Capitolo Quindici

A/N: Sorry its been longer than a week but after this updates will come faster. Alright, lets do this. Here is the wedding.

"Marriage, ultimately, is the practice of becoming passionate friends." – Harville Hendrix

I was grouchy because I was woken up at the ass crack of dawn and I hadn't seen Edward in over sixteen hours. It would be another two hours until I would lay my eyes on him. I was given some food and coffee, then I was rushed off to have my hair pulled, my eyebrows plucked, and makeup slathered on my face. I was pretty sure the lady working on my nails was a closet sadist. I knew that all this was to become presentable for my wedding, but honestly, I could have done without it. Edward and I had seriously considered eloping, and I was starting to kick myself for not jumping on that idea.

Once we made it to the church and things were moving closer to the actual ceremony, my mood brightened considerably, but then the nerves started to kick in. I was a confident person and had no problem standing up for myself and others, but I didn't like to be the center of everyone's attention. One or two people and I was okay, but an entire room of people all focused on me made me want to melt into the floor.

Rose broke me out of my musings, asking me to help her with her necklace. She and Alice had the same dress but decided that they would have different colored jewelry. Rose was the maid of honor, while Alice was my only bridesmaid. It was kind of funny that Emmett was Edward's best man and Jasper the groomsmen, the wedding party already being paired off. Once everyone was done with final touches and bouquets were passed out, we all lined up to go to the hall outside the sanctuary. Carlisle was walking with us, and I smiled at him, happy that he was here to make sure I didn't fall.

Jasper and Emmett were already inside standing next to Edward. Alice walked inside first, and then Rose followed her. Carlisle extended his arm so that I could link our arms together. "Are you ready for this?"

"Yeah." I sighed. "Just don't let me fall, Carlisle."

He shook his head and smiled. "Never."

Gripping his forearm and letting him lead, I followed him through the double doors that had been closed, but were opened by attendants for us. The moment that I saw Edward waiting for me at the end of the aisle, just like that my nerves were gone. Edward and I may not have met each other, fallen in love, and then decided to get married, but I trusted him and felt safe with him more than anyone else on the planet. He may have his concerns with keeping me safe due to recent events; however, I had all the faith in the world in him. He comforted me about my parents, and I had never let anyone else see me grieve over them. We brought out a playful side in each other, and I was well on my way to falling for him.

When my hand was passed to Edward's, Carlisle kissed me on the cheek, and I thanked him. Turning toward my future husband, I smiled at Edward. He returned my smile, giving my hand a squeeze, and together we faced the priest. I was half listening to the priest so I could answer and speak when told to, but the other half of me was awed and surprised. Obviously I knew this day was coming, but it was surreal. This was my wedding day. I would be another half of someone for the rest of my days. This was the first step to building a life with someone else, and I was doing that with Edward Cullen. Part of me was elated and part was terrified.

Luckily, I was able to get through the entire ceremony without falling in my too-high heels or stumbling over my words. When the priest told us to kiss, Edward and I kept it chaste, knowing it wasn't PC to french in the middle of a Catholic church.

After taking wedding photos with the wedding party and Edward's parents, Edward and I headed to the limo. We were riding to the reception by ourselves because afterward, we were being taken to the airport for our long flight to Italy. Plus, we just wanted to be alone for a few moments before the reception.

Once we were inside the vehicle, Edward pulled me to him and proceeded to give me a real kiss, devouring my mouth and tongue. "Now, that is a good first kiss of our marriage."

I laughed and rested my head on his shoulder. "This morning I was regretting not eloping, but now I'm kinda glad we did it the traditional way. Feels more real."

"It'd be real no matter how we did it, but I know what you mean. By the way, remind me to thank Alice because you look absolutely gorgeous, principessa."

I smiled at him and ran my fingers down the lapels of his tux. "You're no slouch yourself, marito."

He groaned when it registered that I had just called him 'husband.' "Can't we just go get a hotel until our flight and I can show you a real wedding night?"

I laughed. "People might notice us missing. We're kinda the guests of honor."

"I guess. Just know, Mrs. Cullen," he said, pressing a kiss to my neck and then pulling my face to look at him. "After this party, you are mine."

"No escape now, huh?"

"Never." He growled and playfully bit my neck.

Giggling, I pushed him away after he bit my neck again. "No hickeys, not until we're alone."

"I don't need to leave hickeys. I already got my mark on you." He threaded his fingers with mine and kissed my finger, right above the wedding band I wore.

The ride to the wedding reception wasn't very long because we were having it at Dyker Beach Golf Course. It was beautiful, and when Elizabeth showed me the pictures, I immediately agreed. Edward and I spent most of that time making out like horny teenagers. We had grown closer emotionally, but our physical attraction was the first thing we gave into, and it continued to grow every day.

The reception was everything I assumed it would be. There was Edward's and my first dance, toasts with really expensive champagne, tons of traditional Italian food, the bouquet and garter belt tossing, and a bird seed shower as we left. It was a lot of fun but completely exhausting.

Even with the non-stop flight to Italy, it was going to take nine hours. When we got to the airport, I wasn't surprised to learn we'd be taking a private jet, or that Demetri was going to be with us in Italy. Neither of them was expecting trouble overseas, so it was just a precaution.

"I draw the line at him staying in our room with us," I emphatically stated.

"You haven't learned the depths of how possessive I can be, but you should know better. I'd have to kill a motherfucker for all the things they'd see in that room. Things that are for my eyes only. His room will be right next to ours."

"Speaking of rooms, I'm gonna go grab some sleep," Dem said, picking up his carry-on bag and taking it with him toward the back of the plane.

Edward smiled to himself as he watched Dem go.

I laughed and he looked over at me, eyebrows raised, asking me a silent question. I shook my head. "I shouldn't be shocked you have a private jet."

"I don't have a private jet, but there are ways to get private flights, like this one."

I leaned my forehead against his and cupped his cheek. "Are you gonna ask me to join the mile high club?"

He hummed and then grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him. "Come sit on my lap."

"What are you up to? I was totally joking, Edward," I said as I stood and then moved so that he could pull me into his lap.

He grabbed one of the blankets from the seat next to us and covered me with it. I was wearing a flowy skirt and comfortable top that I'd changed into before we got on the plane because it was a long flight to be all dressed up. Edward pulled me back, so that I was resting on his chest. His breath fanned over the shell over my ear, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin, my stomach tightening when his hand skimmed over it.

"You have to be so quiet, tesoro. Can you do that?" he whispered.

I had no idea what he was talking about or planning, but I still nodded my head, agreeing to his command. His hands skimmed along my thighs, pulling my skirt up with them. I turned to look at him in surprise, and he kissed me, muffling my squeak when he slid his hands inside my panties. He groaned when he felt how wet and ready I was for him. He continued to kiss me, swallowing my little gasps when his finger glided along my slit and rubbed my clit. I lifted my hips to push into his fingers, needing more friction. I broke away from his lips and moaned loudly.

He shushed me and continued to rub my clit with his thumb and lingered at my entrance with his fingers. He covered my mouth with his other hand and then thrust his digits inside me. My squeal was muffled by my makeshift gag. Edward found a steady rhythm with his thumb and his fingers, and soon I was grinding my hips down into his hand, helping him on his mission to get me off. I was so lost to the pleasure that I was moaning and panting, not worrying about keeping quiet as he was covering my mouth.

"You're so beautiful like this. Your face flushed, a sheen of sweat from the exertion, your nipples standing at attention—begging for my touch—and your face twisted in pleasure. Look at me, la mia sporca bambina," he whispered.

I turned my head, looking at him over my shoulder. His hand covering my mouth slipped down to rest on my neck. I leaned forward to kiss him, and he responded, his free hand sliding up to grip my hair, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. Even though I was sitting on his lap, he was still taking every opportunity to remind me that he was in control. Our lips broke apart and I moaned again. "E-Edward."

"Are you gonna come, principessa? Drench my fingers with your cum. Let go, Bella."

Edward doubled down on his efforts, rubbing my clit and thrusting his fingers faster, trying to swiftly bring me to the edge. My legs started to shake, my stomach tightening, and my eyes rolled back in my head, my orgasm barreling over me. I convulsed in Edward's arms, and then once the wave receded, I relaxed against him. Edward pulled his hand from my heat and turned me on even more by licking his fingers clean. "Oh my god, you're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

"What? You taste good, so fucking sweet." He smirked, waggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and giggled, only to be interrupted by a yawn. His hand cupped my cheek. "Are you tired, principessa?"

"I've been exhausted for a while. A big orgasm is like a good sleeping pill," I said, kissing him chastely.

"Then go to sleep. If I need to get up I'll move you, but for right now, I'm just fine where I am." He righted the blanket so that I was covered and grabbed a pillow, resting it on his chest so that I could get comfortable lying on him. I lay down and soon fell asleep surrounded by warmth from him and the blanket.

EPOV

When I heard Bella's breathing even out, I knew she was passed out. I raked my hand through my hair and sighed. It was surreal to me that I was married. Less than a few months ago, I assumed that having a wedding, a wife, and a family was just not something I would ever have. I had started to make peace with it when Bella blew into my life and turned everything upside down. I was physically attracted to her the minute I saw her, and I wasn't the only one. But she was also so different from most women I had come across. She was confident and mature—and this was surprising to see from someone who was so much younger than me.

We still knew woefully little about each other—a fun game of twenty questions helped—but there were still things that I was learning about her, and she was learning about me. Regardless of all that, I saw us being able to make this work. My family didn't believe in divorce, and I was inclined to believe the same. My parents stayed together for years and were still relatively happy despite all my father's "extracurricular activities." I didn't see Bella and me doing the same thing to each other because I would never cheat on her. My moral compass was still intact enough that I could never do that to anyone, but even if I could, I was also so beyond sexually satisfied with Bella that there'd be no reason for me to look elsewhere.

Dem stumbled out of the back room and wanted to talk. I moved Bella from my lap to the seat next to mine. She barely stirred and I was glad that she slept so deeply sometimes. Standing, I followed Dem to the back room. "So, what's up?"

"I just wanted to go over the schedule so that I just know what is coming up."

We spent the next twenty minutes hashing out what our schedule might look like. Honestly there was no set itinerary. I wanted to see what Bella wanted to do. Our hotel was in Rome, but we could easily get to other cities quickly. I doubt she would want to hang out in the hotel room the whole time, but if that was what she wanted, then it would be what we would do. We didn't get to have a traditional wedding night though, so the minute I carried her ass over that threshold today, we would be celebrating like it still was. It would be about nine AM when we got to Italy because of the time difference.

Once I got done talking to Dem, I headed back to our seats. If I didn't get at least a small nap, I wouldn't be any good to anyone when we arrived. When I sat back down, Bella shifted her body toward mine, like she could sense I was near her. I laid both our seats back and pulled her as close to me as I could, falling asleep almost immediately.

~NDMN~

By the time we arrived at the hotel and got checked in, Bella was much more awake and alert. The only thing that kept me from mauling her in the elevator was the fact that Demetri was with us, and he had rolled his eyes at us twice already. I let him get away with it because we were being pretty obvious, but I really didn't care. Pressing his keycard into his hands, I told him I'd see him later tonight. I unlocked our door and pushed it open. I told Bella to wait at the door as I brought our luggage in and set it down on the floor. Then when I came back to the door, I picked her up bridal style, causing her to laugh and squeal. I carried her over the threshold then closed the door with my foot.

I sat her on the edge of the bed and grabbed the wine I'd requested that was already waiting in the room for us. Bella looked at me with her eyebrows furrowed. "Wine?"

"We're in Italy, principessa. This is the good stuff, straight from the vineyards."

She chuckled as she took the glass that I handed to her. "To us, ragazza. Mr. and Mrs. Cullen."

"Cin cin," she responded. Like always when she spoke in Italian, it turned me on. It didn't matter that her pronunciation wasn't perfect or that there was no accent. It was the fact that she was putting forth the effort to use it.

"So, technically we missed our wedding night, but I think that we can make up for lost time, starting right now."

"Oh you think so? I mean I'm not really tired, so I guess I better do my wifely duty to keep my man happy," she joked.

I took her wine from her and pushed her to lie down on the bed. "I think you should. Come on, ragazzina. Show me what you got."

She pulled me to the mattress too and straddled me. She slammed her lips to mine before pulling away again. "With pleasure."

With that, we started our real wedding night.

A/N: So, that went well right? Who thinks this is the calm before the storm? Leave a review and let me know what you think. Until later lovelies.