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"Edward?"
He turned around at her soft voice, and gasped.
She was standing in the door to his studio, naked. Her hair was falling in dark waves down her shoulders, and her eyes were fiery.
She was holding two glasses of red wine.
"I thought this might help you relax," she said. "You seemed so tense at dinner."
Edward's mind was reeling.
Paint her.
Make love to her.
She'd never done anything so… daring.
He swallowed.
Bella came in, slowly walking to him. She was more than beautiful, she was exquisite, divine.
"Baby…" He touched her hipbone, remembering too late that his fingers had bits of paint on them. There was a small, yellow spot on her flawless skin when his hand moved further, stroking over her thigh and to her buttock, leaving a trail of colour.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
She didn't move, just smiled enigmatically.
"Would you like a sip?" she asked, slightly raising one glass of wine.
"Would I… Do you know what I want?"
He took both glasses from her and placed them on the table, next to his palette. His pointer finger seemed to move without his volition, dipping into the blue.
Bella was watching him, curious but patient.
He drew a heart above her heart, feeling and seeing her shudder under his touch.
"Are you cold?"
She shook her head, her eyes never leaving his.
"But it looks like you're cold."
His finger made a line to her right breast.
"I'm not."
He saw her swallow. He saw the glint in her eye.
His hand left a pale mark of blue on her stomach.
"I think I'd like some pink," she said.
"Where?"
"Here."
Blushing, she pointed to her nipple.
"It's already pink, love."
"Pinker, then."
He returned to his palette and squeezed some white into the red.
"Like this?"
He held up his finger.
"Yes."
Her nipples stiffened under his touch, which made him stiffen in response.
"Do you have any idea how erotic this is?" he asked.
"Do you have any idea how much I want to do the same to you?" she echoed.
"What do you mean?"
"Take off your clothes," she said. Seeing him swallow, she added, "please?"
She watched him as he got rid of his T-shirt and pants, raising her eyebrows when he hesitated before removing his underpants.
Stepping to the table, she raised a tube of paint.
"This stuff is expensive, isn't it?"
"Fuck it," Edward replied.
He moaned when her fingers made his abdomen yellow.
"You're beautiful," she whispered as her finger circled his bellybutton.
"I'm not. You are."
He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they began to kiss. It was hungry and frenzied and sexy, and he groaned when her breasts pressed against his chest. He could feel her, wet and warm, on his stomach.
"Edward…" Breathless words against his lips. "I want you… I love you… "
He set her down on his worktable and shoved everything out of the way. The glasses of wine fell and their content ran in red droplets down the table and on the wooden floor. Taking her in, he almost growled. She was superb, all dainty white and bright colours. His very own canvas.
Fingers explored and teased, sighs and whispers mixed. He sucked and licked, revelling in her sweet taste, and she shuddered in response. She was a miracle, a naked miracle, spread out before him.
Bella's fingers gripped his shoulders as she welcomed him, slick hotness enveloping him. Her eyes were open and she watched him with a wild and predatory look, breathing his name.
When their passion found its peak, she clung to him and he came apart. It was their very own little heaven.
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