How perfect is their life? Seriously.

Almost too perfect. . .

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or its characters. Stephenie Meyers does and I love her for it!

EPOV

I existed in her eyes for the next beautiful couple of seconds until she turned her head to view the city.

"Are you surprised?" I asked gently into her ear.

"Completely! I had no idea. I'm actually more surprised Alice didn't tell me. All the bottled excitement must have gotten her sick!"

I chuckled huskily and pecked her cheek. It was all the response she needed. And frankly, words didn't do this moment justice.

She was in complete awe, and her passion melted into me before I could even form a coherent tough. Even if I was being pried away from her, every cell and fiber of my body would still be hers and hers alone. This woman had me wrapped around her precious little finger and I would give up everything to ensure it stayed like that.

Clutching her tightly, we walked towards out hotel, the Marriot Marquis. The elevators had glass sides, so as we soared up the floors, Bella placed her palms on the glass and looked down. It was like she was a child, pure and beautiful. And knowing that I was responsible for this reaction had my heart beating out of control. Finally, we reached the top and the elevator rang. I had requested special service for when we arrived with the front desk. Not only was our luggage going to be in the room already, but the suite was going to be transformed into a romantic sanctuary. And Bella had no idea.

"My lady," I gestured, holding the elevator door open for her to exit first.

I watched her step out and inhale. The elegant hallway was dim with a warm, soft light. The carpets were intricately woven in patterns of a red and gold. And the air was refreshingly cool. I couldn't resist but to mimic her. She swung her arms around my waist as I led us both to the door at the very end of the long hallway. Upon reading the small rectangle beside the door, she gasped.

"'SUITE?' You book us a SUITE!" She exclaimed, grabbing my arms and shaking eyes were as big as the moon. I giggled to myself as I slid the key into the slot and opened the door. I exhaled in relief that the room was set up just as I wanted. Then I turned to look at Bella. She stood in the doorway, staring straight ahead into the rose-petal littered, candle lit, freesia-scented heaven. I saw her eyes well up with tears as she covered her mouth and sank down to her knees. "Edward…" she whispered.

"Come here, baby."

I leaned down and swooped her little body into my arms bridal style, carrying her slowly towards the king-sized bed. "Now if I remember correctly," I said, while laying her on top of the plush comforter, "we have some unfinished business that started in the car."

She looked like an angel beneath me. Her hair was splayed out on the bed and her legs slowly lifted and pulled my waist into her center. Shit, I felt how warm she was even through our pants. She deserved everything and I was going to give her everything until the day the sun burned out. I wanted to get her mind off of those nightmares, too. I would never tell her, but it still bothered me. The fact that I was hurting her, or what seemed to be me hurting her, was unbearable. The anger boiled in my gut whenever I thought about it. Never. She needed to know it would never happen. And I said it all in my kiss. I moved my hips into her and joined our chests. Slipping an arm under her, I lifted her lower back to bring her even closer into me and we moaned into each other's mouths. When I felt her legs wrap around me I nearly collapsed. I needed to see her face, so I pulled back and met her eyes.

"Bella, you're so beautiful," I breathed, feeling her fingertips gently slide up and down my suspenders. She bit her lip and couldn't help but giggle.

"What are you laughing at?" She asked, smiling smugly.

"Nothing at all…" I smirked, knowing she knew what I was giggling at.

Then she pulled on the suspenders, plastering me against her, and whispered against my lips, "Good."

Oh, she is evil.

Our lips massaged each other's as I felt her hand trail down my stomach and brush over my straining erection. I groaned into her mouth as our tongues fought for dominance. She tightened her grip on my suspenders and her kiss intensified, desperate and begging for more.

I started undressing her, splaying my fingers under her shirt and pulling it over her head. After ripping my own shirt off, we joined our lips again, and her hands started undoing my belt. I lifted my body to give her easier access. With my eyes closed, the feeling of her hands working on me was sending me quickly over the edge. I need more of her. All of her.

My mouth trailed kisses down to her perfect breasts and gave them all the attention they deserved. Flicking my tongue over her nipple, I watched it harden. When I brushed my thumbs over both of them I heard a low moan linger around her lips and I felt myself harden a little more. Then I removed her shoes, feeling every inch of her skin with a warm and tender touch of my palms as I pulled her pants down her smooth legs. She sat up and threw my pants to my ankles while kissing my stomach, my erection springing free into her hands. Then she slowly slid me into her warm, wet, and waiting mouth.

"Mmmm," she moaned against me. Fuck.

"Bella, Bella. . ." I couldn't stand and watch. She needed to be less unselfish. I reached down to where she sat and swept a finger across her heated flesh, causing her legs to tighten and close, holding me there. She was soaked.

Pulling her face from me, she breathed heavily, "I need you, Edward."

"Lay down, love." And she did, moving gracefully back onto the mattress, the rose petals dancing around her. She bent her knees and opened her legs. And she was beautiful. Perfect. Mine.

I stepped out of my pants and shoes and crawled on top of her, casting a dark shadow on her ivory form and making the dancing reflections of the candle flame flicker in her eyes more strongly. Sliding my hands down up and down her arms, I held her closely to me. A powerful surge of pleasure shot through me when the head of my cock grazed her wet entrance, and the moment when I finally, but gently, buried myself deeply into her was inexplicable. "Oh Bella, I love you," I breathed. I'll never let go of you.

She gripped my hair as I began rocking into her. "I love you, too, Edward."

Our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces and with each thrust, the need to go faster and harder grew. Her words were like the air that filled my wanting lungs, deep breaths from all the breathing. I was so hard inside of her that I felt every muscle of hers tighten around me.

"Edward! Don't stop, Edward!" I wouldn't. I couldn't.

I pulled back and drove into her with full force as my hand crawled between us to rub where we were joined. "Oh Bella, how does that feel, love?"

She clutched my hair at my neck and pulled herself against me. Her moans and cries were getting louder and more breathless. And just when her wings had brought me higher than the limitless sky, I felt her orgasm rock her body as my name flew out of her mouth in desperation. She collapsed around me and the intensity of her inner throbbing massaging my cock drove me to my own climax.

"Bella!" I screamed. The moment I felt her dripping on my cock I lost it, and powerfully released into her.

"Oh baby. . .Amazing. I love you so much, Edward." Her voice was the only thing my mind was able to comprehend at that point. I laid her down gently and kissed her forehead, her cheek, her lips. . .idolizing her.

"Love, what's wrong?" I said alarmed when I heard soft a soft sob from her.

"Edward. . .hold me." So I did. I fused us together once again and brushed her hair back.

"Don't cry, love," I cooed, brushing my lips against her neck.

"I'm just so happy, Edward," she said, balling up into my lap. "I never thought I'd love anyone as much as I love you."

No, no one will ever love you as much as I love you.

"Bella, no one will ever love anyone as much as I love you. Never forget that."

And with a kiss on the lips I pulled the comforter over our naked bodies and drifted peacefully to sleep with my world in my arms.

**

We did everything from seeing a Broadway show to visiting the Empire State Building. It's a good thing Bella isn't afraid of heights, but I still held her while we gazed out across Manhattan. It was breath-taking. From this amazing height, we were able to see every building, the rivers, the other boroughs, the endless sky, and the fading curve of the Earth on the horizon. It was surreal looking out upon the world like that, because I was holding the world in my arms at the same time. And I told her that with a kiss.

She was so propelled to discover new things. We ate at a different restaurant each night, devouring in Italian food, Chinese food, Thai food, American food, Steakhouses, and of course, pizza and pretzels. In the wake of visiting Little Italy, Bella had tried speaking Italian to one of the waiters and it was funniest experience watching his face twist in confusion at her odd pronunciation of calamari. Lesson: if you say it like it's spelled, it's wrong. But we all got a good laugh at it and in the end, Bella enjoyed every bite of her Penne Alla Vodka dinner. We would toast to ourselves, our love, our unity, and our strength as we sipped on a glass of wine. Then at night, Bella and I would make love, the sweetest most passionate love to have ever been made. It wasn't rough. There was no naughty, or dirty talk or name calling. Just two people becoming one. I didn't feel complete until I was buried deep inside of her, rocking back and forth and kissing her neck softly, vowing my love for her over and over again until I felt her orgasm rack her body, bringing me to my own.

It was Sunday night, four days into our vacation, and I decided now would be a good time to call up the family and check in. Turning to Bella who was flipping through the channels, I smiled.

"I'm going to call home, tell them everything is going perfectly," I said.

She smirked. "Oh, so this is what you considered 'settled', eh love?"

A flashed her a wicked smile. "We could always," I paused to twirl a piece of her hair, "settle even more later."

"Oh Edward, I'm counting on you. . ."

"Well, I can promise you that I won't let you down," I cooed, whispering in a seductive tone.

"Better not. New York must have aphrodisiac vents installed in their hotels or something," she teased, pecking me on the lips.

"You're right," I joked, moving on top of her, "it has nothing to do with how hard you make me when I feel how wet you are." I slipped my hand under her nightgown and brushed two fingers across her wet, hairless lips. A groan escaped me.

Then she laughed, and no matter what the situation is, the sound of her giggling was delightful on my heart.

"Go call the family silly!" She screamed, pushing me off of her. "They're probably worried since we haven't called."

"I did text Jasper yesterday. They know we're alive."

"Just call, love. It will be nice for them to hear from you. I, on the other hand, am going to run to get us some Starbucks. I feel like there's just too many of them around us to ignore." She hopped over to her dresser and pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt. Sliding into her favorite purple flip-flops, she asked what I wanted.

"Vanilla soy latte, medium," I said, watching her toes wiggle into her sandals. She looked so good in them. She looked so good in everything.

She rolled her eyes. "You mean grande." Shit, she did just roll her "r". . .

"No, I mean medium," I corrected while smirking. Shit! Why did that make me hard!

"Okay, Mr. Boring, I'll be right back! Tell everyone I say 'hello'!" And with a kiss on the lips, she was out the door.

I tamed my dick while I dialed Carlisle's number and was greeted by a rather enthusiastic exclamation.

"Edward! Nice of you to call us!" His voice was cheerful despite the yelling.

"How are you, dad?" I sat on the edge of my bed and kicked my shoes off.

"I'm good, we're all good. How's my son and daughter-in-law?"

"Bella is absolutely in awe. She loves it here. And of course, I'm having a great time as well. It's beautiful," I mentioned. Not as beautiful as waking up to Bella's face with a day of endless bliss stretched out in front of us.

"That sounds wonderful, son. I guess I'll forgive you for missing that meeting before you guys left," he joked. But before I could answer, I heard a very familiar voice getting louder and louder until finally, the voice boomed into the receiver.

"Ed man! How's my boy! Oh shit, you're probably too sore to even talk right now. . ." None other than Emmett. I was too good of a mood to have him damper it.

"Oh yeah, Emmett. Be jealous," I challenged.

"Jealous? Care to give your brother details? I really don't feel like teasing you for the same thing during the first meeting when you come back." he said, seriously, then lightened up again. "Might as well give me all the hairy details! Um, or… waxed… details." He laughed.

I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted by a disturbing sound from outside.

Screeching tires. A car straining to stop. Screams. A shuttering crash. More screams. Broken glass hitting the ground. Silence in my head. I dropped the phone and ran to the window.

Parting the blinds with my fingers I looked down from our 30th floor suite. A car was totaled against the side of Nokia Theater. Smoke was erupting from it, blinding the surrounding area. Its hood was smashed completely, but I couldn't tell if there was any movement inside from this high. People came running from every direction to help. Then I heard the sirens of what sounded like a thousand ambulances, echoing through the narrow streets. I looked slightly to the left of the car crash. A familiar female figure lay still on the ground and her cascading brown hair was splayed out among the dripping blood gathering in a puddle beneath her head.

Before taking a second to breathe, I was sprinting out the door faster than the pain crawling through my blood like a paralyzing poison. There was a janitor by the stairwell, blocking it with his cart. I knew these elevators were the fastest in Manhattan anyway, so I punched the button, almost denting the wall, and raced inside while roughly pressing the 'Lobby' button. These fucking elevators didn't go fast enough. My heart rate was accelerating with every aching inhalation, and it felt as though my throat was closing. I felt my world crumbling on the insides of my arms. When the door opened, I darted outside and saw the scene. About thirty feet away were fire trucks, cop cars, ambulances, and flashing lights with the power to blind a man. A crowd of people were hovering over something in the middle of the street.

I willed myself to breathe and not sink to the ground. But as soon as I started running towards the crowd, I tripped over something. Looking down to see what it was, I felt my heart shutter and every acid in my stomach started burning deep holes through my skin. A pair of scathed purple sandals lay worn and ruined at my feet.

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