Chapter 17

A Heated Honeymoon, Part 2

Ambrogio's POV

Last night had been the most incredible night of my entire existence, and very well might be for the rest of my life; even my wildest fantasies of Renesmee could not compare. My love for Renesmee had never been so exulted – the taste of her blood, the complete embrace of her body was like I had touched heaven for the very first time... but only now I could never be happy with normal experiences of earth, I was trapped in the grip of a heaven sent angel and I could never go back.

In the piercing light of the dawn, I smiled as she slowly awoke in my arms; with her eyes still shut, she brushed her hands up against my jaw and lightly pecked my lips. Soothing across my mouth, I sucked the tip of her thumb to savour the last splash of blood before looming down on her; pushing Renesmee's head back into the pillow to fully catch the embrace of her fragrant lips.

"Hmmm, good morning, my desert blossom." I murmured.

Kissing her once again, her grip lingered on my bottom lip before reluctantly letting go and smirking softly, "Morning, my dark angel."

I tried to roll over to give her some air only her hands would not let me go; instead of taking my offer for fresh air, she snuggled up to me and preferred to smell my natural perfume. I lowered my head to her chest, my ear was just above her heart but I smiled as her fingers massaged through my hair; Renesmee then dryly laughed as she saw the state of the bed canopy above us – the bed head had a few dents and scratch marks, a few of the lamps had fallen from the bedside tables, and I could feel the bed frame had a slight bend in the wood – some had even chipped from the pressure against it.

"Is it bad?" I asked.

She giggled, "Um, considering it was a hybrid and not a vampire that done it; I would say it was lucky." Renesmee then shook her head happily, "It was incredible, Gino. You were incredible."

Raising my head, I lifted a lock of Renesmee's hair just to check her neck; but thankfully there were no bite marks, they were all completely healed as though it had never happened. "Not so bad yourself, Nesmee." I joked, before she buried my face into her chest again.

I was most contented to see that I had satisfied Renesmee's lust just as well as she did mine.

That morning we didn't bother to go to the mainland to hunt, Renesmee – in our freedom – was unable to restrain herself from her true feelings; she refused to let me go... or even to get out of bed. We made love that morning, feasting on each other's blood, as we remembered it was just as invigorating and thrilling as before; I never realised just how desperate Renesmee had wanted me, and now that we were married I was free to give myself up to her.

And I loved her so much, I hardly refused the opportunity; it was not until one in the afternoon that we decided to stop having sex after the bed canopy had completely collapsed.

There were still plenty of other things to do, though Renesmee suggested that we could always take things into the blue room; but I insisted that there was going to be plenty of time for that, though it was hard but I finally managed to Renesmee out of the house. For a whole month we spent our days in the sunny paradise, luckily for the cleaning crew we tried our best not to do anymore damage then what we had already done.

But if it were up to Renesmee; we'd never stop making love – but on the last night upon staying at Isle Esme, we decided to do it just one last time, mainly because I was down to my last condom.

It was now late March and leaving Isle of Esme was harder than I thought, especially after having such a breath-taking time; but it was not all bad, after all we were moving to France, and when we did arrive we got settled into our new home immediately. Our new home was the Volturi's wedding gift to us; my father had brought us a stately home in the cloudy country.

Placed on a hill top, the home over looked a beautiful lake, meadows stretched on to the horizon, and nearby was a somewhat small town; the estate truly brought us back into the 17th and 18th century. There were over eighty rooms, surrounded by colours of cream, champagne, and ivory; the floors were polished marble, light shaded drapes, a giant stair cases crested with gold, exquisite crystal chandeliers and decorative brocade interior, and even a large dining hall and magnificent ballroom.

The town was a good spot for me to feed but only every so often – now I had to start taking my diet more seriously – and there were more than plenty of cattle, sheep, and other life stock to feed upon; and not to mention the occasional midnight snack from my wife. As we entered the master bedroom, Renesmee's face went completely blank with amazement, whereas I was rather used to living in such luxury.

"What do you think, Chérie? Will it do?"

Renesmee smiled and ran straight into my arms, her lips embracing mine as soon as they could. "I don't know if it's up to the standards for an Italian prince but it suites me just fine, my Love."

I was so happy to see my wife shine. "Don't forget, Renesmee; by marriage that makes you a princess now... well, sort of."

But as I had promised myself to Renesmee, though reluctantly, as my wedding gift to her; I resigned from my position within the Volturi Guard – much to my father's sadness and Uncle Caius's disappointment – though I did go back every now and again... as a part time job I guess you could say. But the French palace still made me feel like the Italian prince that I was and best of all I had my princess to share it with.