Author's Note: Okay, well this next chapter is going to be a bit smutty. But for some reason that word doesn't seem to sit well with me in describing Bella and Edward. Ha. But nonetheless, skip over the beginning of this story if you really don't want to read it. I hope I won't be chasing away any of my readers! But hey, you knew it was coming! LOL. And a BIG BIG thanks to those who review, and those several people who always take the time to do it. It makes the stories come out quicker!

EPOV

It was time. The moment that I had been anticipating for weeks was finally upon me, and I was terrified. Gazing into her gentle face, so angel like, I felt a rush of anxiety run through my body. What if I hurt her? What if something went wrong? What if she absolutely hated it? I cringed a bit at the last thought, that would certainly be embarrassing. My thoughts were running wild and I hardly noticed when Bella grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards the stairs.

"Oh no you don't," I said while picking her up bridal style. "Let's do this properly." She leaned her head into my chest, and I could hear her heart beating fast inside her frame.

I raced upstairs and carried her through the threshold into my bedroom. I set her down gently and pulled her into me. "You've made me so happy Bella; today was truly the best day of my life." I buried my face into her shoulder and swayed slowly with her on the spot.

"With many more to come," she added, and I gracefully picked her up and lay her gently on the bed. Her eyes were bright with excitement, and she drew herself up to lean against the headboard. "Are you scared?" she asked in a comforting tone.

I realized I had been standing quite still; I just couldn't seem to squash my anxiety.

"Yes," I admitted honestly, "I'm scared I'll hurt you, or you'll hate it, and I'll hate myself if something goes wrong."

I looked up, and her face was filled with such emotion that it made me feel weak. I quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, and she made her way over to me and straddled my lap. She put both arms tightly around my neck.

"Edward, I trust you, I love you with all my heart, and I want this. We are legally together in every way possible, and to be honest, I highly doubt that I'm going to hate it." She laughed, "I can't even hold myself together when you breathe on me."

She started raining feather light kisses onto my neck, and I let my eyes close, allowing myself to get lost in the soft brush of her warm lips. I brought my hands up to her hair, running my fingers through it gently.

She made her way around my jaw, and hesitated inches from my mouth. Our eyes met, and the electricity in the air was almost tangible, there was no way I couldn't kiss her, she was beautiful, she was perfect, she was my Bella.

I brought my lips greedily to hers and she responded eagerly. I felt our kiss growing more passionate, and I felt something inside me start to awaken. It was as if, this man inside me, or maybe this seventeen year old boy was coming alive, and I was bombarded with a crippling feeling of lust and need. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly.

I flipped her over onto her back, and made my way to her ear, sucking lightly. She was making a low breathy sound that was driving me mad, and only spurring me further. I wanted to get to know all her noises, what sound she would make if I kissed her in every place. I was immersed in the fact that I could please her this way physically, and I was ready to spend the rest of my life doing just that.

She was running her hands roughly over my back, and through my hair, on my neck, everywhere. I felt like her hands were everywhere at once. The pleasure from pleasing her, and the pleasure she was giving me, was pushing me to my limit. I knew at any moment I could lose control and hurt her, but I knew now I would have no problem holding back because the love I felt for this woman was staggering, almost painful in its power.

"Edward," she whispered reaching for my shirt. I pulled it off in one quick movement and crashed my lips onto hers in a fit of passion. I returned to my exploration of her neck, and I felt her hands reach up to untie her dress.

"No." I stopped her instantly. "My turn." She smiled and raised both hands above her head, inviting me to do what I had asked. A low growl erupted from my throat, and I untied her dress, and removed it quickly, pushing it down her legs. The second I was done I unhooked her bra and threw it to the floor. Staring down at her, my wife, for the first time like this, clenched my heart. She was too lovely in her beauty. How did a monster like me get to be in this position with the most perfect girl in the world?

"Touch me," she said, closing her eyes and arching her back as I caressed her smooth skin. I moaned into her neck, placing my head by her mouth so I could hear every sound that she made.

I was now frantic in my hold on her, I wanted to touch every inch of skin that I could. Her little hands latched themselves onto my belt. I took over and removed them, and added it my discarded shirt. I pulled her body as close as possible, craving her addicting warmth. I couldn't keep my lips off her and the need inside me was seeking release.

She tore off her underwear, and wiggled until I was positioned right at her entrance. I had been so preoccupied with her bare form, that this took me by surprise. I felt some of the nerves working their way back into my system.

"Bella," I breathed, "If it hurts… tell me…please." I begged softly. My instincts were screaming at me, telling me to move, but I would not allow myself until I knew she was completely ready.

"Okay," she agreed as she strained against me, "Please, now Edward," she pleaded, pulling me tighter to her.

As gently as I could manage, I slipped inside her. I couldn't stop the loud groan that unconsciously escaped my throat as I was surrounded by her heat. I couldn't believe that it was this intense, and I kept pushing until I hit a barrier. Years of medical school told me what this was, and I knew this would be painful for her.

"Just do it," she moaned, "Please don't stop." Her eyes locked with mine, and being this close to Bella, connecting to her in this way, was gripping. I leaned down close to her face. "I love you Bella," I exhaled, her eyes closed in pleasure, and I simultaneously broke through the barrier, completely sheathing myself in her.

It was my heaven, and I had never felt anything like it. I heard her draw in a quick breath and her eyes were shut tight. "Oh Bella, I'm sorry," I cried. I kissed her face, but pulled back in shock when I felt her tiny feet wrap around my waist. I glanced at her face and the look in her eyes set my instincts on fire.

I gently pulled out, only to push myself back in. I knew I had heightened senses, but the feeling of this, the reality of doing this with Bella, was driving me insane. The warmth was consuming me, and with Bella calling out my name like she was, I felt myself starting to come undone, for the first time.

I brought my hand down to her face, locking her expression in my memory.

"Edward," she moaned, moving her hips up to meet mine. As I moved faster, I felt her muscles clench around me, and I heard her call out my name loudly as I brought her into ecstasy. That thought alone drove me to my own end, and I slammed inside her one last time, her name falling from my lips.

The emotions rushing through me were weighing me down. "Oh God, Bella," I grabbed her into an embrace, touching her, loving her, trying to push my undying love out of my fingertips. If it were possible, as unmanly as it sounds, I knew I would have been crying.

I ran my hands along her face, wiping the moisture that was slipping down her cheeks.

"Your tears are my tears," I told her, and I brushed my cheek against her own, until I felt the damp on my skin.

"Edward, do it now," she whispered into my ear.

I chuckled, still absorbed in the overwhelming connection I felt. "Love, give me a minute or two." I brought my lips to hers, but she pulled away.

"No, bite me Edward."

My throat swelled at hearing those words.

"Bella…" I stuttered in absolute shock, she couldn't mean that could she? When I didn't respond she sat up, wincing a bit.

"Do you feel this??" she questioned desperately as she brought me into a hug. "Do you feel this Edward, it's like… it's like we can touch it."

I knew in an instant what she meant. Our love, our connection really was tangible, at least to me and her. Our love was surrounding us, and it was agonizingly beautiful. The electricity of it was astounding.

"I do, Bella, you know I do. But now?" I asked fearfully.

"I want to remember this forever, this moment, where it's just me and you. I feel it Edward, it's time. I don't want to wait any longer."

I watched as the tears streamed down her face, and I was torn. Could I? Would I do this now? I put my head into my hands and ran it through my hair.

She moved out from under me, and grabbed her wedding dress off the floor.

"Help me put this on," she asked, as she stepped into it. I lifted it up, and tied the ribbon back around her neck.

She crawled on the bed and turned to face me. "Bite me Edward."