulder.
"I own the plane. It can wait," I mumbled against her shoulder. Fuck, she tastes good.
Groaning as she let her legs fall from my waist, I stepped back so she could stand up. Her little stumble made me smile, thinking of how uncoordinated she was after sex. It took her a good twenty minutes to become coherent and stable again.
Half an hour later Bella was sitting on the bed, pulling her shoes on. I stood in the doorway, ready for work myself, and watched as she looked around to make sure she had everything.
"I can send you anything you might have forgotten," I told her. She looked over at me, her pretty brown eyes drowning in sadness. I went and knelt in front of her, giving her thighs a squeeze. "I'll visit you when I can, and I'll be waiting for you when you get back."
Those were her two biggest fears, I could tell. She was scared in the months apart I would get tired of being alone, though even she knew that was a ridiculous way to feel. We had dealt with longer separations in the past, and we were still fine.
"I know. I'll just miss you," she told me, leaning down and placing a delicate kiss to my forehead. "Try not to get shot while I'm gone… okay?" She was mostly joking, I could tell from the small giggle that escaped when she asked. But there was also a small part of her that was completely serious.
"I'll try my best."
…Dark…
The weeks that followed Bella's departure were more depressing than I had expected. I knew I would miss her, but everything was so boring and bland without her. She wasn't at home waiting for me when I got there, I didn't get surprise visits in the afternoons anymore. She never showed up at my office just to sit and work with me.
Had my life before her been this monotonous? Granted, I had the drugs, alcohol, and random women to take up my free time. But I missed the constant companionship. I was suddenly the fifth wheel of the family again.
Bella and I talked on the phone as often as possible. There had been a schedule change, so for the first few weeks she was only in Los Angeles. The two-hour time difference was doable. But as soon as she went to Budapest, the seven-hour time difference and both of our odd working schedules would make it nearly impossible to communicate, at least in real-time.
Ben and Eric sent me updates every twelve hours. They gave me much more revealing information than Bella did. There had been a few incidents with extras and other crew members talking about her behind her back. They didn't realize I had her back watched constantly.
"Mr. Cullen? Your five-thirty is here," Jessica's shrill voice sounded over the speaker. The only positive that had come out of this was that I had more time than ever to get work done, which was great considering I had the work load of about five different people.
"Send them in."
A moment later, Heidi, Claire, and Kate walked in. I stood, shaking their hands as they each took a seat. I had met them all repeatedly, but this was a business meeting first and foremost.
"How's Bella?" Kate asked immediately. That was why I agreed to this in the first place. These people cared about my wife and saw her as more than a dollar sign. Even I knew most people in their positions in Hollywood often abused their power. Loyalty was something I took very seriously, and something I liked to reward. These three women had earned my respect, and my money, for the way they treated my wife.
They had spent the last few months finalizing their leave from their current jobs and making sure they were clean from their old bosses. They had clients lined up and were ready to finally start their new venture.
"She's good, busy. She likes the new girl you found for her, though." Bella had been against having another personal assistant, insisting no one would compare to Kate. But, Kate found the perfect replacement. Her name was Angela. She was in her early twenties and the most organized person I had ever met. Angela didn't skirt around Bella and I like most people did. She was professional and already had Bella as her number one priority.
Ben also had a blatantly obvious crush on her. It wasn't my job to interfere with my employee's personal lives, so I simply told him to do whatever he wanted, as long as my wife was safe.
"I knew she would," Kate said with a smile.
"Here are the investment papers," I slid them across the desk. "This all could have been mailed, you know."
"We wanted to see you in person, to thank you," Heidi said, surprising me. Most people I dealt with were either scared of me or hated me. People thanked me for my investments, but it was mostly of our obligation. These three looked completely sincere. Odd.
"You've taken great care of my wife for many years. It's the least I could do. You should know, though, that she was very adamant that half of the investment come out of her bank account."
Bella's money mostly went untouched. I had more than enough to support us for a few lifetimes, and I didn't like the thought of her having to take care of herself. That was my job. But, she wanted to help her friends out just as much as I did.
"Either way, thank you," Claire piped in.
Just like that, I was part owner of a talent agency.
…Dark…
The sight of cars in my driveway caused me to groan as I drove up. Our Saturday dinner was, apparently, at my home tonight. I was planning on blowing the whole thing off, but that wasn't an option anymore. The last thing I wanted to do was entertain my family. Getting inside, I went straight for the bar.
"We're going to need to expedite dinner," I told everyone as they lounged in my living room. As with everything else, these dinners were far more exciting when Bella was here. Had I always been such a recluse before her?
"Grumps is back, I see," Emmett said.
"You call me Grumps?" I asked, staring at him incredulously. Alec giggled from Rosalie's lap. Even the toddler was in on the joke.
"You're so grumpy when Bella is gone for long periods of time. You revert back to your pre-Bella asshole persona. Not as bad as then, but still not fun to be around. I don't know if it's the sex –"
"Don't finish that sentence," I grunted out, pouring myself a glass full of whatever bottle my hands touched first. I wouldn't let Emmett disrespect Bella by talking about her like that. He knew better than to do it in the first place.
I was in no mood for this dinner, but before I could kick everyone out the front door opened and slammed shut. Frowning, I went to the front hall, followed closely by Emmett and Jasper.
"Edward!" Bella shouted as we rounded the corner. She stumbled over to us, looking completely trashed, with Ben behind her. He held his arms out behind her until she fell into my chest.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Bella, but she started sucking on my neck and ignored me.
"She's got some severely bruised ribs. They told her to take a week off and rest. She insisted she do it here. They gave her some strong pain killers at the hospital."
Bella bit down, hard, on my neck. I cleared my throat and gently pushed her back. She had the most adorable frown on her face. "How did you hurt yourself?"
"Just a stunt gone wrong. I fell… or something. I don't remember. I'm fine," she slurred, reaching back up to bury her head in my neck.
I carefully pushed her away again, getting another cute scowl, and steadied her on her feet in front of me. "Why didn't you tell me when it happened?" I asked, eying Ben still behind her.
"She insisted she be the one to tell you."
Bella was protecting Ben from me, no doubt. I would have been furious with him when he called me, they both knew it. Thankfully, for both of them, Bella's hilarious drug-induced haze was too distracting to let me get too angry.
"You should sit down," I told her, carefully leading her toward the living room and situating her on a chair.
Bella looked around and gasped. "Saturday dinner!"
There were amused mumbles from everyone behind me, but I ignored them all. We wouldn't be having dinner here anymore, but I would give them a few more minutes before I kicked them all out. Kneeling in front of Bella, I carefully lifted up the thin, black tank top she was wearing to get a look at the damage.
"Jesus Christ, Bella." Over nearly a third of her side and abdomen, a dark bruise was beginning to form.
"I'm fine, I keep telling everyone. I told the doctors that I didn't need a bunch of drugs, that you probably had some for me, but no one listened to me," Bella grumbled, pulling her shirt back down. I couldn't help but laugh at her.
"You're so… scruffy," she told me, poking three days' worth of stubble on my chin. Typically, I was fresh shaven every day. Yesterday, Emmett called it my 'lonely beard,' whatever that meant. "I bet it would feel great when –"
Quickly, I slapped a hand across her mouth, halting her from finishing her sentence. For one, she would be mortified if she finished it surrounded by the family. I would also spontaneous combust if she finished it. She was in no condition for me to do any kind of ravishing, and the second a single sexual innuendo came out of her mouth I would be ready for her.
"God, can you imagine her on heroin? Funny as hell," Emmett said, getting Jasper and even Jared to laugh. They all stopped when they saw me glaring at them
Leaving Bella in the chair, talking with Alice and Rosalie, I pulled Ben aside. "What happened?"
Ben started detailing the day. The accident happened around eight this morning. Bella had been filming and someone was late on their cue, which made them practically hit her with a car. She was able to angle herself so the damage wasn't worse than it already was, but her ribs and side would hurt like hell for weeks.
"The next time something like this happens I know a fucking second later, do you understand?" I wanted to be furious at both Bella and Ben for waiting an entire day to let me know what happened, but I understood their reasoning. It would have just caused all of us more stress, but I wouldn't be left out again.
"Okay, everyone out," I said, going back into the living room. Everyone was in the midst of a fit of laughter, I could only imagine what Bella had said to them. Bella though… she looked high and happy. Most people would be happy with the amount of drugs she had in her system.
Bella's smile grew as our family left and I stood in front of her. "Time to get you to bed." She couldn't feel anything because of the painkillers, but I didn't want to pull her or touch her the wrong way in case something hurt. Bella obviously wasn't worried about that because she quite literally climbed up my entire body, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I steadied her with my arms around her thighs and started carrying her to our room.
"Missed you," Bella mumbled against my neck, leaving sloppy kisses wherever she could. She frowned as I set her on the bed, flopping back with an exaggerated sigh.
"Do you need to shower?" I asked.
"No." She started fighting with the button on her jeans. "I need you inside me," she said, finally winning her battle and shoving the pants down her legs. Then she started the war with her tank top.
"Bella, you need to rest," I said, unable to stop from chuckling when she got her head stuck in the top. I helped her remove it, simply so she didn't hurt herself any more, and got her situated at the head of the bed.
Bella must have been exhausted, because the second her head hit the pillow she curled herself into a little ball and sighed, her eyes closing. It was my intention to get her into something more comfortable, but I hated to wake her up again. I brought my laptop to the bedroom, sitting across from the bed while Bella slept.
She didn't wake up again for nearly twelve hours. After working most of the night, I got in bed next to her around four in the morning, and then woke up to a soft kiss on my cheek around seven.
"Hi," Bella whispered, her voice a little gruff. Careful of her bruised side, I leaned over and grabbed the water I put there before I went to sleep. She grunted as she sat up and looked down at herself.
In all honesty, she looked a bit of a mess. A cute mess, but still. Her hair was knotted and sticking out in every direction, and the only clothing left on was a pair of dark blue panties.
"How do you feel?"
Bella downed the entire glass of water, sighed, and leaned back against the headboard. "Like I got hit by a car."
"You should have told me." I understood why she didn't. If I could have, I would have kept the bullet graze from her to keep her from worrying. But she got hit by a fucking car, and I didn't know for a whole day.
"You would have freaked out and flown across the country," she challenged.
"Yes, I would have." I didn't see the issue with that.
"I'm fine," she said, but winced as she moved to get out of bed.
"Oh, no." Carefully, I pulled her back and helped her settle back into bed. "You're staying right there for the next two weeks."
"I only have one week before I have to go back."
"I called Lawrence and told him you wouldn't be back for two. Interestingly enough, he said he told you to rest for two and you insisted you only needed one."
Bella would need at least two weeks to be able to comfortably move again. She would probably still be sore after the two, but hopefully it would be enough. I wouldn't let her go back if she was still in too much pain.
"Edward," she groaned, but pulled me back down next to her. I let Bella get situated next to me, not wanting to touch a sore spot. We both sighed as her arm wrapped around my abdomen and her head rested on my chest. It was clear then that I had won the mini argument.
"I don't even remember getting here last night. Last thing I remember is getting into a car with Ben outside of the hospital."
"That, my love, is because you were enjoying some pain meds."
"Oh no."
"Mmm. My favorite part of the evening was when you implied by 'scruff' would feel great when I –"
"Oh, God, did I actually say that?" Bella looked up at me, her eyes wide and horrified. "Everyone was here for it, weren't they? Fuck."
I kissed away the wrinkles on her forehead. "I didn't let you finish your sentence, but it was implied. "
"It's a good thing you're already stuck with me," she muttered.
"Don't worry. I'll let you try out the scruff sometime."
…Dark…
Bella recovered surprisingly fast. After her first week at home, she was able to get off of her pain killers that made her equal parts hilarious and tired. She was asleep more than she was awake, but I still tried my best to work from home as much as possible. It felt good just to have her back in the house again.
Now, she only had a couple more days here before she had to leave again. I could tell she was getting antsy, wanting to get back to work. Maybe she was just tired of being cooped up all day. I didn't know whether I should be relieved she was well enough to get back to work or disappointed my time with her was coming to an end.
As soon as I got home this afternoon, I joined her in the basement where she had been sequestered all day, watching movies. I never watched many films before I met Bella, and since I had really only watched hers. We watched the occasional movie together, but that usually ended up with us naked on the couch.
We were nearly there now. Bella had snuck her way into my lap and what started out as sweet, innocent pecks to my neck turned into desperate kisses filled with wanton moans.
"We should stop," I breathed against her, though I didn't follow through. I nipped my way across her jaw down to her neck, tasting the soft skin I had missed so much.
"I'm fine," Bella told me, accentuating her point as she rolled her hips over my aching length. Fuck. It had been too long since the last time I had her, tasted her, heard her moan my name. "We might need to go a little slower than either of us would like, but –"
I cut her off, covering her lips with mine and swallowing her deep moan. I wasn't going to argue. Standing, I lifted Bella easily in my arms and started the trek up to our bedroom. I didn't want a quick fuck in the movie room, I wanted her spread out underneath me. I needed to take my time with her.
Once in our bedroom, I set Bella on her feet and she smiled up at me. That smile that took up her entire face and radiated happiness. Fuck, I love you.
Cupping her face between both of my hands, I angled her face up to mine, devouring her lips with a breathless kiss. Clothes were quickly shed, and in a matter of minutes Bella was sprawled out on the bed underneath me. We were skin to skin. There wasn't an inch of her that I didn't have memorized; she had a cluster of freckles on her left shoulder in the shape of a heart, there was a scar on the inside of her right knee that she got from riding a bike when she was eight, and every inch of tattooed skin on her tasted just that much sweeter.
Keeping my distance from her fading bruise I reacquainted myself all of my favorite places, reveling in the progression of her noises. What started off as sweet hums of pleasure turned into soft moans that eventually became desperate pleas.
Reaching down, I felt the effect I had on her, savoring the way her arousal had coated her thighs. Bella squirmed under my touch, groaning as I slid two fingers inside her. Her legs tangled with mine, using me as leverage as she made small thrusts up to meet my fingers.
"Missed you so fucking much," I mumbled into her neck, nipping on the soft skin as I replaced my fingers with my cock. We let out matching groans.
Intertwining our fingers above her head, I watched every expression cross her face, saw every smile and every time her eyes would roll back into her head. My thrusts were slow and even, gradually building up the pressure inside both of us.
I tasted every inch of skin I could reach as I moved within her; kissed the cluster of freckles on her shoulder, sucked the peaks of her nipples, peppered kisses along every inch of her face.
Bella's sounds got more desperate, her cries becoming frantic and her hands squeezing mine with every thrust. My name came out of her mouth like a mantra as she came around me, pulling my own release out of me.
So I didn't crush her, I rolled us over as we recovered. Bella's steady weight resting on my chest, reminding me that she was here. She was safe. And she was mine.
A/N: So sorry again for the longer wait. Hopefully the longer chapter will make up for it?
Thank you for everyone's continued support on this story – exciting stuff is about to happen!
