Edward couldn't believe how his resolution had faltered, all just from seeing her, Bella, unclothed…he was really seeing her now. The moon light painted itself along the length of her side, clinging especially to the swell of her curves; it was a crime for these parts of her to be so rounded, so soft and vulnerable. He shut his eyes into a frown of agony and removed him self from in front of her to go replace her position in front of the window.
He was so sure that he wouldn't give in to her, but who was he fooling, he always gave her what she wanted, even if what she wanted was completely insane, irrational, naïve, suicidal; he was about to go off on an extensive list of words, mainly to distract him self of the beautiful girl, his wife, and her body so exposed and … he groaned, once more, in torment for letting him self slip back into those thoughts, 'back with the word list,' he commanded to him self.
Bella had seen it, despite the fact that he tried to hide it, she'd seen it any way: that look in his eyes when he saw her body. She smiled because she was seventy percent sure that she would have him tonight. She quietly crossed the carpet over to him hoping to be undetected; of course he could hear her every move.
"Bella," He said in a questioning and callous voice full of caution.
She didn't respond, she was inches from his back now, and he could feel her heat radiate off of him in thick, murderous waves.
'Where should I put my hands?' She thought to her self. The answer flamed in her mind, but she decided to be good and place them on his stiff . . . shoulders instead.
"Edward," she whispered into his ear with the same tone he'd given her "I want you to turn around and look at me like that again."
'Got damn, nothing gets pass her!' He cursed to himself, 'and her voice is so inviting, almost as inviting as that warm succulent body . . . dear God . . . have mercy on me.'
"You don't know what you're asking for?" the words barely escaped his clenched teeth.
"Is that so? Well why don't you show me then?" She brought his hand up to her face and slid his index finger in her warm moist mouth, then gently pulled it back out.
He emitted a deep rippling groan from inside his stony chest.
"Don't you want to compare that with something else?"
He cast his eyes down on her barely managing to keep them locked on her eyes. He mouthed words but wasn't sure what to say: No? Yes? Well… certainly not the former. Edward began to realize that he would not win this battle because he could no longer deny that he wanted Bella just as much as she wanted him.
As if searching for permission he carefully let his eyes escape from hers and once more marvel at the body that he'd never seen before.
'Are they all this beautiful underneath clothes?' he thought to himself. Surely not, for she was something special, she had to be, just by the way that she smelled and the soundness of her mind. Bella was right, he need not look at the situation as vampire and human girl anymore, but husband and wife, and this was their honeymoon. After all, he did say that he didn't want to ruin any right of passage that her human life required. This was one of them, and he would gladly grant it for her.
He realized that he had the strength to be close with Bella all along and it was simple: he would not hurt Isabella Cullen…because he loved her, more than anything in the world, she was his life now.
At that thought he smiled a near maniacal smile down at her, it was crooked, and tempting the same one she'd fallen in love with ever since he first spoke to her in Biology.
She looked puzzled at the sudden change in his demeanor
"What is it?"
"I have realized something: you're right. I do need to have more faith in my self," he whispered. "I could never hurt you," he laughed to himself at how easy the situation had turned, "because I love you. I would endure a thousand times the burning pain of when I smell, or taste you," he crooned, "than to ever have the strength to kill you . . . you are my heart."
An unexpected tear came to her eye, she blinked in surprise.
Edward continued to marvel at her, then suddenly bared his teeth and crouched into an animalistic stance.
Bella's breath caught at the action, "w-what are you doing?" her voice slightly trembling.
His eyes bore into hers, full of a different kind of hunger that she'd never seen before, he chuckled then said in a defeated sigh,
"Giving you what you want."