Chapter 16

A Heated Honeymoon, Part 1

Renesmee's POV

The wedding had gone better than I ever would have thought possible, we slept all the way on the plane; and when we reached the small villa, coated in the slowly approaching sunset glow, it was just as we remembered it. We settled our things down into the giant white room but I was already starting to feel a little queasy, knowing that if I was going to have my way, which was more than likely; then this room was going to get very messy throughout the course of the night.

But Gino had expressed concerns about this part of the honeymoon; though he had promised me a real one, he had worries of me possibly falling pregnant – after all his mind digging abilities allowed him to see how fast my mom's pregnancy had developed and he had no intention of wanting that to happen to me at such a young chronological age. But sex was defiantly on the plan though we were going to play it safe and use protection.

The trip had been long and we decided for starters to begin our honeymoon with a small bite to eat; but it was human food on the menu this time, a small plate of beef stir-fry and drinks. After doing the dishes I showed Gino around the cottage, since last time my dad didn't permit him passed the front door; as the afternoon waded we walked around the island and took an afternoon nap in the sand.

I finally felt at peace, nothing was going on – no drama, no schedule, no war – just lazing about in the warm sun, wrapped in Gino's muscular arms. Together and alone at last, we each began to see a side of ourselves that we had never seen before; to finally have the freedom to be what we were with no one around to disturb us, and not even Alice could spy on us. A massive weight had been dropped from our shoulders; Ambrogio and I were completely free to do as we pleased.

The sun had only just set when we began to wake up.

Curling my fingers through my husband's long brown hair, I asked, "So what do you want to do first?"

He sighed, "I don't know, maybe a little moonlit swim before we commit the deed." He teased, with his long fingers stroking my back and kissing my hair.

Gino carried me back to the white room, placing me down on the bed he kissed me so passionately, as he had never done before; for a moment I thought he had completely forgotten about the swim. I was almost breathless as he smiled, I sat up and looked at him for it was all I could and wanted to do.

"I've never seen you like this, Gino." I sighed.

He smiled brightly, "No one has ever seen me like this because I have never been as happy as I am right now."

Moments later and Gino removed his shirt, grabbing my hands he pulled me in close; placing my hands on his chest, my fingers ran up and down his body as I leaned up and kissed him.

"I could use a few moments alone... just a few." My nerves were becoming less confident.

Gino smiled my favourite crooked smile. "I'll be waiting, Mrs. Voltago."

Gino brushed back my hair as I headed for the suitcase, I was expecting him to be waiting for me but as I turned around he had left; I sighed, scurrying through the luggage and seeming utterly lost as to what Alice had packed me because sadly there was absolutely nothing that wasn't too revealing, nothing for me to dangerously flirt in. But I soon changed that; I went into the bathroom to undressed, clothing myself with a bright gold full body swim suit that Alice had packed – only I made a few adjustments, making it into a bikini, then I placed a towel over the top.

Looking in the mirror I posed a little, making sure I was happy with what I had done, and then I finally swiftly scurried through the oasis down to the water front only not to find Gino in the water; I turned to the left and found him under the dark shade of the trees, in nothing but silver thigh length shorts.

I could see I was teasing Gino with a smile as I removed my towel, tracing my fingers down his arm; I took hold of his hand and led him into the water – it wasn't long before the remaining sun had completely gone from the sky, now the stars and the full moon were our only light. We stopped when the water reached as high as our waists, we then played for a little while; the water rippled so warmly against our skin – staring at each other – for the first really, I allowed my hands to feel freely around the smooth plains of Gino's muscular chest.

The ocean was so calmingly warm, it was almost unnoticeable, but still it was nowhere near as warm as the gaze Gino's eyes held; his golden eyes made it seem as though he had seen an angel – for maybe that's what I was to him, because he certainly was one to me. Splashing around in the water's waves, we had no problem seeing in the shining moonlight; we played together with some nearby dolphins, and had such an incredible experience, but it would be nowhere near as incredible nor as pleasurable as the experience of physically making the marriage official.

As I made my way onto the sand, I gazed astoundingly as Gino emerged out of the water; against the moonlight this silvery skinned angel, with water trickling down his stomach, came to me, smiling so beautifully it was almost torturing to have never seen this side of him before. The side I had been longing to see ever since I first fell in love with him; seeing this in my dreams gave him no credit, but to witness it now... it was a wonder how I managed to survive without it.

The feeling I was having at this point in time had gone long passed romantic – now I was drowning my sanity with an insatiable sexual desire as my hands massaged down his sides.

"Are you ready for this, Renesmee?" he asked, with a wickedly charming smile on his face but with sincere concern in his eyes.

I kissed his collar bone, "More than you know, Ambrogio."

I smiled and without saying another word, I giggled as he fluently lifted me up in his arms as if I weighed no more than a feather; I sat in the comfort warmth of the bed of white satin, impatiently waiting to consume our love for one another in such a pleasure I had never felt before. Gino had the honour of going first; as he came back from the bathroom, Gino nestled himself on top of me and began to unlace his shorts. But in a sudden stroke of panic I grasped his arm.

"Gino, wait... I'm... I'm scared. I'm scared it'll hurt." At that point it seemed ridiculous that I should be the one who wanted to back out, since I was the one who wanted to do it.

But he smiled at my innocence, comforting my neck with his hand; he laid me down and whispered into my ear. "Don't be. I promise, I'll go easy... but please just warn me if I start to hurt you."

Calmed by the softness of his sable brown hair through my fingers, and the firm and warmth of his skin; Ambrogio began and was true to his word. As the springs underneath the bed began to creak louder and louder, my new husband's feel was delicate, his lips were soft and his motion was completely tender; I moaned at every sweet clench of his teeth and ever pulsating push of his lips against my own. Things really began to heat up as I constricted my legs around his waist; I encouraged and clawed at his back, Ambrogio was so strong – the bed and canopy were now shaking violently, as were the pictures on the walls, and even the lamps on the bedside tables. One of the best moments was how occasionally and pleasurably I felt blood seeping through my neck as my dark angel drew blood from intense kisses; his tongue massaged the wounds as they healed, at least neither of us was venomous.

Immediately, under every ounce of strength I didn't even knew I had, I forced Gino onto the bed beneath me; panting and moaning heavily in satisfaction with a faint blood stained smile, as I understood completely when I drew Gino's blood from his own neck – the taste was unbelievably sweet and satisfying... I always knew that Ambrogio was my singer.

Undoubtedly, that night had been the best of my life; I had never truly experienced life to fullest, not until I had endured the absolute satisfaction of blood and sex. I awoke the next morning, in the comfort of my husband's arms; seeing his sunlit glow, and the dazzling contentment shine of his smile, I knew he had enjoyed that night just as much as I did.