A/N Remembering Emmet's warning, Edward managed to make love to Bella, transferring his grip to the bed, however his nature could not be totally denied and he bit…
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"I love you." He collapsed at the side of her, his mind floating in sheer bliss as he heard her words to him. His arm raised and shoved the fallen mosquito net off their bodies and onto the floor.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into contact with him from head to toe, using his body to cool hers, the AC didn't seem to be working well as she was covered in a light sheen of sweat. "I love you too." He said and kissed the sweaty curls on her forehead. The only orgasm he had ever had before, that time in the hospital, was nothing like what he felt at that moment. He had thought that he had reached a pinnacle of fulfilment back then, but it was a small plateau compared to the mountain he had just climbed and jumped off. He had no need for oxygen but found himself short of breath, his limbs shook slightly as if fatigued and his mind spiralled, floating in total bliss.
He felt something on his face and chuckled, Bella raised her head in question, her eyes were heavy, sated. "Look at the bed." He laughed. She raised up even more and feathers flew into the air. The headboard had two chunks missing from it where his hands had pulverised the wood. The posts had broken as he pushed the frame into the wall, bringing down the canopy, he vaguely remembered it hitting his back some time towards the end there. Then there was the damage to her pillow. How he had stopped himself from biting her he had no idea. The white down filled the air every time she moved, her wet skin attracted the feathers and her hair was filled with them too.
She laughed, he delighted in her joy. His universe had fundamentally shifted again. His member grew hard at the remembrance of her tight, wet, hot passage. It was strange, he thought, he remembered that as they had started making love he had thought proper words for everything, but as the exercise continued the colloquialisms that were in use of late took over, the dry clinical names were just inadequate for how he felt.
The scent of blood got thicker in the air as the mixed fluids leaked out of his wife. He hurriedly got to his feet and brought a flannel and towel from the bathroom. She blushed as he gently wiped her down. However the damp just attracted more of the flying feathers.
"I think you need to shower, and we need to change to another bedroom until we can get this all cleaned up." He said. She looked around at the devastation he had wrought, blushing, and nodded.
"I hope Esme won't be too angry." She said, he shook his head.
"Emmett and Rose almost destroyed an entire house when they finally got it on." He told her. She raised an eyebrow at his phrasing, but he knew she understood.
"Are you saying we are tame?" she asked, biting her lip.
"Tame? No! But you have to remember they were both vampires and Emmett was a newborn. Rose wasn't much better as she was only just out of her newborn phase herself."
She got to her feet and wrapped herself in the towel he had brought. She winced.
"Are you ok?" he asked, scanning her body for a clue as to how badly he had hurt her.
"Sore." She stated, blushing. "I think I'll have a warm bath rather than a shower." She said.
"Have a shower first." He laughed picking a couple of tiny feathers out of her hair. She turned and tried to blow off some that were stuck to her shoulders, they didn't move.
"Shower first." She agreed. He laughed and swung her up into his arms. He carried her to the 'blue' room. Everything here was in shades of pale blue. Even the walls had a hint of blue in the white. He settled her into the bathroom attached to that room and she started the tub running as well as the shower. He darted back and forth fetching all the things from the other bathroom, her soap, her shampoo, towels, razors, creams, brushes, spongers, scrubbers… Thank God she wasn't like Rose or Alice or he would be moving her for hours. Rather than bother switching clothes he just carried the full chest of drawers from one room to the other and lastly he transferred the contents of the closet.
The last time Gustavo had delivered groceries to the island he had brought a suitcase full of clothes for Bella sent down by Alice with him. Bella had been happy with what she had and hadn't minded washing the clothes after they had worn them, but Alice made sure that Bella had no opportunity to refuse or complain as she just sent them without warning.
He realised that his mind had wandered again, because he was stood outside the shower cubical, his hand on the door. What was she doing to him? He had never in his entire existence lost focus the way he did around her. Bella was stood with her back to him, water streamed over her form, the tiny feathers slid over her skin and to the base, blocking the drain. She was so beautiful, a veritable Venus rising from the waves.
Would she allow him to share the shower, he wondered? It was big enough for two, he knew it was. Would she be shy and bashful again now, even though they had made love, or would she be bold and forward?
He opened the door, she turned blushing mightily, her hands trying to cover all the bits he most wished to see.
"May I join you?" he asked. She blushed even more but she nodded her head and stepped to one side, allowing him to enter.
"Need any help?" he asked, noticing that she kept her eyes away from his naked body, she ran her fingers nervously through her hair. He picked out several feathers that had stuck in it and dropped them to the floor. She could not meet his eye, and she still hadn't said anything. He pulled her back against his front and wrapped his arms around her middle. She sighed and her head fell back onto his shoulder, her body relaxed at last. He felt blissfully complete in that second. Eventually she handed him a sponge thick with shower gel and he scrubbed her back and shoulders, kissing each piece of skin as he reached it. She turned in his arms and kissed him deeply. Sighing she put her arms around his neck.
"I love you, Mr. Cullen." She said, cuddling into his stone body. "Thank you."
He stroked her face with his fingers, she was so precious to him!
"No, thank YOU, Mrs. Cullen." He told her, he picked her up and carried her to the tub, lowering her gently so as not to cause stinging to the broken flesh. He climbed in behind her and held her close as she soaked. He had never been as happy and content in his entire life.
God it had hurt! She had known there would be some pain, but it felt like he was tearing her in two, and that was before he actually tore through her virginity. She tasted blood in her mouth and realised she had bitten through her lip some time during it. He paused and met her eyes as if to ask if he could continue. She tried her best to smile and reassure him, but tears streamed down her face at the same time.
He was more gentle as he pushed back in, or maybe she was numb? No definitely not numb. He reached a point inside her that he had not reached that first time and she felt herself stretch painfully again. More tears poured out of her eyes. She closed them tightly to stop him noticing just how much pain she was in. Now they had gone this far she didn't really want him to stop. Not that she would not have welcomed the relief of him leaving her body, but that wouldn't be fair on him.
He had already given her her first ever orgasm, it was only fair that he get one too. But it HURT! Oh God how it hurt!
He altered the angle of his thrust and the pain faded slightly, his body touched hers everywhere. She felt the spark of electric thrill her as the part of his body that his penis was attached to pressed onto the bundle of nerves he had touched earlier and she felt herself getting worked up again, the natural lubricant started to appear again as she felt herself at last get wet, the more he pushed against that place, the wetter she got, the wetter she got the less it hurt.
She felt the build up of tension, just like before, but this time she wasn't afraid to allow it to happen; she knew that no matter how much it felt like it was going to hurt it would be wonderful. He lowered his head and a low growl that was almost a purr sounded right in her ear, the noise resonated through her and brought her right to the edge again.
She cried out as the tension got too much, a meaningless cry, gripping his shoulders as he moved faster and faster against and inside her. Her back bowed, bringing her nipples into contact with his and suddenly the electric that had flowed between them was more like a raging current. Every nerve ending in her entire body tingled and tightened. She felt herself let go of the tension and her body seemed to float, she could still feel him thrusting into her, her body tightened its grip on him and he felt even bigger as if he was swelling even more. Was that even possible? He had been so big to start with. Pulses of energy seemed to fill her as he roared into the night. Unlike when he had growled at the man earlier, the sounds he made now, made her soar once more. Good god that made 3 orgasms didn't it? That wasn't exactly fair as he had only got one! His head came to rest in the space between her shoulder and her head as he shuddered and stopped moving. Something touched her face lightly, but she wasn't sure what it was and, if she was honest with herself, she didn't really have the energy to look just at that moment.
"I love you." She told him, he rolled to the side, drawing her to him as he went. His arm lifted and then dropped. The sweat on her body cooled rapidly in the air-conditioned air, she shivered slightly.
"I love you too." He said, then he laughed quietly. She was puzzled, why had he laughed? She opened her eyes, which was a lot harder to do than it should have been. "Look at the bed." He said.
Oh my! The bed was totally wrecked! The headboard had pieces missing from it, it looked like… hand marks? Had he grabbed it for some reason? The posts were broken, the canopy was at Edward's side of the bed, frame still attached but on its side on the floor. Feathers? As she moved tiny, tiny feathers floated in the air. She felt them sticking to her drying skin. She laughed as she realised that he had also punctured one of the pillows, her feet felt a hole in the mattress as well.
Edward got up and went to the bathroom, she blushed when he returned and cleaned her up. She frowned when feathers started sticking to her down there! Edward suggested that they move rooms and she willing allowed him to carry her to one of the other bedrooms, this one in blue. She ran a shower on his suggestion and a bath for her comfort. Now she had moved she could feel the pain in her nether regions again. Edward walked around quite naked as he brought her toiletries into the new bathroom as she showered and tried to get the feathers off her. It was obvious that he was ready to… do it… again. She shook her head. Do it? How old was she? 12? Her husband was aroused, hard, ready. She didn't feel up to doing it… making love again so soon. She hoped he wouldn't press her. But the bond was still there, she could feel it humming through her. Deep within her she could still feel his… what was the word? Ejaculate sounded too clinical, as if in a biology lesson, sperm? She wasn't sure he had sperm as he was a vampire, was it venom? Would she change if he 'injected' it into her like that? Whatever it was, it was still rather cold inside her, and if she wasn't mistaken some of it was running down her leg. She grimaced in disgust and looked, yes there was a white and red substance on her thighs, she quickly angled herself to one of the side shower heads and washed it away before he could see it. He hadn't reacted to her blood up to now, but she wasn't taking any chances, she remembered the torment on Jasper's face when he thought of human blood, she didn't want to hurt her husband in that way.
He opened the shower door, she put one arm across her breasts and the other over her… below.
"May I join you?" she tried her best to keep her eyes off his… cock. She nodded and moved slightly so he could get in. "Need any help?" he asked softly, she picked a feather out of her hair, they were extremely difficult to remove she had found. He turned her back to him fully and cuddled her under the shower. This was nice. The occasional feather washed off his hands as he helped her to remove them all. When there were no more feathers in her hair that she could feel she handed him her sponge and he washed her back and neck. His kisses began to arouse her, but as her muscles tightened she felt the pain return and that cooled her ardour. She could not help kissing him though, it was deeply satisfying just to do that much.
"I love you, Mr. Cullen." She put her head onto his chest, marvelling at the fact that there was no heartbeat but she knew he had one of the largest hearts of anyone she had ever met. "Thank you." He had made it as painless as possible, she suspected. Not having had anyone to talk to about such things in the past she had been terrified by some of the stories on the internet that she had found when trying to research the subject in the last few weeks.
His fingers ghosted along her cheeks and jaw line.
"No, thank YOU, Mrs. Cullen." He smiled gently at her and lifted her into the bath, and once more he sat behind her, he was still hard and pressed into her back, but he never made any insinuation that he expected them to make love again, so she relaxed and let the water soothe the soreness away.
She woke the next morning certain she had been split in two. The pain was almost as bad as it had been when he was first inside her. She tried not to let Edward see how much pain she was in but the ping of a text message gave her away. He frowned and without a word brought her breakfast in bed, two Tylenol and a glass of juice.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked her as he smoothed her hair away from her face.
"I didn't want you to worry. Everyone said there would be pain." She explained. None of her sources had said that there would be this much pain this much later though! She had expected not to be in pain the next morning and be able to move around. She was still bleeding too, she noticed when she went to the bathroom (waddling like a pregnant duck or like a cowboy that had been on a horse too long), she had even had to put on a sanitary towel, the thought of inserting anything in her vagina at the moment made her almost cry so she wouldn't even try a tampon.
"Alice says it isn't abnormal but you need rest and a few days to recover." She nodded and swallowed the tablets, hoping that they would start to work quickly. She doubted it was as much pain as she had been in in the hospital, but because of the location it seemed to hurt more.
Edward was very solicitous over the next day or so, carrying her everywhere she needed to go (even the bathroom!) and waiting on her hand and foot, even when she didn't need it, or want it. Not that he hadn't waited on her before, but he wouldn't even let her get her own drink from the fridge! It didn't help that the rain had poured down every afternoon, making the weather even more muggy and oppressive, if that were possible. The AC unit worked so hard it rattled at times. She spent some time talking to Alice, Rose and Esme on the phone (as well as Charlie, but not on the same subject). They had all assured her that after she healed everything would work out right the next time.
The morning of the fourth day, post sex, she had had enough. She got up and made her way to the bathroom before he could even try and help her (she waited until he was in the kitchen before she moved). The pain was totally gone, she was happy to note. There wasn't even any residual soreness.
He rushed into the bathroom to help her, she growled at him and he raised his hands and retreated, leaving her to her privacy for the first time in days. She dressed and made her way to the kitchen, where he had toasted a couple of bagels and spread crème cheese on them.
As she got to her feet to get a drink he rushed past her to reach it first. She almost screamed in frustration! Then as he turned she noticed his eye colour was dark gold instead of the light caramel colour it was after he had recently fed. He needed to hunt again. Was it that long? She counted up, it was.
Gustavo and Kaure were due that afternoon with groceries, she planned to be somewhere else when they saw the state of the bedroom. She couldn't take them knowing that she and he had… that they…. She blushed at just the thought.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
"I thought that we could go to the pool for a swim this afternoon after the water heats up a bit. Then after Kaure and Gustavo leave we could visit the mainland?" Edward growled and shook his head. "You need to feed love." She pointed out.
"I'll be ok for a few more days." He told her.
"What difference will a few more days make? We will still have to go to the mainland eventually. You may as well do it tonight. I promise this time to stay in the cafe." He set his jaw in a stubborn pout.
"It isn't worth the risk." He told her.
"Is it worth risking you being hungry?" she didn't believe she was going to say this to him, "You know I'm going to be bleeding again next week?" she had already had one period on the island, she had not been pleased when he had mentioned it, confirming what she had already suspected, that all the vampires had known when she was on her period earlier, not just Alice, she didn't mind Carlisle knowing, he was a doctor after all, but the thought of Jasper and Emmett knowing was appalling. Did they also know when she was aroused as well? It would explain some of the times they had suddenly been left alone.
"You promise to stay in the cafe, no matter what?" he pressed. She smiled and smoothed a hand over his jaw to help loosen the tightness she could see in his muscles, forgetting for a second that his granite construction meant she could not make a difference.
"I promise." She said, determined not to move an inch from her seat in the cantina no matter what, until he returned. He nodded his head and she smiled, it was so much nicer when he listened to her instead of always trying to rule her life. She moved into the bedroom and put the bikini on, checking her shaving first, as soon as she got off the island she was going to allow it to grow back! It itched if she didn't shave every day! Then she packed her usual bag, sunscreen, hat, brush, book, iPod, spare sandals, sun glasses, and moved into the living room to wait for the housekeepers and her husband.
As soon as the housekeepers arrived she grabbed her bag and left, a blush powerful enough to light a fire on her cheeks. Edward left the house after giving the help instructions and she waited for him just under the edge of the trees, luckily it was overcast and so they didn't have to worry about him sparkling in the direct sunlight. They joined hands and made a run for the pool, laughing as they went.
She stripped off her cover-up and slipped right into the pool as soon as they got there. The water was almost too hot, only the cool flow from above helped make it bearable, she swam over to the waterfall and allowed it to pummel her like a high powered jet shower. Edward stripped down to a pair of swim trunks this time and sank immediately to the bottom of the pool. She allowed the current to push her under and went to sit on the bottom with him, and for a minute or so they sat there, holding hands, the only noise the roar of the water from the waterfall hitting the surface at the back of the pool. She had to come up for air though, Edward joined her and she put her arms on his shoulders, realising that he was warm.
"Would you like to jump?" he asked her. She looked puzzled at him. "From up there, into the water?" he pointed to the top of the falls. She looked around the waterfall. Rocks. It would be just her luck that she would mis-jump and injure herself. "I'll keep you safe." He promised. She bit her lip considering, he freed it with his thumb. Electricity flowed through them again at the touch and without thinking she sucked his finger into her mouth. She had been considering trying to make love again for most of the day, ever since she felt fully healed really, but it was obvious that Edward had other ideas, and when she sucked his finger she was shocked that he shouted "NO!" and backed away from her to the far side of the pool. Blood rushed to her face at his rejection.
Why would he react so badly? Maybe he hadn't enjoyed it after all. She thought he had! Was it because she was still human? Would he want to wait until she changed to make love again? Alice had warned her that he may feel this way, though she hadn't said it was because he was unsatisfied, it must be, what other reason could there be? In fact Alice had told her what would happen and what to do.
Her cheeks burning with embarrassment, tears streamed down her face as she tried to get out of the pool, but she slipped and slid back in, breathing in a large mouthful of water as she did so. He grabbed her and jumped out of the pool, holding her and patting her back to try and clear her airway. As soon as she could breathe she shrugged him off.
"Bella?" he asked, smoothing a hand from her shoulder down her spine.
"Leave me alone!" she snapped. He grabbed her and turned her to face him. She struggled to free herself, refusing to even look him in the eye. It was petty she knew but the petulant side of her rose to the surface with his rejection.
"Listen to me!" he almost shouted, "You have only just healed, do you think I want to hurt you again?"
"You won't!" she realised why he had been so against them getting close again. "I spoke with everyone, they said it only happens the first time." She explained.
"I have a medical degree Bella, I know that sometimes it doesn't just happen once, for some women it happens every time for the first few times."
"Does that mean we will never … do it… make love again? Because you daren't risk hurting me ever again?" she snapped, he groaned and put his hand in his hair. She freed his locks and looked deeply into his very dark gold eyes. "Please Edward, we have to try, it will be worth it. I promise. I'll make it good for you this time." He shook his head and tears welled in her eyes, she grit her teeth and stiffened her jaw to stop herself sobbing.
"Is that what you think? That I didn't enjoy myself? Bella, love, it was the most sublime experience of my life! Definitely the best night I have ever had." She raised her head and looked him directly in the eye. She had hoped for a second that he would be willing to back down, but nothing had changed, the set of his jaw alone told her that even though he said it was the best thing ever, he was determined that he wasn't going to touch her again. Well two of them could be stubborn! Alice's advice came to mind again, as much as she hated to do it to him, Plan B seemed like the only way.
"I want a divorce!" she stated. "If you won't touch me…" she turned and took a single step away from him, he grabbed her tightly and growled.
"Never!" his eyes now were solid black. She felt tingles all down her spine, right to the place that had been in so much pain before, but now ached for another reason.
"You won't touch me!" she spat the words out, his fingers tightened on her arm, oh boy that was going to bruise. "So I'll go find someone who will."