WRITTEN FOR — JM Shaw (AKA WitchyVampireGirl)

PROMPT USED — Don't You Wanna Stay by Jason Aldean and Kelly Clarkson

CHAPTER 4: GOODBYE

His lids fell shut, hot tears burning behind them as he tightened his hold on her. Capturing her lips between his, he poured every last bit of his love into the kiss, while hoping more than anything that she didn't sense the goodbye in his movements.

Her body molded into his as she opened her mouth, tasting, and teasing him until they were left gasping for breaths. Even when she pulled away, he didn't let her go far, pressing soft kisses along the corner of her mouth.

When he pressed his forehead to hers, she didn't open her eyes, as if it'd push away the reality that neither wanted to face. Instead, her hands slid over his shoulders and lower until they reached the hem of his shirt. He let her pull it over his head before reaching out to unbutton hers.

The world fell away as they undressed each other — nothing else existed, nothing could penetrate the world they lost themselves in, the one they shared only with each other.

When Bella finally opened her eyes, the intensity blazing in his green ones sent a ripple of desire curling down her spine. His mouth travelled across her chest, kissing, nipping, soothing until she was writhing in his lap. She could feel her need for him quickly spiraling out of control, so she pulled his face back up to hers, kissing him long and deep.

His hands rested on her waist, as she moved over him. Her slick warmth slid against his hardened flesh. A groan slipped past his mouth, his hips bucking up to meet hers. Bella couldn't wait any longer either. She breathed deeply and gripped his length in her palm, giving him a firm stroke before slowly lowering herself onto him. Her mouth fell open in a gasp as she felt her walls stretch until he was completely buried within her.

"You feel so perfect," he rasped, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts as she started to move over him.

She moaned when his thumbs circled her taut nipples. "Perfect," she echoed through a gasp, bracing her hands against his shoulders to pick up her pace.

His breathing was ragged as he watched her sink down on him, losing herself in her pleasure with her head thrown back in wild abandon. He swiveled his hips, matching her rhythm, and felt the tension coiling, building, surging through him.

Too much . . . too soon.

He didn't want it to end so soon. He wanted to savor her.

Squeezing her waist, he stopped her movement. Holding her in place, he sat up, so they were nose to nose.

"Slowly, Bella," he murmured, his fingers ghosting up and down her spine. "I want to make this last. Let's take it slow, love."

Her eyes were wide as she nodded. Moisture welled up in them, but she didn't let the tears fall. This wasn't the time to give in to grief. In this moment, all she wanted to do was love her husband . . . to fill a lifetime of love in the little time they'd been granted.

She stayed still, just looking into his eyes for a few moments, until the pressure became too much to bear. He let her go, leaning back on one hand, as she started to move again, slow and steady this time. His free hand roamed over every inch of her skin he could reach, unwilling to lose contact even for a second.

Their hearts pounded in a painful, jagged rhythm, saying things neither had the courage to voice.

I love you.

.

Don't go.

.

I can't live without you.

.

I don't want to lose you.

.

I have no choice.

.

Her rhythm faltered, growing choppier as she felt herself drawing closer and closer to the peak of her pleasure. He lifted his hips, meeting hers with deep thrusts, groaning long and low and driving them both toward the sublime high of fulfillment they found only in each other.

He pulled her down until his lips could capture her pebbled nipple. His tongue swirled around her sensitive flesh before he gave it a gentle tug with his teeth, giving her just what she needed to fall off the edge. His name escaped her lips in a breathless moan as she found her release. Her walls clenched and quivered around him, bringing him to sweet ecstasy with her.

Her body heaved with short, sharp breaths, collapsing against his as they rode out the waves of their high together. She draped herself over his chest, wrapping her arms tight around his neck.

"Don't leave me."

She whispered the words into his skin, her voice muffled, but the pain behind it wasn't. He held her closer.

"I'm here, Bella."

The soft whoosh of her breath ghosted over his skin, and he let his eyes fall close.

When he opened them again, it was an hour past midnight. He looked down at the woman in his arms, her face devoid of any hint of anxiety in slumber.

He inhaled deeply, drawing in the soft scent of her, and released it with a shuddering sigh. With utmost care, he shifted her body onto the bed. She stirred slightly, and her grip on his hand tightened, drawing the knife deeper into his chest.

For her, he reminded himself. He had to do this for her.

She didn't understand the kind of callousness that lived inside Aro Volturi. Or maybe she did . . . that's why she wanted to protect him from it.

And he was trying to protect her.

Only one of them could succeed.

He leaned in to press his lips to her forehead. He lingered there for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut, branding the memory right into his soul. Calling on every last bit of the strength he possessed, he made himself pull away.

Edward didn't allow himself to look back as he walked out of the room, knowing that, if he did, he'd never be able to find the courage to leave her again.

He quickly pulled on a T-shirt and a hoodie over it. He took a moment to grab what he needed from the other room. Tugging the hood onto his head, he started to make his way out of the house.

Stumbling around in the dark while trying to be quiet was something he had practice with in his past life, but he realized that it was one habit that'd bitten the dust when he smacked his foot into the center table in their living room. Whatever was lying on it also fell to the ground with a muted thud. A muttered curse slipped from his mouth, while he prayed that Bella would not be roused by the noise.

He held his breath as he waited for a moment, half-expecting her to storm out of the room.

But she never did.

With a sigh, he leaned down to retrieve the fallen object. He turned the flashlight on his phone on to see that it was Bella's handbag on the floor, a few of its contents having fallen out. He quickly stuffed the items back in, pausing curiously when his hand encountered an unfamiliar envelope.

A/N:Two more to go now.

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