Edward
She shifted her weight unconsciously tossing the cover aside, most likely due to the humidity, but in doing so she uncovered her entire body allowing me once again an unobstructed view of her beautiful shape covered so slightly in seductive black lace.
My eyes slid over the lace taking in the detail of the stitching, the patterns within the fabric, and the ruffled edges at the hem. I took pleasure in how the strips crossed at the exact angle needed to accentuate her breast. Her alabaster skin looked radiant in the unfiltered moon light as she rolled placing her head back on my chest.
Her hair fanned out on the pillow, her lips parted slightly, and her leg twitched showing me the inside of her thigh. I heard my breathing accelerate as I took in the sight of the pale vein that ran up her thigh. I could not force my eyes away from this beautiful vein. My eyes began tracing it centimeter by centimeter from the fold of her knee till it disappeared under the pile of ruffles at the hem of her gown.
I stared at the vein at the point of its disappearance wishing to move the lace aside and trace it to its conclusion.
I felt myself shudder slightly careful not to wake her thinking of its conclusion, thinking of the soft skin that rested mere inches away from my vision shrouded by near opaque black lace. I felt waves of desire pass through me at the thoughts of what lay beneath the thin black lace. I remembered in vivid detail the feel of her soft skin, skin which had been touch by no man but me. I felt a smile creep across my face as I remember the taste of her skin, the feel of the bud of her soft breast in my mouth, the contours of her stomach, her reaction to my kiss on her hip. I reveled in the memory of my Bella with her back arched in desire as my hands and lips traced this very vein.
This vein could be my undoing. Why must she be so tempting? I thought to myself. Even now, completely asleep as I gazed upon her beauty she was singing to me, not just her blood to my thirst but her body sung to mine. It had awakened in me an urgent pleasure that I never knew could exist and now looking at her lying beside me so beautifully I cursed myself for delighting in those memories.
I cursed myself for feeling pleasure in something that had damaged my Bella. For feeling pleasure in something that had left her with bruises that were still visible today. I remembered the horror of seeing her skin as the sun rose into the sky covered with marks from my night of selfish pleasure. With this thought I moved a wayward strand of her hair from her face and ever so gently pulled the sheet to cover her thigh and begin to hum the lullaby I wrote for her in an attempt to distract myself again.
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