A/N - So I was going to be mean and hold out and make y'all wait a week before an update, but just couldn't do it after all the wonderful reviews for the last chapter. Hope that this next part is what you were all waiting for!!! :)
Many thanks to my wonderful beta, changedbyEdward for being the best beta around!!
Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight and I am just borrowing!! No copyright infringement intended!! Oh and psst....psst...... LEMON ALERT :)
(Bella's POV)
"Stay with me." The words were out of my mouth before I even had a chance to consider what they meant, what they would imply to him. Without hesitation, he nodded and placed his hand in mine.
I looked back quickly at the destruction we were leaving behind, but heard him chuckle. "Don't worry Bella, she'll forgive you." I pouted at him, but never let go of the hand that I clutched in mine, guiding him quickly from the room to the stairs. We climbed them together wordlessly, each lost in our thoughts.
I opened the door to my room and led him inside, closing out the world behind us. I stopped in the middle of the room and turned to him. "I just need a moment, will you wait for me?"
He smiled and nodded and I moved to the bathroom, closing myself into my own personal bubble. I wasn't sure how things had happened so quickly, but now I had him back in my bedroom and I was at a complete loss as to how I wanted to proceed.
Part of me longed to simply forget and move ahead, to let everything go and move forward with our eternity. The love was there – there was no denying the emotions and electricity that had flowed through us in the moments before we were so rudely interrupted. I knew in my heart that we would still be in each other's arms if that misfortune had not taken place.
But now that things had calmed, I knew that as wonderful as it would be to just let everything go; we had serious issues that needed to be rectified. If we let this happen, would we take the time to go back and resolve everything? If we didn't…if we just started from here without a clean slate, would it be ok or would it fester and end up destroying everything?
I slumped against the counter and stared into space. If my heart were still beating I knew it would be echoing through the room, but all I could hear was eerie silence. I leaned over the sink and turned on the water, just to break the monotony. The minutes ticked by.
"Bella?" His velvet voice sang to me and I hugged myself close. I had forgotten how easily I could lose myself in him. I had thought maybe that was something that would have been left behind with my previous life, but it was still there. Everything about him beckoned to me.
I found myself moving towards the door, yet unable to open it. I leaned against it and pressed my forehead against the wood, undecided.
I sensed his presence just on the other side, wondering deep down if he was having the same doubts as me.
"Bella?" His voice was still velvet, but I could hear the undertone of fear. "Bella, do you want me to leave? Please love, I will do anything you ask. Just tell me what you want."
I stood silent for a moment and moved my hand towards the knob. With those simple words he had answered one of my questions and given me the resolve to go on. I had been given a choice. I had been offered the option of whether he stayed or he went. It wasn't the resolution to all we needed to discuss, but it was a beginning and one I would gladly take to just to feel whole again.
I opened the door and stepped out only to find myself wrapped in his arms, his chin resting against the top of my head in an embrace that reminded me of the time we had lost. I pressed my lips to the exposed skin above his shirt, allowing my tongue to trace against his Adam's apple. I heard a small growl in response and giggled, looking up to see his eyes dark with desire. My hands moved to his hair, which I noticed immediately was damp and messy. He had showered and changed into lounge pants and a clean shirt while I had been hiding away in my own bathroom. His fresh scent was intoxicating and I felt a familiar heat between my legs as I allowed my hands to once again explore his chest, trailing down to the waist of his pants.
I glanced up to see him watching me, a look of want and excitement written all over his face, yet he didn't move. I ran a finger along his waist line, slowly working my hands underneath the material and pushing it up; my nose pressed against the skin I revealed as I traced a thin line up his chest with my tongue, almost coming undone between the smell and taste of him.
A hiss escaped from his mouth and I felt his arms encircle me as his mouth found mine, his kisses no longer cold to me, but now soft and tender and full of desire. Our tongues danced together as his fingers slid into my hair, pulling me into his fiery kiss. I heard a slight rip of material and saw my shirt and tank top fall to the floor, shredded to pieces.
The feel of my skin against his was a sensation that I had longed for and my arms slid around his neck as he lifted and carried me the few remaining steps to the bed.
Laying me back against the pillows, he lowered his body to mine, his lips devouring first my mouth, then my chin, my neck and finally placing a kiss just above where my crest lay against my chest. I pressed back into the pillows, my fingers lost in his mess of copper hair, urging him to continue. I felt the clasp of my bra come undone and gasped as his tongue found one nipple, his breath and tongue teasing at the hardened rosebud and then tracing over the hollow to lavish the other as well. I moaned as he teased me with small nips and felt myself pooling at my core. I writhed underneath him and felt the solid form of his arousal pressing against my hip.
Unable to contain myself, I bucked against him, flipping him to his back and straddling his body. He was startled by my newborn strength and I loved the feeling of being in control. He moved to grab my sides, but again I beat him, grabbing his hands and locking them against the pillows with mine.
His eyes were almost black as I bit at his neck, savouring the taste of him as I rubbed myself against him, his hardened cock pressing against the soaked interior of my jeans.
"Bella!" He gasped out my name as I moved against him with a quick rhythm. The scent of our arousal was hot in the air and I knew it wouldn't take much longer. I moved with vampire speed, ripping my jeans and lace panties with one move and his pants with another. His arms reached for me and pulled me back to his chest for an instant as I positioned myself over his erect manhood.
I gasped as the tip of his cock moved to find the entrance between my wet lips and moaned in delight as I allowed my body to completely sheathe his member. We were still for only a moment, staring into each other's eyes, enjoying the complete feeling of being joined. His hands gripped at my hips and I moved against the rhythm he set, his eyes never leaving mine as we rocked together.
His hands slid from my hips and up my stomach until he was cupping my breasts, squeezing and kneading against the motion. As the pace quickened his grip tightened and I moaned in pleasure as he pinched my nipples between his fingers, the pressure only adding to the ecstasy. I felt myself slipping over the edge of a precipice and leaned back against the bed as he raised his hips with a final thrust, our bodies coming together in a flurry of gasps and moans.
I dropped against him, my chest moulding to his and lost myself in the pleasure of having him hold me tightly against his frame, our bodies still joined as one. I sighed contentedly as he covered the top of my head with tiny kisses, his fingers tracing delicious designs against my skin. Even having just been together, I felt the electricity of his touch beckoning me to come again.
I pressed my lips against his shoulder, nipping at his skin. The taste of him was so sweet against my lips. I moved to break up our entanglement, but his hands gripped me to him.
"Not yet, love," he whispered. I nodded and nestled back against him, resting my head against his shoulder. I would stay like this forever if he asked me to.
(Edward's POV)
We lay in silence together, joined as one, our hands gently exploring each other's bodies as we basked in what had just passed. In my wildest hopes I had never dreamed when I returned to her tonight that I would find myself here in her bedroom, our love for each other finally consummated.
The moments right after I played her lullaby had been electric and fiery and we had lost ourselves as the animals within took over. I would never have been able to stop myself had the bench not collapsed and I dread to think how we would have reacted to the aftermath of that coupling.
Something changed between Bella and I between the time she asked me for a moment and her return to me. I had been glad to give her the time she requested, having returned to the house straight from three days hunting. I had really hoped to have the chance to freshen up before seeing her, but when I returned to her room moments later and saw that she had not yet come out, I feared for the worst.
She had time to analyze what had happened and was most likely chastising herself and becoming furious with me for our actions when we had so much left to discuss.
But then she returned to me and the minutes that had just passed were the most amazing of my life. Having lived as I had for the past century, always the loner on the outside looking in as the rest of my family had found the joys of having a mate to love and cherish, I knew that I was missing something indescribable. I had resigned myself to the fate I had been cast, even after meeting my Bella, knowing we would never be able to share everything, but I had been content with knowing her love and the closeness we did share.
The time spent apart had been horrifying. I thought of the words to a song that had played relentlessly in the late eighties by one of the many forgettable rock bands from that era. The words "It's better to have lost at love than to have never loved at all" had haunted me when I first heard it but tortured me after I left Bella. At my darkest moments, I wondered if it had really been better because the loss of her was too much to bear. And I now knew the toll it had taken on her.
I felt her gaze on me and I pulled myself from the darkness of the past to look at the glowing embers of the present that I held in my arms.
"What were you thinking about?" she whispered as her lips pressed themselves against my shoulder.
"How much time I wasted," I answered as I hugged her more tightly to me.
"It doesn't matter, Edward. All that matters is right here, right now." She stared up at me, her eyes so full of love that I was sure my heart would begin beating. "For tonight, I don't want to think about what could have been or what might have changed. I only want this." She kissed my neck. "And this." Her lips pressed against my chest above my heart. "And this," her voice whispered huskily as she rolled her hips against mine, our bodies still joined.
My reaction was instantaneous. I chuckled as I buried my face into her hair, my tongue teasing up her neckline until I found the earlobe I was looking for and pulled it into my mouth, sucking at it noisily as I tickled her ribs in the exact spot that I knew would make her laugh. Lost in the moment, she gasped as I flipped us on the bed, careful not to use enough force to put it through the floor.
"Now what are you going to do, love?" I growled as I pressed her hands against the pillows on either side of her head. She stared at me for a moment and again I envisioned her as the shy girl I had fallen for, her blush staining her cheeks furiously. I smiled at the memory, but cherished the woman that now lay beneath me, alabaster skin and dark eyes full of wanton desire.
Without shame she bucked her hips against me, urging me to pick up the pace. I kept her hands clasped beneath mine and lifted my body away, pulling myself from within her velvet grasp. Her lips pouted and she raised her hips, begging me to return.
Unable to resist, I plunged myself deep within her again, taking pleasure in the moans the movement elicited. My need for her was overwhelming and I knew that this time would not be as gentle as the first, as I moved in and out of her core, my cock even harder than before. Her body writhed beneath me as her nails gripped into my wrists, fighting for release. I released one only to have her drag her nails down my chest as she begged for more. I pulled her up to me into a sitting position, our bodies still joined, grinding against each other. Her lips found my neck and we convulsed together in a motion of climax as she bit hard against my skin, her razor-sharp teeth marking me as her own.
We collapsed against the bed, and I rolled away from her, pulling her against my side as I allowed myself to float away. She threw her arm over me and raised her head, resting her chin against my chest. I felt her tremble and looked down to find her laughing, her eyes staring at my neck in wonder.
"What are you laughing at you little minx?"
"I'm just wondering how you are going to hide that from Emmett. It's definitely going to leave a mark!" Her laughter grew louder by the minute and I stared at her in wonder – thanking God or whomever was responsible for giving her to me.
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