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BPOV:

I stare at him blankly-unsure of what to say. I know very well what I want to say, but my lips do not form the words. What would he like most to hear? I can tell that he wants to join me very much, but if I allow him to… to join me in these waters, what would happen next? Would he take advantage? I hope he does. I would allow him anything as long as I was certain he would not recognize me. What would he think if he knew the truth? Perhaps he would not care. I am just another body to him-after all. If I am just flesh to him-just a means to a release-what does it matter if I allow him to make love to me again? If he has not recognized me already, I doubt he ever will. With that thought in mind, I give him a small nod.

He strips down, and I cannot help but stare. His body is glorious-so beautiful that it could inspire paintings and sculptures. His skin gleams in the twilight-as we see the very last of the sun for today. I lick my lips, unable to control myself around him. My body sings for him, wanting desperately to feel him rocking inside of me as he searches for his release all while bring me to mine. I want to kiss every inch of him. I want to feel his contoured muscles beneath my lips-against my frame. I want another slice of the heaven his body provides me.

As soon as he is completely nude, he joins me in the water. Part of me is offended that he does not recognize me from the brothel-he took my virginity, after all. Perhaps he has been with so many women, I am just another face to him, blurred with the faces of all the other women he has taken to his bed. I frown at the thought. I do not want to be just another woman to him, but I know I will never be anything more.

As he comes closer to me-drifting out into the deeper water-his eyes widen with recognition. While my eyes widen in apprehension. I pray he recognizes me from the brothel, and not from his estate. I flush with embarrassment at the thought of him recognizing me as one of his servants. As soon as he is close enough to reach me, he pulls me against his body-our skin rubbing together underneath the cool water.

"I do recognize you, little one," he says, awe resonating in his tone. He pauses for a moment, his gaze flickering from my eyes to my lips and finally, to my breasts, before he continues. "Do you recognize me?"

I am not sure what to say… not sure what I should do. While I have read so many romantic stories and imagined a few of my own, I feel so utterly clueless when it comes to men. He is not one of the fictitious men I have grown to love from the pages of my many books… he is real and he wants me. Or at least, wants me in this very moment. Perhaps I can live out my fantasy again… just for a little while. The night I gave Edward my innocence was the most pleasurable moment of my life. Not because of the physical intimacy between us-well, not only because of that-but because that night was the first "adventure" I have ever had. The first time I allowed myself to truly live; the first time I felt truly happy. Why deny myself another day of that happiness? God knows it is rare.

"I recognize you," I admit softly. "You found me at…" I trail off, a bright blush coloring my cheeks.

"At Charlotte's," he helpfully supplies. "You were the most beautiful girl there."

He smiles at me, and I wonder if he gives the same smile to many other girls. I wonder if all of his lines are the result of a previous study. I decide that I do not care. I do not care if I am just a game to him; I do not care if he uses me. For I am using him as well. He wants a warm, willing body, and I want a few hours of happiness. I need the escape.

I smile at him and wrap one of my arms around his neck, enjoying the way his unruly, copper hair tickles my skin. "Why did you choose me?"

His brows raise at my question. "I should be asking you why you choose me, little one. I was your first, after all. Was I not?"

I have to look away as embarrassment overwhelms me. He gently grabs my chin and tilts my head so I have to meet his gaze.

"Whatever your reason, I am honored that you choose me."

Honored. He was honored… My eyes widen as I look at him. He was honored to be my first. What a strange thought, indeed. I am no one. Who would be honored to do anything with me? Especially a man such as him. It is inconceivable.

"You must have enjoyed yourself," Edward continues with a roguish smile as he leans back and pulls me more tightly against his frame. We drift in the water and on top of his muscular body, I feel like I am flying. "You did follow me back to my estate after all."

I still against his body. He does not recognize me then. I always felt as though he saw right through me, even when I was right in front of him-I suppose I was right. I was not important enough to notice. And now he only notices me because he thinks me a whore. My eyes burn. I can live with this. The pain I will surely endure later is worth this small slice of happiness. If I don't reach out and grab happiness now, I might never have the chance to do so again.

"I found this pond by chance," I reply. It is not a lie. I did find it by chance a long time ago.

"Did you? Are you certain you did not want more of me?"

He is arrogant-but he has always been arrogant. I suppose someone as attractive and well-off as he is can afford to act however he wishes. It is not as if he has ever experienced a shortage of women vying for his attentions. Just the thought of witnessing another season of balls and parties makes my stomach lurch. The thought of watching him dance with other women… the thought of him trying to find a wife… I shake that thought from my head and decide to focus on the present.

"What if I did come because I wanted more?" I ask, surprising myself by the confidence in my voice.

"Well, I could easily grant your wish if that were the case."

We drift into more shallow water and Edward stands to his full height, lifting me up in his arms so my legs can wrap easily around his waist. From the waist up, I am exposed to his gaze, while everything else remains hidden under the murky water of the pond. I can feel his considerable length hard and pressing into the flesh of my thigh. I moan against his lips before he presses them against mine, kissing me until I forget about everything that was troubling me mere moments before.

"Do you want this, little one?" he questions as soon as he breaks our kiss.

I rest my forehead against his shoulder before nodding against his wet skin. One of his hands grabs me from behind, propping me up, while the other stays wrapped around my waist. He kisses me once more before he lowers my body onto his length. I throw my head back with a moan as I adjust to the size of him. He feels wonderful and I wonder how I'll fare when I do not have his body at my disposal.

He kisses me again before pulling back out and thrusting into me. Again. And again. And again. I am so lost in the moment, so lost in the feel of him, that my orgasm surprises me. I barely notice it is approaching until my core begins to pulse and my muscles go soft as the pleasure courses through my veins.

"Isabella," he moans before he reaches his orgasm.

Hearing him say my name shakes me to my core. And before I know it, I am reaching another climax, crying out for him as my Earth shatters for a moment and time seems to stand still. After we are finished, Edward continues to hold me in his arms. I lay my head against his shoulder and listen to the sounds coming from the forest: the faint echoes of birds chirping, leaves rustling, and trees swaying in the wind. It is dark and I cannot imagine how late it must be. My parents will soon worry-that is, if they realize I am gone at all.

"Were you truly here by chance? Or had you really searched for me?"

"I came by chance."

"Do you live nearby then?"

Should I lie? If I told him the truth-that I did live nearby-he would probably assume I lived in town near the brothel. What harm would come from another white lie?

"I do. I stumbled across the pond and thought it looked like a pleasant diversion."

He smiles at my answer. "Well, you're welcome to it anytime you please. No one ventures out this far into the woods. While this meadow is beautiful, I am certain that few know it is here." He pauses for a moment, and traces my full bottom lip with his finger. "Why don't you meet me here, beautiful? This can be our special spot."

My brows raise at his suggestion. He wants more from me? I know he cannot offer me much, but this is more than I ever expected from him. I could meet him here… I could pretend that my life is different for a few hours each day.

"You could meet me here at dawn?" I suggest, knowing that will give me plenty of time before I must be at the estate.

"At dawn," he replies, before brushing his lips against mine.