Note: Chapter 3 takes place when Edward and Bella are already engaged. Several months after their engagement; they've already broken the news to Charlie and Renee.

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Chapter 3 – Losing Control

Edward's eyes darkened. "Bella, we should really stop."

I clutched at his tight shoulders harder, pouting. "We haven't even started yet."

He chuckled once, but didn't put up an argument. In fact, it was he who grabbed my chin and met my lips with his cool, strong ones, and his began moving in synchronization with mine again.

My lips shaped themselves around his, and I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, feeling all of a sudden that I was too weak. Too weak for him anyway – I wished I could hold him as tight as I wanted, and I could be the one in charge for once. He wouldn't be able to push me away then.

His other arm slipped underneath my side, and he rested his hand firmly on the small of my back.

The slight movement sent me into a wave of a bit more craziness, and I slammed my body hard into his, molding the shape of my entire outline to his muscular, hard, and cold one.

I felt his lips freeze on mine as every inch of our bodies made contact, but I refused to let him stop. My fingers clutched frantically in his cool hair, and I immediately tried to get his lips working again – by moving mine even more ferociously than before.

He parted his lips some more in response, and seeming to without thinking, his tongue darted inside my mouth. It surprised myself, but my body was beginning to act in strange ways and I only wanted more of him.

The taste. It was driving me insane. His taste. My thirst and need for him was heightened incredibly more as I wrapped my leg tightly around his waist, pressing even harder.

But it had finally became too much for him. His tongue, which was only barely sweeping my mouth, yanked out, and his lips froze. He loosened his grip on me, as well as his entire body.

I thought for a moment about not letting him go, but then it sunk in that I stood no chance against him.

His capable hands pushed my face gently back a few inches. I was almost panting, trying to get my breathing under control. His breaths were coming much quicker than usual also, and with our faces only separated by air, inches apart, I could see his eyes smoldering, and my fingers clutched at his arms.

He slid his cool fingers down the length of my side, making me shiver, as he dislodged my leg from around his waist.

Then, he smiled, almost a bit apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't mean for it to go that far." He cleared his throat.

I growled, unimpressed. "I'm sure you didn't."

He chuckled once. "Bella, I don't think you have any idea of what you do to me." Abruptly, his lips pressed together in a thin line, and he asked me more solemnly, "Do you know how close I was to losing control?"

I wasn't sure as to which type of thirst he was referring to. I refused to let myself shudder.

He put even a bit more space than usual between us as he pushed himself farther back a few inches, away from my body.

It surprised me – we always snuggled this close to each other when I was sleeping anyway.

I frowned. "What are you doing?"

"Just trying to get myself back under control," he admitted sheepishly.

I gritted my teeth together, and rolled over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. If only he was able to lose his control just a little more often – maybe then I wouldn't feel like I would spontaneously combust one of these days. And then when we had managed to get this far – one of our most rarest times – he would act completely as if he regretted it afterwards, which only hurt along with the guilt.

There was a few moments pause between us, and my thoughts, obviously, drifted back towards Edward. And his tongue in my mouth. I let my eyes flutter close. There was nothing more that I wanted in that moment than to continue. It just isn't fair, I thought angrily to myself. Me, being a mere mortal, ruined everything, it felt like these days.

After a few more minutes, his cool fingers brushed back my hair from my cheeks. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," I lied.

He didn't press the matter, which confused me a little bit, but I wondered if he was just as disorientated as I was in the moment. He probably had nothing on me.

I heard him sigh, and he stroked my cheek once. "Are you mad at me?"

I opened my eyes, and found his face closer to mine than I expected. He was leaning slightly over me. "No."

He scanned my face for a few seconds, and I wondered what he saw there. Then, he smiled at me, and it seemed like a genuine one. "You should probably get to sleep, love. You have school tomorrow."

"So do you," I pointed out, rolling over onto my side to face him.

He gathered me into his arms, and pulled me contently against his hard chest. "But I don't need sleep."

"Whatever," I muttered, inhaling deeply in the sweet aroma emanating off his chest. I pressed my face tighter against his body, glad that he had gotten over his moment of needing space away from me.

He seemed to be thinking along the same lines, because both of his arms wrapped resolutely around my waist. I sighed in contentment.

He didn't say anything more; he only began to hum my lullaby and I was out in minutes, despite my thoughts being focused on Edward.

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A/N: Whew. Just typed that all up right now, and you know I couldn't resist putting it up. Thanks for all who are reading and sending reviews, it makes me feel good about continuing with this story.

I'm thinking of doing this chapter from Edward's POV. What do you guys think? Is it not necessary? Send reviews and suggestions! Thanks, everyone :)