I am truly sorry that I have not updated in the past few days. Things have been hectic.
Bold Italics is Edward's flashbacks.
Bella's dress is on my profile.
Disclaimer: All characters and the Twilight Saga itself belong to Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any songs in this story. I also do not own Bella's dress.
Previously
"Isabella Marie Swan, my only love. You are the Object of my Affection. My penguin; I have searched over ninety years for you, and I have you now. I don't want to waste another minute. You are my life, now and forever. Will you marry me?" I questioned her while searching her face for an answer.
Bella's Lullaby was still playing in the background and the ring was still open for her to gaze at it.
One word, one measly word made my dead heart just about burst with joy. One word made my world become even more perfect than possible. One word made me jump up and slide that ring onto Bella's left ring finger, then begin covering her tear-stained face with kisses.
"Yes."
Chapter 3
Sex On Fire – Kings Of Leon
Lay where you're laying,
Don't make a sound,
I know they're watching,
They're watching.
All the commotion,
The kiddie like play,
Has people talking,
Talking.
You,
Your sex is on fire.
Dark of the alley,
The breaking of day,
Head while I'm driving,
I'm driving.
Soft lips are open,
Them knuckles is pale,
Feels like you're dying,
Your dying.
You,
Your sex is on fire,
And so,
Were the words to transpire.
Hot as a fever,
Rattling bones,
I could just taste it,
Taste it.
But it's not forever,
But it's just tonight,
Oh we're still the greatest,
The greatest,
The greatest.
You,
Your sex is on fire,
You,
Your sex is on fire.
And so,
Were the words to transpire.
And you,
Your sex is on fire,
And so,
Were the words to transpire.
It is the thirteenth of July. One more month—Bella and I had decided that Alice, since she was planning our wedding, would have enough time putting together a wedding with her wild but loving personality, if the wedding was on August thirteenth. That's all I have to wait until Bella is ultimately and certainly mine. For the rest of our interminable and indefectible life. Like Alice always foresaw, Bella is going to attain precisely what she longs for.
Eternal life as a blood-lusting creature. If everything goes exactly as planned, that is. Because for all we know, the mysterious liquids that Charlie had once injected into her blood stream—which turned her into a venom-drinking being—could somehow spawn mayhem and possibly end her life—which would also be ending my life, considering I am never going to live without her more than I already have.
While I was reflecting on how my existence has changed since I proposed to Bella, my introspection almost immediately became focused on one night. The night I can bethink so.....distinctively. The moment at Twilight that was roughly more superior than when Bella had accepted my proposal. In the darkness, when Bella caused me so much ecstasy that I felt as if I could actually die from exuberance.....if not for the fact that solely being sexually aroused, and then having release can not kill anybody; not even a fragile being such as a human, therefore, it could surely not do away with me.
"Edward?" I peered down at the radiant woman whom was positioned on my lap. Bella was fumbling with the end of her beige-colored shirt; and hiding her face with a curtain of hair, but I could still smell the blood that was rushing to her face. I smiled.
"Yes, Beloved?" I answered her quietly. When she didn't say anything, I gently cupped her chin with my hand and pulled her face upwards. Her brown, beautiful eyes avoided mine and her hair fell down to her back.
"Bella, what are you thinking about?" I questioned her again while bending down and letting my sweet, cold breath run across her skin causing her to shiver in what I suspected to be delightedness.
After a brief silence, she spoke, "Er, w-well, I want to t-try something...if you don't mind...."
She finally gazed into my eyes and I nodded mutely. I watched as she slid off of my lap—we were sitting on the black, leather couch in our room—and re-located herself on the ground; her knees were on the floor, her hands were resting on my jean-covered thighs, and her eyes were glistening in lust. Lust for me.
I felt my eyebrows pull down in disorganization, but otherwise, I didn't stop Bella when her trembling hands slid all the way up to the small zipper on my black jeans. Realization soon sank in and when it did, my hands snatched hers away from my pants.
She gasped loudly as my hands made contact with hers, and the blush that was almost beginning to fade came back instantly.
I swallowed deeply, abolishing myself of the venom that was pooling inside my mouth; the venom was gathering in my mouth, not only because Bella's blood is divine, but also because the thoughts of Bella undoing my pants, sliding my pants and boxers down, taking my unmistakable arousal into her snug, pleasing mouth. These thoughts were not appropriate but I could not control myself.
Bella glimpsed up at me from under her dark, alluring eyelashes. I tried to avert my eyes from hers, but then they were drawn to her lips. The full, blossom-colored lips.
If the outgrowth in my pants weren't noticeable before, it indubitably is now.
"Please, Edward?" I looked at Bella, but didn't respond. She continued, "I just....I just want to know if I'll be able to please you. We both know I'm inexperienced."
Her eyes were beginning to water. Her bottom lip was wobbling. I couldn't say no to her. I didn't want to say no to her.
I sighed heavily.
"Not here on the couch. It doesn't feel allowable. We can continue on the bed," I responded.
I stood up, gripped Bella's small hand, and began leading her to the bed.
Of course, we did not have intercourse. But Bella and I learned a lot about each other's bodies. I discovered that just a touch from my cold fingers to her warm center was enough to make her moan out of pleasure. When my tongue comes into contact with her network of nerves, she responds by throwing her head back, bucking her hips, and tangling her hands into my messy hair. And we both found out that when she runs a nail down my length, my senses are more keen than human senses; therefore, I gain more pleasure, and I have to restrain myself from thrashing around and ripping everything to shreds. When her mouth envelop around me, all the warmth coming from her shoots through my body, making little shock waves throughout my body.
"Edward?" I snapped out of my thoughts and turned my attention to Bella, who was standing at our bedroom door with a smile on her face. Bella had on a silky, blue spaghetti-strap dress with silver high heels.
She looked so...innocent and....fragile. But I knew better than that. She could annihilate me if she really wanted to.
"Right. We have to get going or we're going to miss our dinner reservations."
Swiftly, I got up and started walking towards Bella with a smirk on my face. I picked her up and swung her over my shoulder. She started laughing and hitting my back as I walked us downstairs and through the living room.
Before I placed her down on the ground, I gave her ass a light tap and then laughed when she squealed. I set her down.
"I bet you can't catch me," she said, sticking her chin up in air causing her chest to puff out. I raised an eyebrow and laughed again.
I responded, "Oh, really, now?" She nodded, "Well, okay then. Let's have a race. First one to reach the car outside wins."
I watched as she turned around and began running toward the door in her high heels. Her hips swayed with seduction and my eyes were immediately drawn to her bottom as she moved. I ran forward—with human speed—as she opened the door. I breathed in her delicious aroma, but I noticed something was off with the scent.
There was a...musky, woodsy scent to it. It made me disgusted. I put a scowl on my face, but it instantly vanished when I heard a terrified scream outside.
A scream that belonged to Bella.
I darted forward—thankfully the door was still open, Esme would have killed me when the family got back from Vancouver if I broke through it—and I realized why the smell was off.
A barely breathing werewolf was laying on the driveway, covered in blood.
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---J