Chapter 6

Beta'd by princess07890

Bella POV

After eating my cereal, I got up and turned the faucet on to wash the bowl. I could feel Edward's eyes burning holes in my back. When I was done washing the bowl, I sighed and turned around. He was staring at me intently.

"So…" I sighed. I guess today would just be the day to get to know each other a bit better. I walked over to him and grabbed his hand.

"Want to go to the living room?" I asked. He chuckled.

"Sure." I led him to the couch and plopped down on it. He sat down next to me, so I rested my legs in his lap.

"What is your last name?" I asked him to start.

"Cullen, as yours will be soon. What is yours, currently, beautiful Isabella?"

"Swan; but most people just call me Bella." I informed him.

"Please don't get the wrong impression; I like Bella, but why? The name Isabella is so beautiful."

"Coming from your lips, maybe; it sounds ugly when anyone else says it. So, I just tell people to call me Bella." I shrugged.

"Alright, how about this; I'll call you both names."

"Sounds ok," He smiled.

"How old are you, beautiful Bella?"

"I'm almost 18." I answered.

"When is your birthday?"

"May 14," It was April, so my birthday would be next month. "How old were you when you were changed?"

"I was twenty-one, but at school I'm 18."

"How long have you been twenty-one?"

"I was changed in 1918. I was sick with Spanish influenza, which my mother and father had died from days before. I was about to meet the same fate when Carlisle found me. He has been my father ever since." He told me. Wow, that's old, but I didn't care.

"I'm sorry about your parents." He shrugged.

"It was long ago. What about your parents?"

"My mom was decent until she married ass-face and then she just ignored me. Asshole convinced her I was too rebellious, so she kicked me out." I half lied. Lying was usually easy for me, but, when I lied to Edward… it just felt so wrong. If he knows, he will just say the same thing my mom did. I thought sadly.

He gave me a weird look. He could probably sense that something wasn't quite right, but he didn't say anything.

"I'm guessing "Ass-face" is not a very nice person." That was the understatement of the fucking century. I just nodded.

"So, where are you from?" I questioned.

"I don't remember much, but I do know that my biological mother was Irish. She moved to the United States at a young age and married my father." He said.

"So, you're half Irish?"

"Yes." He responded. I ran my hands through his shaggy, penny colored hair.

"Wouldn't you have picked an accent up from your mom?" I asked curiously.

"I did. Again, that was long ago; you may still hear hints of it once and a while." He said. "What about your origins?"

"I'm 1/4 Italian. My grandmother came from Italy, so my mom is half Italian and Charlie is all American. My mom used to be really strict on heritage, so she made me take Italian for 3 years. I was fourteen when she started dating Phil and, when I turned fifteen, he convinced her that language classes were too expensive, so she made me drop it. I was almost done anyway."

"You know Italian?" He clarified. I usually didn't tell anyone this because it makes me sound like a fucking geek.

"Sì, quello che lingue conosci?" (Yes. What languages do you know?) He smiled.

"Sono fluente in tedesco, francese, portoghese, spagnolo, italiano e arabo," (I am fluent in German, French, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian and Arabic.) "English, too, of course." He added. My eyes widened.

"Damn." I said. "You must pretty smart." He just shrugged.

"Favorite movie?" He asked.

"Four Lions." I answered.

"It is laughable." He chuckled.

We spent 4 hours just asking each other questions, followed by some TV. By 3:00, I got hungry again and we moved back into the kitchen for a late lunch. I had a simple sandwich and chips with a banana.

"So, what are we doing tomorrow?" I wondered.

"We are meeting my family tomorrow and going to school the day after." He responded.

"Ugh, school." I huffed and then realized. "School! The principal will call Char-"

"Don't worry, Alice has that covered." I knitted my eyebrows together. "Vampires can be very… persuasive when they need to be."

"Oh," I said. I then took my plate to the sink and plopped back down on my chair, wincing as I did. The Advil was starting to wear off. We sat there in silence. I went deep into thought and caught my lip between my teeth, and began gnawing on it.

I wonder how school will react to this. I thought. I mean, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to know that girls probably throw themselves at him all the time. I mean look at him! He's fucking gorgeous! I haven't even stepped foot in the building yet and I'm already with this god. If they only knew; I just hope they keep their hands to themselves. He is not to be shared. At all. He's mine. I will be the only one allowed to run my fingers through those gorgeous locks of his.

Wow, possessive are we? I teased myself.

What? Like he's the only one who gets to claim his mate? No. I snapped back.

Good point.

Oh God. How many fights will I get into this year? Last year was four, wasn't it? Yeah, that's before I found out I was the mate to a fucking vampire. A vampire that has beauty inside and out that you cannot describe. I'll probably end up expelled this year. My senior year.

I didn't realize I was watching him possessively until he arched an eyebrow, snapping me from my reverie. His eyebrows went back to normal and we just stared at each other for a while. I just couldn't believe he was all mine. I didn't just like him because he was winsome. I liked him for a lot of reasons. He made me feel safe, and I had an immense amount of trust in him, which I have never had in anyone. I can touch him without the memories flooding back, which they did with anyone else. He can touch me without me cringing. He was smart, witty, obstinate, dominating, controlling, possessive, comforting, open minded, charming, and, sometimes, sweet. Edward was everything I needed. He is probably the only one that can keep me remotely tame. Now, if anyone else tried half the things that Edward did, they would get a stare down, the middle finger, and a fist in the face. Edward already has a lot of privileges, or, should I say, rights. He is the only one with those rights.

"God, you're gorgeous." Edward breathed, breaking the silence. He suddenly pulled me into his lap.

"And you're all mine." He declared. I leaned into his embrace.

"Maybe I should just eat you." He growled playfully. His teeth grazed my neck, making my breath hitch and the insides of my thighs even more slippery. His fangs just barely drew blood. He ran his tongue over the fresh scrapes, sealing them.

"Edward…" I moaned.

"But, if I ate you, I wouldn't have the pleasure of fucking this beautiful pussy of yours." He slipped his hands in my shorts. I didn't expect it to feel good when he ran his fingers through my folds, but it did. His cool temperature soothed me. I could feel myself getting flushed.

"Or, I wouldn't get to see that gorgeous blush of yours." I started to pant. His fingers brushed against my clit and I moaned.

"I wouldn't hear that seductive voice." He pulled my hair from my face and kissed my temple. He slid his hand from my heat, making me whimper.

"Or lick your sweet nectar." He brought one finger to his lips and sucked my juices from it.

"Have a taste," He murmured. I opened my mouth. His fingers first coated my lips with the clear liquid and then, he pushed them into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself fully. I moaned in need. He slid his hand back into my shorts and explored my folds once again. He put his finger to my entrance, pushing in.

"Ow." I whimpered involuntarily. He slid his finger out and lifted me up, sitting me on the table.

"Just lay back, baby." He told me, gently pushing me down on the table. I looked over to find him walking to the freezer. He opened the door and got something out; an ice tray. He closed the door and walked back over, setting the ice tray beside me. I was still half panting.

"Relax, little girl. I'll take care of it." He soothed. He walked around the table and grabbed my ankles, placing my feet flat on the surface. He reached around and unbuttoned my shorts, pulling them off of me and setting them on the chair. His fingers grazed the ice cube tray, searching for the perfect cube. He finally plucked one from the tray and settled it on my stomach. I jumped at the shock of the cold temperature.

"Shh, rilassare, il mio compagno." He said softly. (Shh, relax, my mate.)

He slowly slid the ice cube further down. He circled it around my navel, at first, before sliding it further towards my aching pussy.

"Oh! That f-feels so good…" I moaned when the ice cube finally touched my heat. The cold temperature soothed my sex while increasing the pressure aroused it. He continually ran the ice cube up and down my slit, making my already swollen pussy swell even more. My arousal and the cool water mixed together to create a new kind of nectar, soaking my sex twice as much. Aroused shivers coursed up my spine. I was a moaning and whimpering mess.

"That's right, little girl, get nice and wet for me." He murmured. His voice had transformed from the even, husky tone to the sensual, seductive purr of a slick, fuckable Edward.

After the first ice cube was melted, he added a second, and then a third before putting the fourth further than the previous ones had gone.

"I'm going to bury the ice deep in your pussy now. Would you like that?" He purred.

"Please," Was all that I could verbally form. He circled the ice cube around my entrance before pushing it in. I moaned very loudly. The ice took all of the sourness away and still managed to drive me higher on the mountain of pleasure. He took his other hand and massaged my clit while the ice cube easy inside of me. My moans were getting louder every second. The coolness spread heat all over my body. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

"E-Edward, I'm gonna c-cum," I squeaked. He just put more pressure on my clit as he was massaging it.

"Cum for me, little girl!" He ordered and that was all it took. Colors exploded my vision and an intense heat spread down my thighs. I think I was screaming, but I wasn't sure. Wave after wave of pleasure took over my body, driving me to complete incoherency.

The waves of pleasure gradually got smaller until I was finally aware again. I felt something stroking my face. It took me a minute to realize that it was Edward's hand. He softly smiled at me and took me into his arms once again, burying his head in my hair. I hugged him to my chest until my breathing slowed.

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