Hello everyone,

So, this will start a sexathon and it's the first part of the next 4 updates. After waiting sooo long to get this couple together I figured they deserved more than a quick romp in the sack. So, I hope you all enjoy the first part—I did, lol.

Also, because next week is Labor Day, Cutie will be updated over the weekend. Because that is a long time running story, the updates for my other stories will be delayed a few days.

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Bella watched the shadow of the fan blades whirl in rhythm across the ceiling. With a frustrated groan, she flopped onto her back and punched the pillow next to her head. What the hell had she been doing? Moments after committing herself to one of the most aggravating men in history, she'd pushed him away.

Yeah, okay, she'd done so with the purpose of protecting her heart. Damn beating organ in her chest dictating her love life, or lack thereof. How would it ever become more than this burning attraction if she kept him at arm's length? She didn't want to push him away, she wanted him here--with her, next to her, on her … Fuck.

She was going crazy—completely mad. Ever since her and Edward had taken those vows, she could hardly think of anything else. Every part of her craved his touch, his kiss, and the night they'd shared in that freaking tub was wreaking havoc on her senses.

Right now, her body was a blab of achy flesh.

Rolling to her side, she squeezed her legs together in an attempt to smother the burning need, yet the pulse only intensified. She inhaled a shaky breath contemplating what to do. She was tempted to slide her hand between her legs and satisfy the craving humming through her veins.

It was her fucking wedding night for fucks sake. It was her wedding night, and she lay here in this damn bed staring at her own ceiling. A flash fever claimed her. It was her unconventional wedding night, her body was weeping for the man down the hall, and she lay here alone … and it was all her fault.

A fucking breather? What the hell had she been thinking?

She didn't want a breather, she wanted the man down the hall. She'd heard him come in minutes ago, and it was taking all of her willpower to stay abed.

He'd said he was going to pay a visit to Charlie, and while she was dying to know what had transpired between her father and mafia lord, that wasn't why she wanted to go to him. She wanted this for herself. Too much had slipped through her fingers, and she never had the chance to live a normal life. She didn't want to add one more regret to the list. If she continued to lay here in the dark, letting her wedding night pass her by, she would regret it to the tips of her toes. It didn't matter why this wedding happened, what mattered now was how she chose to handle it.

Technically he was her husband. All she had to do was go down there and tell him she'd changed her mind.

What the hell was she waiting for?

Tossing her blankets back, she slid from the sheets and padded to the door.

What was she doing? Could she do this?

She absolutely could. She wasn't a coward.

Straightening her shoulders, and head held high, she wandered down the hall and nervously stared at his door. What would he think if she went inside?

She would never know if she didn't try, right?

Slowly, Bella turned the doorknob and pushed inside. The last thing she'd expected to find was Edward sitting in the center of his bed going through his phone. He was naked from the waist up, and Bella ate up every inch of exposed flesh above the sheet tucked around his waist. Eagerly, she traced the lines etching his abs, melting a little as she watched his pecs rise and fall with each indrawn breath.

As the door creaked open, Edward's gaze flashed to Bella. His skin prickled with awareness and the air between them snapped. "Did you need something?"

The impulse to leap from the mattress and carry her straight to his bed clobbered him. While there was nothing more he wanted than that woman laying naked on his sheets, he remembered her statement.

She wanted space, well he would give her that if it killed him.

His body responded under her lustful stare, however, his cock springing to attention. His heart thumped in his chest as he waited for her to answer his question.

She could say she didn't want him all she wanted, but the truth shone in her eyes. Actually, he was exaggerating because she'd never said she didn't desire him. If he went over there now and just pinned her against the wall, he doubted she would deny him. He wouldn't however. Their next escapade would be her decision and until then nothing more would happen.

When he'd climbed into bed an hour ago, he'd stripped down, liking the feel of silk sheets on his skin. Now as his cock hardened, Edward rested his hand over the tent it tried to pitch.

Y-yes," she nodded, fighting the urge to squirm. The wicked heat traveling through her belly sent a delicious ripple of sensation to her core. "I … ummm … ahhh. Well, I …"

Bella had never admitted she needed anyone, for anything. The prospect of needing Edward Cullen was a whole new concept—saying it aloud … shit. Fidgeting, she inched closer to the bed. "I just … well …"

Edward saw the wheels turning in her pretty head. By the way, she was fidgeting, he knew exactly what she wanted, but he wouldn't push her. Rolling his fingers with a wave of impatience, he prompted, "What do you want?"

Bella curiously glanced down toward his lap, hoping he would understand her meaning. The bastard just smirked back at her expectantly. "You aren't going to make this easy, are you?"

"No," Edward admitted, finally letting his own eyes wander down her length.

His blue eyes smoldered as they rose to meet hers. Her breasts tingled, her nipples hardening to begging peaks. Biting her lip, she glared back at him. "You are such a dick …"

"Imma dick?" Edward cackled, as a laugh ripped from his throat. "You, princess, wanted a breather. If you want something else now, you're going to have to say it."

"I should go back to my room." That's the last thing she wanted, but with that all-knowing smirk on his handsome face—she turned away from his bed and made it a whole foot away when strong arms locked around her waist.

When Edward realized Bella would leave versus stating her reason for being there, he'd flown from the bed so fast he hadn't bothered to put on his boxers. His aroused flesh was pressed against her ass, and there was no mistaking it—especially when he rolled his hips forward suggestively. Then, his mouth came to rest next to her ear. "What brought you to my room, wife?"

The whispered word sent a flash of heat sizzling through her veins. Since their farce of a marriage, neither had remarked on their current status. Hearing it now reawakened the need building in her gut, and without realizing it, she nuzzled closer to him, liking the feeling of his hot breath on her cheek.

Honestly, Bella never thought to hear him refer to her as such. Holy shit. Talk about an aphrodisiac. Nothing had ever sounded so sexy. Her voice came out in a husky whisper, "I-I want you to-to touch my pussy."

Time stood still. The world around them stopped spinning, and the air froze. Bella's heart stammered to a pause as she awaited his response. A series of shivers raked her form as his palm flattened against her belly.

Edward nuzzled her ear, breathing in her floral, sweet scent. His fingers played with the strings on her sweat pants as he found the hem of her shirt. With a feather-light touch, he teased the exposed slip of skin. "You want me to play with your pussy?"

"Yes." Bella was on the verge of combusting. Her cheeks were burning with a mixture of her audacity and frazzled nerves. Any minute she would just turn into a wisp of smoke and be gone forever. She leaned into him, absorbing the strength his embrace offered. "Yes, I want you to."

Edward was about to burst straight out of his skin. He'd never heard such sweeter words spoken aloud. Kissing her ear, he pushed her hair out of his way, letting his tongue slip inside the channel as he rocked his hips. His eyes rolled as her ass pressed back against his raging hardon. "Can I kiss your pussy?"

"Y-you wanna kiss it?" Bella wondered aloud. The thought of having Edward's talented tongue between her legs sent a tormented sigh escaping her throat, and a gush of warmth pooled in her panties.

"Fuck yes," he replied, his hands pushing at her sweat pants until they slipped down her hips. " I want my tongue so far inside I can feel your walls pulsing around it. Will you let me?"

Shuddering, she nodded no longer trusting herself to speak, she whimpered, "Mmhmm."

"You want to spread your legs for me, let me lick all that pretty pink until you come?" Edward groaned as her sweats slid down her thighs. Stepping back, his exploring gaze landed on her bare ass.

Isabella wore the silk thongs he'd bought online while shopping for her wardrobe. Yeah- he was a prick on his best days, but once in a while he did have a sliver of humanity and as the days slipped by with her in his residence there was no way he'd leave her without clothes. So what if he'd been fantasizing a bit while shopping.

Now, he thanked whatever God there was, or perhaps it had been the devil that had led him to buy them … either way, he was extremely grateful for having the foresight.

The tip of his finger trailed the silk until it dipped between her buttocks. Kissing her shoulder, he bit into the soft tissue. "Do you, princess? Do you want me to spread you wide and stick my tongue in that soft, moist pussy?"

Bella was a flaming mess. Each word was more tantalizing than the last and added to the friction starting to well within her. When she didn't immediately answer, he smacked her ass, and the sting bloomed across her buttocks. Gasping with surprise, Bella couldn't deny the current of lust that stabbed through her.

"Do you?" Edward was fighting the urge to bend her over the side of his bed and let his desire have full reign.

"Yes," she uttered breathlessly. Not one to be short-changed, Bella threw a look over her shoulder. Clearing the husk from her throat, pinned him with a hungry stare. "Can I suck your cock?"

He blinked rapidly back at her as he digested her question. His cock didn't have that problem, throbbing intensely as the prospect lingered between them. When he finally managed to pull his tongue from his throat, he pulled her back against him. "Princess, you can do whatever you want to me."

Hunger hummed through his veins, his body feverish with desire as he took her lips in a deep kiss. When she returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, he let his hands slip inside her shirt, cupping and kneading her breasts. Nipping her lips, he plucked at the stiff tips before one hand slid down her belly to the flimsy silk. Eagerly, he cupped her mound, mentally noting the wetness seeping through the material. "Your pretty little pussy is weeping for me. How long did you lay in that bed before you gave in to this greedy hunger?"

"Too long," Bella admitted, hissing when his cock came to rest against her ass. "How long were you gonna leave me in misery before putting out this fire?"

"Truthfully," Edward whispered, rubbing his length over her soft skin. "Probably wouldn't have made it another twenty-four hours."

Bella's brow lifted with intrigue as she thrust back into him. "You would've let me suffer another twenty-four hours?"

Edward pushed his fingers under her panties and skimmed her clit. Sucking her earlobe, he dipped his fingers lower to find her drenched. "Probably wouldn't have made it more than twelve at best."

"Oh, good," she hiccuped just before his fingers slipped into her wet center. She nuzzled into him, kissing along his jaw as he delved deeper, her breath shuddering. "Aaaaah, you are so good … oooo … don't stop."

Edward relinquished his hold long enough to pull her tank up over her head, leaving her bare to his touch. Impatiently, his hands slid over smooth skin and massaged her breasts. His animalistic growl rumbled as his arousal heightened. He felt like he was watching from another dimension as he sought to devour the elegant slope of her neck. "I'm not stopping … I'm not fucking stopping."

Bella's head fell back against Edward's shoulder as his smooth fingers caressed her breasts. It amazed her how soft his hand could be, yet the power he wielded was undeniable. Tipping her head to the side, she surrendered as he took her mouth roughly with his.

Desperately, she grasped the back of his neck, holding him to her. A humming sound filled her ears as Edward explored her body, discovering all of the curves and valleys before sinking between her legs. She heard a tearing before cool air licked her heated flesh as he ripped her panties off. Dazed with lust, Bella watched the material fall to the floor as a satisfied sigh escaped her throat. When he flicked her clit, he parted her sodden lips and she hissed as he dipped a finger inside.

Sucking her tongue, Edward released it with a pop. Groaning as need splashed through him, he arched into her ass, letting his cock slip across smooth skin. "Come get in bed, Isabella."

For the first time, Bella turned to face Edward, finding him inches away. Hungrily, she ate up every line of perfection, lingering on his cock. She would've reached for it, yet Edward caught her fingers and led her to the bed.

"Later, princess," Edward grunted, urging her on top of his comforter. He'd waited weeks to claim this woman, and now that the time was upon them, he wouldn't be distracted. Right now, he wanted to taste the honey between her legs. "I'm on a mission, and I am very eager to lick that delicate pussy—every inch of it."

Edward didn't have to coax her. Bella eagerly sat in the center, drinking in his aroused form. When he crawled toward her with the lithe moves of a panther on the prowl, she shivered with anticipation. Pride filled her as she lifted her hand to brush the hair from his forehead.

Not many people could say they could freely touch Edward Cullen—hell, no one could. Just the knowledge she had the leisure of doing so sent a new type of thrill through her.

His bruising fingers cupped her breasts as he captured her lips. Returning his kiss, Bella laid back against the pillows, smiling when Edward followed.

Edward hovered over her for a long minute before nudging her legs open. His knuckle drifted over her clit to her dewy center. Her juices glistened under the light, and his gaze caught hers. "Are you sure this is what you want? I'm about to devour every morsel. Tell me now, wife."

Bella's hips wiggled under his heated stare. She grazed the scruff on his cheek, whispering, "I told you not to stop. I haven't changed my mind."

"Thank, fuck," Edward mumbled, kissing his way over her belly, his heavy breath shuddered across her skin. Circling her belly button with the tip of his tongue, he chuckled slightly as she shimmied impatiently. "I'm getting there, baby. Promise."

Baby? He'd just called her baby. A sheen of tears blurred her vision. No one has ever spoken to her with such an endearment. This big, mean, fearless man caught her off guard. The man was sweeter than he realized. She was such a fucking goner.

How was she supposed to keep her heart separated from what was currently happening?

She swallowed the lump in her throat, whimpering as he proceeded down her body to settle between her thighs. When his breath skated over her achy flesh, her spine bowed, wanting the possession of his tongue. "Taste me, Edward. I'm about to go crazy with it."

"I shall leave you in suspense no longer, princess." Cupping her thighs, Edward parted her legs wider, he kissed each thigh before skimming her center with the tip of his nose. Isabella's throaty cry was music to his ears, and he could no longer withhold his enthusiasm.

Edward knelt between Bella's legs, his gaze surfing up her creamy, smooth skin until it crashed into her the oceanic waves of hers. Her head was nestled against his fluffy white pillows, her sapphire eyes glittering as she impatiently waited for his possession. His fingertips bit into her plump thighs, keeping her from wiggling her hips in invitation.

Inhaling deeply, his lashes dropped as her aroma filled his nostrils, beckoning him closer. The night they'd played in his room he'd tasted her, licked her fingers clean after she'd found her release. When he'd fingered her in that bathtub days ago, he'd felt her inner walls drawing on his fingers with greed that'd left him staggering. Now, however, he rested on his knees inches away from the creamy flesh he longed to taste.

Pressing a kiss to each thigh, he smiled when a low moan left her lips. "How bad do you want me, Bella?"

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