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Bella POV

And so my and Edward's honeymoon ended. As was most likely, my father's intentions, we'd boarded the boat to travel back to Italy with them destined to guard my dad until the end of his human days, whether that occurred at the end of his natural life, or through his adoption into our world. Marcus and Didyme came home, again most likely Aro's intentions, having heard that we'd been retrieved. He'd taken one look at Aro, snarled, and then insisted that the four of us, he, Didyme, Edward, and I, would escape every weekend to the chateau. Our times there had proven priceless, strengthening the bond between my favored uncle and I…as well as Didyme and I. I couldn't imagine my world without her now. She and Marcus glowed with happiness…it was the only way to describe them really.

For now though, I put those ponderings away and straightened Jake's bow tie.

"You are beautiful, Jake," I said, smoothing the crease of worry between his eyes away. He snorted at my assessment of his looks.

"I feel like I'm forgetting something," he said, smoothing his shaking hands down the black fabric of his tuxedo.

"Alice left you in charge of only two duties…getting dressed…" I arched my eyebrow at him in the monkey suit "…and the ring." I held up the box with the gold band that would accompany the large solitaire on Eve's hand. "She knew that you would be so nervous that you'd have an anxiety attack, so that is why she informed me as your best woman, to make sure that said tux was on in time and that I didn't let this ring out of my sight."

He twitched, moving in restless anticipation.

"Jake…"

His brown eyes jerked down to my golden ones.

"Breathe!"

He expelled a large gush of air and took another big one in, like a dying man gasping for his last breath. He placed his hands on my arms and hung onto me like I was his anchor amidst a violent storm. I grinned, enjoying this side of him.

"I'm so nervous, Bella. I've been looking forward to this day since the moment she accepted my proposal, but now I just feel like I am going to throw up."

I reached up and placed my hands to each side of his face, making sure he looked directly down into my eyes. "Jacob Black, within just an hour, she will be Mrs. Jacob Black. You can get through anything for that, so take my hand and let's walk through that door. The bride cannot come down the aisle, to be appropriately oh'ed and ah'ed over, if the groom isn't there."

"'kay," he said as eloquently as his quivering jaw would allow.

The moment I saw Evelina begin walking towards us, Jacob stood a little taller and calmed perceptively. She was attached to Alrik's arm and the blond man didn't hesitate when he gave her hand over to my personal sun. It was a truly momentous occasion.

As momentous was the guest list to the tiny wedding on the Quileute reservation. The Cullens had walked onto the property for the first time in history, to participate, and, as such, the list was fairly small - us, Aro and Sulpicia as the Volturi representatives, the other wolves, the elders, and the wolves' imprints (for those that had them). Ironically, Jacob could now relate more to Alrik's feelings as a result of Paul having imprinted on his sister, Rachel.

Jacob began crying as soon as he and Eve were pronounced man and wife. It was so beautiful that even Emmett withheld from teasing him.

Charlie refrained from speaking to Billy for all of two hours into the party afterwards, before he caved to the longing, wistfulness, and pleading in his old friend's eyes. They then quickly ensconced themselves in a corner of the reservation's community room, talking about fishing as if they'd never been separated. Over the past day, Edward and I had remained in the woods outside my old house as friend after friend, including Mark, Charlie's old deputy and the new chief of police, came to welcome him home…only to find out he wouldn't be staying. The resulting rumor in Forks was that Charlie had taken a trip to Europe with his lottery winnings and fallen in love with an Italian woman. In fact, it was an Irish woman…Maggie and her bouncing red curls. She'd taken one look at my father during a trip to report to Aro, seen the honesty of his heart, and it had all been over. Charlie had done the same, and much to my amusement, was a man deeply in love.

Maggie had begged Carlisle to change my daddy, not wanting to give Aro any more power over the situation. Although, I was quite certain my Father would have been more than happy to oblige, Caius had ironically stepped in upon hearing the negotiations. He'd developed an attachment to my Daddy and planned to do the changing himself. I'd been concerned at first, but Marcus quickly told me that Caius had been responsible for many immortals, and that they would all monitor the process to ensure that Charlie "died appropriately." Aro had just rolled his eyes and walked away. He could care less who changed Charlie…just that it happened.

Aro…Aro was a vampire well-pleased with how his world had turned out. Charlie being a member of the Irish Coven was going to secure even more ties for him. Marcus was back, and the four leaders…the new Volturi…were stronger than ever. So much so, that I asked him when he and my mother were going to take a vacation. The look on his face had told me how foreign that proposition was for him. I took care of it, asking Carlisle and Esme whether their island could be utilized again. Aro had panic attacks…true panic attacks at the thought of leaving. I'd reminded him that, according to the stories, he'd been willing to step down when he'd planned to go after Stefan and Vladimir. His response was so telling. "But Isabella, that had been for the good of the Volturi. My being gone for the time you are proposing has no purpose."

My response had been final. "Yes, it does, it is called relaxation and letting go of control for a little. Don't worry, I'll teach you."

So, as Charlie would be changed within a few days of our return to Italy, another momentous occasion would also occur…Aro would leave the Volturi castle, bound for a month-long vacation. The first one ever. Emmett had raised his hand upon the announcement, and I'd prepared for him to make a sarcastic remark about how he'd take care of everything while Aro was gone. What he'd said was funnier.

"Jasper can take care of everything for you, Aro…he's the bloodthirsty one of us and will fit right in…"

Jasper's eyes had rounded out in horror, and throwing the laughing Alice over his shoulder, he'd disappeared…for a week. He wanted nothing to do with being Aro's substitute, perfectly happy to be the Master of Vamps (as Emmett called him, making a play on the military title).

"Love, you're a million miles away," Edward whispered into my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back into his chest.

"I am," I admitted. "Being here just made me realize how much has changed over the last year or so."

"Definitely a different world, isn't it?" He placed his lips to the sensitive skin behind my ear, nuzzling there, sending fire racing along my skin. "Come, Love. Let's see Mr. and Mrs. Black off to their honeymoon. I need to accompany the family back to the house, and then I'll meet you at Charlie's."

Aro and Sulpicia were staying with the family at the big house, while we protected Charlie at his. The evening before, we'd gotten distracted in the woods and ended up frolicking naked through the trees, just out of sight. Tonight, we'd stay inside, deciding what Charlie and I should take or leave. Aro and Sulpicia would be helping the Cullens pack up all the things that would be shipped to Volterra. Incriminating evidence, I still chuckled about my father's voyage into criminal trespassing, and all.

"Okay."

We laughed as Jacob almost tripped in his haste to get Eve into the car and away from us. They were off to Hawaii to spend two weeks at an exotic, all inclusive retreat. Esme quickly informed the Quileute guest to sit down, and we had the hall cleaned in five minutes. Before leaving, Billy said a tearful goodbye to Charlie, knowing he wouldn't see him for at least a year. We didn't know how long my dad's newborn instincts would keep him away from his very human friend. Billy never asked just who would be biting Charlie. We figured it was his way of ignoring the possibility that one of the Cullens would be breaking the treaty. I wondered just how long it would stand, considering that Billy would have an extremely hard time seeing my father as the enemy.

Finally, I kissed Edward softly and whispered "hurry home" before Charlie and I piled into the car, heading back to the house.

It was past midnight, so my dad was barely able to get through his shower before he dropped to the bed snoring. It was an oddly endearing moment.

Taking a shower myself, I was momentarily thrown for a loop when I reached into the overnight bag that Alice had packed to find a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. I was perplexed. Alice couldn't have packed this…it was inconceivable. Looking at the label in the pants, I snickered. Maybe she had, because only Alice would buy designer sweats. They were extremely comfortable and the T-shirt was vintage, so they just felt…right. The shirt was a navy blue one with the words Let it Be on it in white and portraits of the Beatles. It was well washed and soft, and it reeked of Edward, which made it so much better. I wondered if he'd attended one of their concerts and thought to ask, as I pulled it over my naked chest. No bra…being a vampire meant that all laws of gravity didn't work, and I loved being able to go without the torture device.

Left to the peace of the house, I wandered around the tiny space that had temporarily been my home, as I brushed out my wet hair, glancing at things as I passed.

Here I'd dreamed of Edward…here I'd sat comatose after he left. He'd sat and watched me from the chair in the corner...before I'd enticed him into lying beside me in the bed. The purple comforter had been used as a barrier between us many times. Moving to the bulletin board that sat behind the ancient computer, I looked at the pictures that had been left behind when Edward attempted to erase my memories of him. Looking to them, I saw the humans who'd been my friends. Angela, Tyler, Mike, Ben, Jessica, and Lauren…I knew them only because Alice had enlightened me.

Moving to the closet, I opened the door to look at the clothes that had been left behind. I had to smile, realizing now why Alice had had such a fit. They were old and dowdy…but comfortable. I was betting she'd given me what she provided because she saw me succumbing to the desire to wear some of them. One thing for sure, my human scent was strong…almost overwhelming.

The few books I'd possessed sat on top of the small dresser, along with a few trinkets. I ran my fingers through the light coating of dust as I contemplated them. I'd definitely be taking them with me. They weren't precious in regards to value like many of the tomes in Volterra, but they were precious to me because they'd been mine. I reached to pick up my copy of Romeo and Juliet, and the shadowing at my wrist caught my eye, distracting me from my destination.

Unloved. Unwanted.

Now the words mocked me from the inner pale skin above my wrist. Moving to the window, I looked out over the moonlight yard and realized how wrong I'd been. A snore from the other room caught my attention and caused me to smile. Even Charlie, the only one I'd acknowledged probably loved me in some small way, had proven me wrong. He'd loved me more than I knew…enough to be willing to give up everything to come after me, so sure that his instincts were right.

I thought of all the others.

Jake, my personal sun. Not only had he searched for me tirelessly with the Cullens, he'd saved me, breaking through the grief that would have destroyed me. His tears had literally been like drops of sunlight burning through the fog of my sorrow. Would I have roused enough to recognize what my heart was telling me without his interference? I doubted it. Then he'd followed us into a fight that wasn't his to wage, except for the fact he considered himself family. Now, what threatened us, threatened him and vice versa. Jake had been a boy when he'd allowed his anger at me to lash out, but he'd been a man escorting his wife into their Happily Ever After this night. A man I was glad loved me as much as I loved him.

Alice, my future-seeing sister, the one who'd broken my heart because I'd thought she'd never leave me…she'd stayed to watch over me in secrecy. Jasper, the man who felt too much, had been by her side the entire time. He'd felt so guilty, thinking he'd ruined my life…but hadn't he been the reason, in a way, that I had what I had…the impetus for everything that happened. Now, Jasper commanded the world's finest army, using his skills to keep the world safe for both humans and vampires, while Alice stood at his side, watching over us all.

Emmett, my bear of a brother…as I remembered the distraction he'd provided to keep Edward and Felix from going after each other, I realized he was the one willing to put himself in harm's way, to give me time to figure out for myself just who I couldn't live without. He wasn't as dumb as he wanted everyone to believe, in fact, he exactly opposite…shrewd where it most counted…in matters of the heart. His wife and my sister, Rosalie…she'd proven to be an ally after all. I'd never forget the look on her face as she tore into my room, my wedding ring in hand. She'd known Edward would want it. I looked down at the beautiful piece that rested on my left hand. It was shiny and beautiful, and as one of the diamonds twinkled in the bright moonlight, I realized full of hidden depths…just like Rosalie. She and Emmett, although untalented, had used their natural abilities to make sure that Edward had a chance with me, which had including watching over me here in this room, long before they came to Volterra to fight for me as well.

Esme and Carlisle…my mother and father. I knew now just what Carlisle had given up when he walked through the doors of the Volterra castle, coming for me. He'd led the family in their watch over me, then on the chase for me, before giving up his freedom to walk back into Aro's control. He'd not known whether I was still in existence or not, that he'd never leave Volterra, but he'd come anyway in hopes of rescuing me. He'd literally given up his freedom for me…no truer love could there be. Esme…I still cringed when I realized what I'd said to her about not having enough love left in her heart for me. When I'd attempted to apologize to her, she'd only hugged me tightly and told me to "shush." She, along with Marcus, had taught me the lesson of forgiveness.

Bella, we'll speak no more of this, because love does not require saying we are sorry. We both know that we did things that we wished we could change, but in the end, we have each other and that is all that matters.

How true…not only did I have them, but I had Aro and Sulpicia, Caius and Athenodora, Marcus and Didyme, Jane, Felix, Demetri…and so many others. Individuals, and their love, that I'd picked up along the journey that started on a cliff just outside of town.

I turned my wrists back over and contemplated what I could do to alter the permanent stains of my naiveté. Perhaps it was appropriate that I couldn't…that I'd carry the reminders for eternity. As Edward's memories of the humans he'd fed off of served as a constant reminder of his mistakes, the hastily applied words would serve as permanent mementos to me. The only thing I could conceive was to have Edward utilize a werewolf's claw and venom to scar over the "Un" in both, leaving the real truth.

loved wanted

For surely I was, even though I was still unsure what I'd really done to deserve it.

Turning back to look at my tiny room, I grinned. Whether I deserved it or not, I intended to enjoy this new life that had been given me, for I'd found my true home in the arms of the bronze-haired vampire who loved me.

There were a few things I wanted to pack to take back to Volterra with me, but a sense of nostalgia hit me and instead I went to lie upon the tiny bed where Edward had held me every night. Thanks to my heightened sense of smell, I could still detect his scent interlaced with mine and buried my nose deeply into the sheets, enjoying the decadence of it. The sound of the window scraping open drew me away from my own personal nirvana, and I glanced up to see him slipping through the window as he'd done so many times before.

"Edward?" I began to tease him about his mode of entry, but the look on his face, as he turned, stopped me.

His eyes were slanted and his skin stretched tautly across his cheekbones and jaw.

"Fuck, you smell good!" His voice was harsh and needy.

He stood still, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply, pulling the richly-perfumed air of my bedroom into him. A low growl began reverberating throughout the room. The timbre of it resonated within me, pulling an answering call from deep within my chest. I saw him swallow deeply and realized his mouth was flooding with venom at the smell of the human Bella. He looked dangerous…the epitome of many school girl's fantasies of a vampire come to claim her. The run over here had tousled his hair even more and he looked deliciously disheveled…like I'd spent the night running my fingers through his hair in passion. Which was exactly what I wanted to do.

Hm…this was very intriguing.

How many times had I wished that he would lose control and give into my feeble attempts at seduction? How many times had I wished I would see him look this way? He'd been so damn controlled because of my frail human nature, when all I'd wanted him to do was lose it a little. This room held many unrealized fantasies, so much so, that the walls should have been screaming out in frustration. I know I had.

Blurring to my feet, I moved quickly to him, rising on my tiptoes to place my lips along the curve of his neck. "Baby, what does the smell of me do to you?"

He grunted, clearly unable to do anymore when my hand brushed across his cock, which was straining against his jeans.

"Does it make you want to consume me…to possess me…to fuck me?"

I saw him tense. Yeah, I was getting to him. Damn…this felt good. Brushing my lips across his Adam apple to the other side of his throat to just below his ear, I licked his skin, savoring the taste of him. He hissed at me, knowing what I was doing. I grinned against him, letting him know just how happy I was with that.

"You, my husband…you started this, coming through my window like that. What were you planning? To recreate our nights from before? Were you going to hold out on me again? Claim this time we couldn't do anything because Charlie was in the next room?" I murmured, scratching my fingernails across his chest, over my initials.

He growled at me softly and finally opened his eyes. They were black and eager. My nipples pebbled at the sight, and I felt the familiar wetness seeping from between my legs, adding to the heady aroma of the room. He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer against the hard ridge of his erection.

I hoped to take you on every surface in this room, he said silently.

Then, he let me see brief images of him taking me against the wall, the door, bent over the desk, his face between my legs as I sat on top of the dresser, my hands tied to the fragile headboard as he teased me unmercifully, him sitting on the chair as I straddled him, moving over him.

Just a few of my ideas, he offered up.

"Hmmm…" I hummed against his chest, sneaking my hands between us to start unbuttoning his shirt.

"Where did you get that outfit?" he said harshly. I felt his hands clench around my hips, rocking against me in a way that caused his cock to brush wonderfully against me.

"Alice."

He laughed harshly. "Of course."

"Care to explain," I said softly against the skin I'd bared, running my tongue over the "S" on his chest.

He purred deeply, my name escaping his lips gently. I'd finished the buttons and brushed his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. The visual of it gracing the floor sparked a thought, but I wanted to hear his explanation first.

"I came close to developing a sweat suit fetish because of you Bella. Of course Alice would ensure that you were in some…here. It shouldn't also surprise me that she would arrange to have you wearing a piece of my clothing…hitting multiple fantasies all at the same time. Sadistic vampire…she loves to torture me with those visions of hers," he swore out.

I grinned in devilish glee. "Close your eyes, Edward."

I watched in fascination as he obeyed me without hesitation. I moved to my closet and noticed him turn toward me, subtly hearing the creak of the door. I left it open so that the scent would saturate the room, but to expedite that process I grabbed one of the pieces. A feral snarl tore out of my husband's chest when I waved it under his nose.

"Let me see what that does to you?" I begged.

Edward raised his hand to my face, placing his thumb below my ear and cupping my jaw to place his fingers against my lips. Unable to resist the temptation, I ran my tongue across them. Sexual need…sexual necessity poured into me at our touch, causing every feeling within me to pool between my legs, throbbing harshly. I needed to feel him filling me. The ache was overwhelming, painful really. For him, he needed to feel me clenching around him, milking his body as I screamed his name. He wanted to feel my nails clawing across his back, and my legs wrapping around him and holding him to me. He desired to feel my clit against his tongue as he licked the moisture from me. It was heady and overwhelming. I also felt the venom pooling in his mouth, as from somewhere in the hidden recesses of my closet came the smell of my blood. Thirst, like I'd never known, poured through me…the call of a singer. Thirst and sexual desire combined overpowering me.

Have to fuck you… NOW! He threw me.

Yes!

The wall fantasy won out as he snatched me to him and pinned me against the area beside the window, leaning against me, his leg putting delightful pressure between my legs.

Bella, the demon holding me said, keep that shirt with you…damn…the smell…

His hands clenched in the material of the one I was wearing, and he barely controlled himself from tearing off me. "One of my favorites," he murmured. "Alice knew what seeing a Beatle's shirt on you would do to me."

He took the shirt I was holding from my hands and carefully placed it between his teeth. I saw him draw his lips back enjoying the fragrance that wafted over his tongue. Then he slid his fingers under the edge of the T-shirt I was wearing, feathering them over the expanse of my stomach. I began panting from the pleasure that his fingers brought me. Leaning my head back against the wall, I relished the feel of his hands smoothing across my skin until he came to the fullness of my breasts. I barely felt the skim of his fingers across my nipples, but it was enough, and I barely kept myself from screaming out. It was infuriating, having to be quiet because of Charlie. My eyes popped open to see Edward's twisted smile. It was a mixture of lust, satisfaction, and perverseness, even around the shirt he held in his gleaming teeth.

Hard to be quiet isn't it, Love. I wanted to cry out many times when you'd brush up against me in your sleep. I had to stifle my reactions for fear of waking you or Charlie.

Even his internal voice was sinful, and I wanted to bath in it. After tweaking my nipples, he moved his hands upwards taking my/his shirt off. The look of adoration on his face as he stared at my breasts was intoxicating. My nipples grew harder at his stare, and I begged. Edward, put your lips on me.

Growling, he glanced up at me. A single hand captured both of mine, holding them to the wall above me. Then he draped the human Bella perfumed shirt across my shoulders. Leaning down, he took a deep breath and then barely flicked one of my hard tips with his tongue.

"Oh, god. Please, Edward. Don't tease me," I groaned out.

"Baby, I don't plan to, trust me. I can't hold out that long."

His lips feathered over mine as his hand traversed back over my stomach and slowly inched my pants down across my hips. I felt the material pool at my feet. A quick shuffle and he'd captured the fabric with one foot, pulling my legs out. He took the time to softly tickle the sensitive skin behind my knees before his fingertips traveled up my inner thigh, stopping just short of where I really wanted them. Stepping back slightly, he looked long and hard at me.

"Beautiful."

My breasts thrust up towards him, begging to be licked and tasted, and I intentionally brushed my tongue across my lips attempting to entice him. His nostrils flared out, and he cut his eyes to mine quickly.

"I have use for those lips later, Love. For now..." He stopped speaking, and surged into me, pinning me against the wall behind us.

"Oh, yes!" I breathed out, feeling him fill me completely, stretching me to the point of exquisite fullness.

So hot, so wet…so good.

I felt the heat of me surrounding him…sucking at him, and I intentionally tensed, earning a moan. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I tilted my pelvis at the angle I knew would be good for us both.

Harder, Edward.

His teeth grazed across my neck and he sucked the skin of my shoulder into his mouth. His hand anchored my hips and he began pushing into me deeply, withdrawing only to stretch me as he reentered.

Can't be gentle…

He was trembling, his famous control about to break.

Don't want you to, I sent back.

He surrendered and the fucking began. It was as if he was striving to go deeper with each penetration. The pictures on the wall rattled, threatening to fall off their hooks to the floor, but I couldn't have cared less. I watched my husband's face as he focused on the pleasure being created between our bodies. He ground against my clit with each thrust, building the pressure and caught between our twisting bodies, my nipples grazed his chest adding to the effect. I started to cry out, but his mouth pressed against mine, capturing the sound before it could wake Charlie. Opening to him, I drank in the taste of him as our tongues mated. The pulsing between my legs grew, and I swelled around him. He grunted in reaction, the feel of my sex driving him crazy.

Edward! Need…

I know Love, just a moment more. I love the feel of you up against this wall. The smell of your blood and scent…fuck, I wanted to take you so badly like this when I lay beside you. My little human…my goddess….

He finally released my arms, and I sank my fingers into his hair, turning his face so that I could better access his mouth to plunder. In turn, his free hand pinched one of my nipples driving me to the edge immediately.

OH yes! I began to cry out, but then sobbed when he moved his fingers quickly.

I heard him chuckle unmercifully. He knew how this felt for me because he was could feel everything I did. I thought he was being unnecessarily cruel until I felt him shudder. His lust washed over me again, and I knew it would only be a moment before we exploded. When his hand went to my ass and squeezed there, it sent me over the edge. Light exploded behind my eyelids as I clamped down on him, focusing on the rock hardness there before I felt his cum splashing in me.

Taking his time to work his hips into me for a little while longer, he finally placed his lips to my collarbone, placing reverent kisses across it as he still jerked slightly against me.

"Damnit Bella, that was the quickest I've ever cum and the least skillful. I wanted to take you against the wall and having you begging for hours before I finally let you find your release. I'm humbled. You and your scent are driving me wild…making me act like an inexperienced child or a fumbling fool," he grumbled against my skin.

I panted against his hair, still feeling the effects as an aftershock of my orgasm made me tighten against him again. "Kinda liking that inexperienced child thing then…was it my smell, the room, my dress?"

"Yes," he chuckled answering the question before raising his head to look me in the eyes. His were still dark with his lust and hunger, but I saw the humor there too.

"Bella…this room, you, the smell, that damn blood wherever it is….this is my personal version of heaven. I was attempting to be cute coming through the window. I planned to romance you, but I was overwhelmed by your smell the minute I turned to you. The only thing that would have made this better would be some of your blood to dribble across your tits for me to lick off."

I was shocked at his choice of words and better yet the visual. I nodded softly. "I wished I could give that to you Edward. Want me to go find us a deer?" I teased.

"Not the same, Love…not even close." His irritation at that was adorable.

"I know…but I'm going to find whatever is in that closet that has the blood on it, and it is going home with us. Some of the clothes too," I declared.

The look that crossed his face at that declaration was absolutely adorable, a combination of sexy fuck-hot man and nerd. He grinned suddenly, looking like a little boy. I liked this "fumbling" Edward as much as I liked the demented lover that drove me insane, keeping me on the edge of orgasm for hours. My wonderful, perfect-for-me husband, it would take eternity just to scratch the surface of the man he was. A feeling of such completion washed over me, and I bent slightly to place my lips to his gently, wanting to connect with the goofball.

The hum I heard from him this time was exactly opposite from the manic sound I'd heard earlier. This told me that I would be experiencing my gentle lover this time and when he breathed out "Bella" gently, I knew I'd been right.

"My Love, my Love," he said breaking away from my lips and trailing them up my jawline. "I love you more than you will ever know. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be your husband, your mate, your lover."

He said these words softly against my cheekbone before pressing our lips together again. I felt him moving his legs and realized he was toeing off his socks and shoes, and then he stepped out of the jeans he'd hastily pushed down earlier. He turned slowly, focusing on the play of our lips and tongues against each other before he began walking toward the bed.

I'd never felt more cherished than when he gently laid me on the covers of my bed and stroked his fingertips over my face to follow a pathway down my body.

"You are exquisite," he proclaimed.

No, he was the gorgeous one, bronze hair all askew and twinkling golden eyes in an exquisite face. My eyes ran down his body, and even though the scarring of Aribert's handiwork marred the perfection of his marble chest, it somehow made him more attractive. I realized it was because it added character to him. You knew that he'd been through hell and come out the other side. The initials would always remind me of what he'd gone through for us, even as I'd claimed them as my own personal branding.

Edward sat on the bed and then stretched out beside me. He rested his elbow on the bed and his face in his hand, gazing down at me. I snuggled into him.

"I'd given up on finding a mate, you know. I'd fallen into a state of despair, believing that I'd never know the love my siblings and parents had. All I can say is that the love you give me, it is everything I ever hoped for and more than I dreamed I would find. You are my forever." He punctuated his statement by giving me a long and passionate kiss, that relayed as much his love and respect as his lust and passion.

I was squirming against him before we were through. He linked our left hands then, bringing them to his lips to kiss. He traced the bones in my hand with the fingertip of his other, skimming over my engagement ring. The golden blaze of the topaz in his caught my eye, and I pulled our hands up to look at the ring Aro had given us better.

"I like this more and more as we go along. The hissing swans seem appropriate, because that is what I feel like doing to those that presume to look at you," I teased.

He smirked and shook his head at me. "They can look if they like, but they'll never garner an ounce of my attention. I'm all yours. Bella, I can't tell you how pleased I am that you wear my mother's ring. It has always meant a lot to me. It is one of the few memories I have of her. I just see her reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair out of her face, and the diamonds glinting in the afternoon sun as she sat reading on our porch. I know it is terribly old fashioned – but I guess I am as well," he smiled shyly.

"It's perfect," I answered truthfully.

His lips captured mine again, and his fingers wove through my hair. I skimmed my hands over his ribs to stop at his hips, enjoying the fine muscles there. The kiss was soft and worshipful as we each explored the other and enjoyed the taste of our combined venom like the bouquet of a fine wine. The brush of his tongue against mine made me shift under him, as I knew just how talented he was with it, and visions of him sucking on my nipples or licking my swollen sex made me grow hungry for him again. The feel of his cock hardening made me smile. Always ready for me…

He broke away from my lips and traveled to the scar at the curve of my neck…the scar he'd given me the first time we made love. The scar that drew him like a moth to the flame. It was a daily event for him to worship there, sometimes kissing the scar…other times running his tongue over it like I did his scarring. When we were very much caught up in the moment, it was just as likely that he'd sink his teeth back into me, mimicking the first claiming of me in that manner. It all enflamed me…the loving caresses…the feral claiming.

My thoughts gave me an idea. "Edward, turn over," I asked.

His eyes captured mine, and I saw the reluctance there.

"I want to love you this time. We have all night…you can have the other times. Allow me this…"

He immediately complied, but I knew that he was struggling with it. My mate…my lover…my husband, I thought, borrowing the terms he'd utilized, was still not comfortable being the one idolized. Certainly he accepted my caresses, but it was so much more comfortable to him to be the one showing his adoration than being the recipient.

I stood to pull him a little farther down on the bed and arranged his legs slightly apart. Then I pulled his arms slightly out to the side, making sure that I had access to all that I wanted. Traveling the length of his body with my eyes, I admired the lean grace of him. The bronze hair covering his head and chest glimmered in the soft glow of the moon coming in from the window. The gold of his eyes watched me with love and desire as I stood before him completely naked and without shame.

When I came to his cock, I couldn't help but lick my lips, thinking of tasting him. He groaned having discerned my thoughts.

"Like what you see, Bella?" he asked softly, tauntingly.

"Oh yes…most definitely. The only thing that would make it better is to have you moving in and out of my lips, your cum sliding down my throat." Boy…look at me…getting brazen enough to taunt back.

I saw the answering glisten of moisture appear at the head and smiled wickedly before turning back to look at him. "Looks like that idea appeals to you as well," I murmured to my now dark-eyed lover.

"Very much," he forced out in a desire-ridden voice. Sex voice…velvet…mine!

He began to move, and I barked out, "Stop. I didn't tell you that you could move!"

He grinned seductively and went back to the exact position I'd left him in. The moment he relaxed back, I knew I had him. "I'll tell you when you can move."

He chuckled harshly.

Going to the end of the bed, I crawled up between his legs. Starting at the tip of his foot, I traced my fingers across the fine muscles there to travel to his calf muscles. Softly, I kneaded the strength there, earning a groan of appreciation from him. I dug my fingertips in, giving him a good massage before I skimmed my hands up the skin layered with soft hair to get to his thighs.

"I love your legs," I admitted to him.

They weren't massive like Emmett's, more runner or swimmer like, but I knew the strength and speed they gave him. I remembered vaguely the first time I'd climbed on his back for the run from the meadow to the truck…and how overwhelmed I'd been afterward.

"Edward, before we go back to Italy, can we run to the meadow for a few hours. I'd like to go there with you?" I asked, but hadn't stopped my fingertip exploration of the muscles that stood out in relief on his legs.

"Yes…" he hissed, as I brought my fingertips to rest just below his tight balls.

"Is there a problem?" I teased, knowing full well what was driving him crazy.

Fucking hell, Bella! Woman, you expect me to give you a logical answer when every ounce of intelligence I have is focused on my dick. Baby…

Shhh…I'll take care of him.

Even the perfect control he had over his body couldn't stop his cock from twitching at the thought of what I'd just promised. Purposely skipping the whole massive erection part of him, I moved my fingertips to his stomach, smoothing across the tight muscles there.

FUCK! He grumbled.

"Edward Cullen…" I admonished out loud.

Can't help it, Bella. The feel of your mouth when you give me head… I don't know what I like more; licking your pussy or feeling you swallow my cock.

Oh Shit. He was breaking out the big guns…potty mouth Edward. He hadn't moved a muscle, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to tempt me with his mind. Fuck…I loved that we could hear each other at these times.

He grinned in a devilish manner having heard just how much his words turned me on.

I countered his words with a visual of me swallowing his cock while he licked me. The 69 position was definitely one of my faves, and I turned to watch said cock twitch again at my visuals and more moisture leaked out of him. He valiantly attempted to control himself by locking down his muscles when he saw what I planned to do, but his lips twitched. I slowly reached my finger out to his head and meticulously coated it in the moisture weeping from there. Then, just as slowly I raised it to my lips, and while his greedy, black eyes watched, I used the tip of my tongue to clean my fingertip before popping the whole finger into my mouth and sucking it clean. When I let go with a pop, one of his hands twitched.

"Un…Uh," I said softly dropping my hand back to his stomach so that I could hear him.

Fuck!

Yeah…loved me some out of control Edward. I moved to straddle him, making sure that the tip of him skimmed across my wet pussy. Might as well torture myself while I tortured him.

Enjoy yourself Bella. Next time when you are begging me…I'll remember this.

I rolled my eyes at him, and nudged down slightly with my hips, causing his head to bump into me slightly. I felt my scalding heat surrounding his swollen head and the snugness of the fit. I felt his strain…to keep from slamming into me to find the relief he needed. Popping up as if it had been an accident, I gasped in mock horror. He groaned, knowing what I was going to do.

"Can't have me on you just yet. I was fully looking forward to giving you a blow job. Well…no time like the present to clean you up."

I saw his fingertips clench slightly into the sheets while I moved backwards. Starting at the base near his balls, I licked all the way up, swirling around his head temptingly.

Mother Fuck!

I grinned against the soft skin of him before moving to pay the same attention to the top. Score! Getting even better…seriously fucking turned-on Edward. This time, I tasted a small stream of his pre-cum and placing my mouth just over the head, I hummed my appreciation.

I felt his reaction at the core of me. My mouth did feel awesome around his cock. Feeling it through the connection of our minds was almost overwhelming. I let go to stand up right, my fingers immediately going to my clit, pressing it for some relief.

Damnit Bella! You can't do that and expect me to stay still. I'm…I'm not going to make this…gotta move…

I saw my fingers on my clit through his eyes, and moved my fingers to my satisfaction and his, seeing what turned him on by the visuals. He almost snapped when I spread my legs further apart nudging his legs wider, and he could see the glistening moisture gathering. I didn't dare put one of my fingers inside myself…I would have cum immediately. Opening my eyes, I looked down at the man splayed before me.

Shaking my head to dispel some of the lust, I murmured. "Sorry, got a little distracted when I tasted you."

While he remained perfectly quiet, he was awash with the need to be inside me. Please, Bella…

Not yet.

He groaned, and it was a deep pain-filled sound. I was a masochist…because I liked it.

Moving back to place my knees to the side of his hips, I lowered only slightly enough over his cock for him to brush randomly against my wetness. Placing my lips at the SV, I worried the skin there for a few moments, before skimming over to take his nipple in my mouth.

Edward might be able to lock down the muscles of his body, but he couldn't control everything. The deep feral snarl that escaped him would have told me how much he enjoyed this, even if I couldn't experience it firsthand. The feel of my tongue scraping across the tight little bud just before I bit slightly down into it, electrified him. My own nipples scraped across the fine hair of his chest. It was tantalizing, and I moved to bring more of the contact.

Bella! Fuck…I… Love, Please. I'm about to cum all over myself.

"That's fine. If you do, I'll lick it off of you," I promised, knowing he was attempting to manipulate me.

He gasped at my words, and I pulled up to gaze down in his face. God I loved the look on his face. It was a mix of ecstasy, pain, control, and need. Crashing our lips together, I fucked his mouth with my tongue and enjoyed that at least here he fought for control.

I'm going to screw you hard, Bella, when you finally let me. He threatened. You know I don't have the level of control to play these games until you've let me have my fill of your body many times. What the hell are you thinking?

Breaking from the taste of him, I moved to capture his arms, bringing them up so that he could grasp the posts of the head board.

"Wrap your hands around the posts," I instructed.

"Bella…"

"Move your hands now, Edward! First, I didn't give your permission to speak, and secondly I told you to move your arms so that you could hold the posts. They'll at least give you at least something to hang onto."

A devious thought entered my mind, and he swore out a string of obscenities as I moved my legs up his chest to capture one of the arms he hadn't moved. Skimming my fingers along his skin, I pushed his right arm upward and took his fingers wrapping them around the post. He'd gone rigid. It could be because my movement had resulted in my pussy being pushed to where it rested just an inch from his face. I smelt myself through him, the heat and smell bathing his face. I leaned over to the other side to place that hand appropriately, and if I "accidentally" brushed his lips across my swollen ones, so be it.

He was frozen, the need so intense that he wouldn't let go of his rigid control once inch. I shuddered delicately, knowing what I was going to get when I finally said the word.

Fucking…hell…yes!

"Well I don't know about the hell, but the fucking I'll like," I said softly. "Hmm… Edward, did you ever realize the picture above my bed was a little off?"

I rose slightly to move the picture, and in effect, opened my lips over him with the movement. He actually jerked when a drop of moisture dripped from me down onto his lips.

"Don't even think about licking it off," I instructed, knowing that was exactly his plan.

Thank the heavens above for vampire strength. With no effort, I remained poised above him, letting the heat and smell of me saturate every pore.

"You know, I never knew just how off this picture was," I lied, remaining perfectly still. Several more drops of moisture dropped onto him.

I'd pushed too far; I knew, when I felt him begin trembling below me.

Bella… Okay, I get it. This is how I drove you crazy with my control.

Yes, he had, and it was nice to take back a little of that control here…to establish another memory. If I drove him a little crazy in the meantime…

"You can drive me crazy another day," he said harshly.

He'd reached his limit. His hands blurred to my hips and pulled me snuggly down into his face. Hungrily, his tongue lapped at me, and I heard his grunts of pleasure as my taste washed over him. Vaguely, I registered his feelings – his thoughts - but I was overwhelmed with the feel of his tongue rubbing across my sensitive, swollen skin. The pressure that had increasing throughout my teasing spiked, and when he put his tongue inside me, I came hard, riding his face.

"Fuck!" I said harshly, grinding against him and his magical tongue.

He played me out thoroughly before moving his hands to my waist and lifting me marginally. Placing a kiss to my inner thigh he murmured, "My thoughts exactly."

He sat up, causing me to slide down his chest, and I shouted his name out in pleasure when he guided me onto his cock, stretching me deliciously.

"Damn," he said softly. "You are so hot and wet for me, Bella." He moved again, and I found myself flat on my back, my legs around his shoulders. "Not going to be able to play nice."

That was the only warning I got before he drew back and slammed into me. The bed creaked under us, but neither of us cared. His hands at my hips kept an angle that was relentless. Push and pull, heat and wetness, snugness caressing his skin like velvet…the feelings shared between us meshed to where I didn't know where he began and I ended.

"Edward…baby," I begged.

No verbal response, but he grabbed my legs and ran his hands to my feet pulling them into the air above his shoulders, spreading my legs wide.

"Oh…oh…" The angle…

It made me tighter around him…too much…it was too much. I was wrapped around him so snuggly that it was almost painful for him and me both. But oh so good… My vision started blurring, turning white. Everything raced to the point between my legs, where my mate possessed me.

"Gonna…" I didn't even complete the sentence as my orgasm raced through me, my body jerking harshly against him.

I looked up to see his face…focused and strained, striving to hold off…but losing the fight, I realized.

"Edward don't. I want to feel you cum in my mouth," I begged, but the visual was too much and he tensed, burying himself in me deeply.

"Damn Bella," he said just a few moments later. "Love, the visual of your lips around me…" He shuddered against me.

"Can I do that next?" I begged, wanting to taste myself on his as well.

He chuckled slightly against me, having lowered his body onto mine. "Bella, when are you going to let me just make love to you?"

"Well as you said, we have all night."

"No love, we have forever," he corrected me, already moving to brush his lips across my collar bone.

This time as he slowly built the passion, playing my body like the artist he was, I really considered that word.

Forever…

An eternity…a limitless amount of time…never ending.

The emotion-laden kiss he gave me made me see that future bright and clear.

Forever to spend time with my friends, to see Jacob and Eve's children, and their children. Forever to grow to really know the Cullens, soon to be Swans, and the Velathris. Forever to enjoy the touch of the man worshiping me. Forever to kiss him, love him, laugh with him and about him. Forever to argue with him, entice him, frolic with him. Forever just to run my fingers through his hair and see him smile.

It would never be long enough...

As I bring another story to close, I have to admit it has been a journey for me. Having never written before I attempted with Harvest Moon, I have to say that writing, even for fun, is often a painful process. I can't tell you how many times I've screamed in frustration – ready to quit.

THANK YOU to each and every one of you who have taken the time to leave a review – it seriously makes my day to think that you like the story enough to give me feedback. They have been my nirvana when I thought this story just plain sucked. You are the best!

Thanks to CullenFest who took time out of her busy schedule to beta this for me. So, my dear, you start one story with me and close out another. As always…you are the best.

In addition, I would like to thank the following people for supporting me in numerous ways through this endeavor: Crmcneill, Hopeforastalemate, and Cold One Paul. I couldn't have done this without you. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for taking on a person who clearly had only an idea and meager writing skills.