DCM A/N: DCM is squirming in our seats at having CitizenCullen25 writing for us again, and she has something a little different this time entitled: You Called To Me . She also brought her own picture prompt so make sure to check it on our blog: dirtycheekymonkeys(.)blogspot(.)com/2011/04/squeeze-my-lemon-april-27(.)html Ready, set, squeeze!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 04.27.11~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buttercups in the sunshine look like little cups of gold.
Perhaps the Faeries come to drink the raindrops that they hold.
~Elizabeth T. Dillingham, "A Faery Song"
The commute to work was always a nightmare, but today was particularly horrendous. I had meetings all day with Japanese investors who pretended not to know English so that they could get me to come down on prices. I, Isabella Swan, was not easily fooled.
As if this day wasn't bad enough, I had to watch more of my hard earned money be sent to my lazy bum of an ex-husband, Jacob Black. Marrying that loser was the biggest mistake that I ever made. After six years together, he'd surprised me by filing for divorce and demanding alimony and property. Since he never really worked, unless you counted buying luxury cars as work, he won a part of my kingdom.
Motherfucker!
My life wasn't all bad, though. I was the head of one of the biggest design and architecture firms on the West coast. It hadn't come easy. After my father, Charlie, got sick, I was thrust into the caregiver role. My mom, Renee, was good at spending money but not making it, and my two younger brothers, Mike and Tyler, weren't old enough to take over. Family responsibility always fell on me. Charlie always said that I was the son he never had. Even thought it was sexist, I took it as a compliment.
We pulled up to my office building at seven o'clock on the dot. I was always early to get a head start on everyone else. Dad always taught me the value of hard work. His training was one of the reasons I'd been able to win over the board members and take over the firm.
My driver opened the door and helped me out. Lauren Mallory was an attractive young woman, and most of all, a good worker. She'd been with me for the last three years, and I'd never been late for a meeting. I appreciated competency in my employees.
"Have a nice day, Ms. Swan," she said, helping me out. As usual, her hand lingered on my arm a beat longer than was normal. When I turned around, she was staring at my ass. I winked and continued walking up the steps. If there was more cock involved, I might have made a damn fine lesbian.
The front desk security team of Marcus and Caius, or Dumb and Dumber as I called them, were more than happy to see me. Our firm was the largest employer in the building, which meant that we had the highest rent. If I wanted them gone, they would have been gone.
"I'll ride up with you. I need to do a perimeter check," Caius said, standing up and gesturing to the elevator.
I rolled my heavily made up eyes and got inside. The ride was more painful than usual because Caius smelled like moth balls and cheap cologne. There were a couple of women in my office that thought he was cute, but I thought he was disgusting.
He was asking me out for the millionth time when the elevator doors opened. Standing on the other side, looking perfectly fuckable, was my Administrative Assistant, Edward Cullen. I creamed myself at the sight of his long, thick fingers wrapped around my favorite Stainless Steel coffee mug.
"Good morning, Ms. Swan. It's Columbian with two sugars," he declared, smiling impishly.
I kept on my stern face, not wanting him to know how he affected me. "Thank you, Edward. You're not supposed to be here for another two hours. Are you looking for overtime?"
He shook his head, gesturing to the pile of folders on his desk. "I didn't finish yesterday. I thought I'd come in and catch up before the meeting. If you don't mind me saying so, you look ravaging this morning."
Caius snorted and went to check the fire exits. Good riddance, asshole. If the smell of moth balls stayed in my nostrils all day, I was going to have him and his dumbass brother fired.
"Worry more about your work and less how I look, Edward. I didn't hire you to give me false compliments," I snapped, stomping into my office.
He followed me and waited until I sat down in my Ergonomic chair. Then, we played the staring game. I wasn't going to be the one that cracked. Jake had taught me never to get involved in a workplace romance. They always ended badly.
"You're so tense. Lie on the couch and I'll give you a foot massage," Edward offered.
Fuck if I didn't want his hands on me. Sometimes, I could almost feel his fingers inside of my heat, rubbing until I gave him all my juices. He was probably good at sex because women were always all over him.
I glared. "I don't think that would be appropriate, Edward. You should get to work."
For some reason, my rebuff seemed to hurt him. My heart broke as I watched him walk dejectedly out of the room. From what I'd seen, Edward was a sensitive soul. I hated being mean to him, but he had to know that I was the boss. It was the only way to make it in my world.
Guard your heart.
The meeting with the Japanese businessmen went over well. Edward picked up sushi from the best place in the city and helped me set up for my presentation. He really was a godsend. The firm ended up getting another million plus contract. After I called my parents to tell them the good news, I laid down on my white chenille sofa and closed my eyes.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Ms. Swan, but I thought that maybe you'd like that foot massage now,"
I shrugged and watched as a beautiful smile lit up his face. It really was quite easy to make him happy. He worked his tight little ass off and never complained. The least I could do was let him give me a massage, right?
"You have beautiful feet," he mumbled, slipping off my four inch Louboutin heels. They cost more than he made in three months.
His hands were pure magic. I moaned as the pad of his thumb pressed into my insole. He continued rubbing slowly, eventually going all the way to the ankle. By that time, my panties were soaked. I hadn't been fucked in almost a year. My body craved dick, preferably Edward's dick.
I closed my eyes as the smell of sandalwood and paprika filled the room. Surprisingly, it was a very sexual scent. As Edward massaged his way up my legs, I let my inhibitions go. I didn't care that he was my subordinate. I wanted him.
When he got to the apex of my thighs, I lifted my body so that he could remove my skirt. He smirked and shook his head. Just like that, the fog was gone. Edward didn't want me. This was all just a damn game!
"Get the fuck off of me," I yelled, pushing him away.
Instead of cooperating, he gripped my thigh and closed his eyes. "Please, don't be mad, Bella. I…I just can't. I won't hurt you."
Now I was angry as a wet cat. "You have no right to call me Bella, asshole! Don't touch me again. Your fantasy of fucking the boss won't come true with me. I can't believe I almost fell for this bullshit."
All of a sudden, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest. As I looked up, I saw his eyes change from the usual emerald green to a bright yellow. I was too scared to move or say anything. It was possible that the stress of the day was making me hallucinate.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" I whispered, trying to break free.
He grabbed my hand and put it on his…oh my god! Edward was a very big boy, indeed.
"You feel that," he hissed, glaring at me. "That's how much I want you. I can almost feel my dick inside of your walls. I come here every day hoping that I'll be strong enough to keep myself in check, but you make it damn hard, woman! For me, it's not about 'fucking the boss', it's about claiming the woman that you love!"
I giggled and pulled my hand away. "Love? You don't even know me, Edward."
He smirked, looking deep into my eyes. "I do know you, Bella. I was sent here for a reason. You're lonely and miserable. All you care about is work and building this company, but what about you? You deserve some happiness.
Because he was right and that made me angry, I slapped his face. "Get out! Go to your desk and work until I call. You have no right to speak to me like that."
Before I could move, he leaned down and captured my lips. The world disappeared as his tongue found its way into my mouth and began exploring. As he probed me, I held onto his massive shoulders, hoping that he wouldn't ever stop. The kiss lasted until I had to come up for air. Not content with that, Edward began nibbling my neck.
Thankfully, someone interrupted. "Hello, are you busy?" Jessica Stanley asked from the other side. She worked in my Accounts Payables department and was also one of the biggest gossips in the firm. My brother Mike had fucked her during the last office retreat so she fancied us sisters or some shit.
After I straightened my clothes and sent Edward to my private bathroom, I told her to come inside. She beamed happily, sitting down at one of the chairs in front of my desk. She really was a nice girl but much too enthusiastic for my taste.
"You look flushed, Isabella. Can I get you some water? I didn't see Edward at his desk. He's probably at lunch," she babbled, taking out some files.
Fifteen minutes and a hundred questions about Mike later, she was gone. I walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. Edward didn't answer, so I pushed it open. Luckily, it was unlocked.
When I got inside, I saw him sitting in my vintage dressing chair. His eyes were closed and he had his hand around his cock. I swallowed thickly, imagining that girth inside of me. I'd been with good number of men, but even if they were big, they didn't know how to use it. I bet that Edward knew how to use his junk.
As I watched greedily, he cupped his nuts and began long strokes up and down his shaft. It was beautiful to see him concentrate on nothing but his pleasure. Pretty soon, he began bucking and spilled his seed in one of my monogrammed hand towels, but he wasn't' done.
"Bella. I need you, Bella," he murmured, beginning round number two.
In a trance, I slipped off my Gucci skirt suit and walked over to him. Smiling, he opened his arms for me. I sat down on his lap with my back facing his front. He grunted and squeezed my nipples while licking and suckling my neck.
"Condom?" I asked, not really caring if he had one.
He tensed and rubbed my flat stomach. "I didn't bring one. I'm sorry. I'm clean, though.'
Yeah, I knew it was stupid, but that was all the assurance I needed. "It's all right. I can't have children, and I'm clean, too."
Fortunately, he didn't ask about me not being able to bear children. It was an uncomfortable topic for me. After years of trying with Jake, I finally got pregnant and lost the baby. We tried a second time and I lost that one, too, and my ability to procreate.
"Don't cry, darling," Edward cooed, nuzzling my neck. Until that moment, I hadn't realized that I was indeed sobbing.
Maybe it was the stress or the sweetness that made me loosen up and lower myself on Edward's cock.
"Wow," I yelled, losing the ability to draw breath as my body prepared for the onslaught.
He reached around and began pinching my clit. I threw my head back and caught his lips, wanting him to feel how much I wanted him through the kiss. I knew that this would be one of my best orgasms ever.
As Edward fondled my breasts, I bounced up and down on his thickness. Occasionally, he would tense and whimper, but he didn't come. He was holding off until I reached completion. I thought that that was incredibly sweet.
Pretty soon, I was riding him super hard. He'd stopped fondling my breasts and was now putting all his efforts onto my clit. I rolled my hips, taking his full length deep inside of my body. All of a sudden, he hit my G-spot. I came hard, almost throwing us both off the chair.
A few seconds later, he pulled out and pushed me on the ground. Instead of getting mad, I opened my mouth. Smiling, he stroked and rubbed his cock until hot gobs of cum coated my lips. I licked a little into my mouth. He tasted like dark spices and something else.
"Bella. Bella, wake up. I'm almost done filing," Edward said, shaking my shoulder.
Motherfucker! I dreamt the whole thing.
Growling, I stomped to the bathroom to clean up. My panties were a lost cause. They were so soaked that it was like having nothing on at all. My whole body was flushed and my dark brown eyes looked overly bright. If sexing Edward in a dream did this, I would never be able to survive the real thing.
When I got back to the office, my dream lover was filing. He looked at me oddly before continuing on with his work. I could have sworn that he looked smug and recently fucked.
Oh god, what if I did something embarrassing like moan his name during the sex dream?
I squirmed in my seat as I watched Edward. At twenty three years old, he was way, way too young for me, but his long perfect fingers and model's face made me forget our age difference. I wanted to fuck him.
Unfortunately, with me being thirty eight and his boss, there wasn't much chance of that happening. That was part of the reason that I'd come up with an office retreat at the Lake. My main goal for the upcoming weekend was to fuck Edward raw and show him what the term "cougar" really meant.
Friday afternoon, after a half day, I declared the office closed and we set off for Lake Roosevelt. Edward begged to drive my Porsche convertible. I was wound up after dreaming about him all week, so I easily agreed.
"This is going to be fun," he assured, closing my door.
It was nice being in a car with Edward. He sang along with the soft rock songs that played on his Ipod while I read on my Kindle. Sometimes, he would brush his fingers against my bare thigh. It must have been on accident because he was really quiet.
"Yellow is my favorite color," He said out of nowhere, breaking the silence.
I looked down at my skimpy yellow bikini top and tiny jean skirt. "I didn't choose it for you."
He chuckled and took a sip from his bottle of Evian. "I know. I just wanted you to know that I like the color, and I especially like it on you. You're, uh, very lovely."
I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Yeah right. You probably date college coeds. I'm in good shape, but I refuse to have plastic surgery. Plus, gravity catches up to the best of us."
Edward snarled and pulled the car over. "Don't say things like that! You're an exceptionally beautiful woman. Your natural beauty only makes you more attractive to me."
Boldly, I took off my top and turned to him. "Look at them! They're not as perky as they were when I was your age. Stop feeding me lies. I had enough of that from Jacob!"
I was shocked when he leaned forward and sucked on my nipples, swirling his tongue until I cried out and buried my fingers in his copper mane. I'd never almost come just from breast play. Edward Cullen had a very skilled mouth.
"Oh my god," I moaned, pulling him closer.
He bit down lightly on the swell of my breasts. "You're perfect. They're more than a handful and so soft. Best pair of tits I've ever had in my mouth."
Before I could blink, he stopped and began driving again. Ignoring him, I pulled on my top and went back to reading. I felt him watching me out of the corner of his eye, but I didn't acknowledge him at all.
A few hours later, we pulled up to the cabins that I'd rented for my best workers. All in all, there were fourteen couples, plus Edward and me. I doubted much work would get done, so this trip was more like a thank you for my team's daily efforts.
Two of my best Architects, Ben and Angela, were already setting up for the bonfire. Edward whispered something to Ben. A few minutes later, Ben picked Angela up and carried her inside. I looked on incredulously as Edward chuckled.
What the fuck is that about?
Less than a half an hour later, everyone had arrived. Edward mingled with the men, and as he did, I noticed them take their wives, fuck buddies, and girlfriends away one by one. Something was very strange about my Assistant. I was beginning to think he was a Viagra pusher.
"The caterers are coming with the seafood. They'll also set up the tent and tables. I'll be back later. Call if you need me, beautiful. Oh, and Bella, don't let anyone else see your precious breasts. They belong to me now," Edward stated smugly, walking away.
"Asshole," I muttered, thinking over his words.
After a while, I decided to go see if anyone wanted to talk or take a swim. What I found was straight out of a porno. There were couples making love everywhere as their grunts and moans filled the air. Thankfully, some were in the house, but there were just as many spread out around the woods and even in the lake.
The last straw was my brother Mike and Jessica. They were in his Jeep fucking like rabbits. Gagging, I ran to my own private cabin and locked the door. Edward was probably out having sex, too. I was the only one not getting any.
After my two hour power nap, I got dressed again, not bothering with the skirt. This time, I put on a yellow gingham string bikini with a tie in the front. Now that I knew it was Edward's favorite color, I was going to wear it more often. To complete the look, I added a little light gloss to my lips and put my hair up in a messy bun. I'd always been told that I looked younger than I really was, and in this bikini, I actually believed it.
Fortunately, everyone was acting normal by the time I got down to the bonfire. The food smelled delicious. I grabbed a plate of lobster salad and fried catfish before finding a spot under the tent. Mike and Jessica came over to make small talk but spent most of their time being nauseatingly lovey-dovey.
I was grabbing another imported beer when Edward showed up. It was a good thing that I'd only invited the coupled up employees, because he looked smokin' hot. He'd chosen to wear a pair of black swim trunks, leaving his muscular chest bare. He wasn't overly buff, just pure masculinity.
"Hey, baby," he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist. I looked at the crowd to see if anyone had noticed, but they were all busy with each other.
"Where were you, playboy? You look like you just got fucked. I'm not in the mood for sloppy seconds. Why don't you invite…" He stole my sentence with a kiss that let me panting.
"Shut up, Bella. I wasn't with anyone. I'm not Jacob Black. Stop turning me into the bad guy. I love you," he vowed.
"No one loves me," I whimpered, hating to appear weak in front of Edward.
He cupped my chin, kissing the corner of my mouth. "I love you, Bella. You called for me and I came."
Uncomfortable, I pushed away and sat back down at my table. A short time later, Edward joined me. He ate like a horse, sucking all the lobster meat from the shell. Then, he insisted on feeding me cocktail shrimp. It was nice because I got to suck on his finger a few times and watch his eyes darken.
"I want you," he whispered, standing up.
As I watched, Edward went from table to table. It just looked like he was making conversation, but the men reacted in a strange way. They began stroking their other and becoming more and more obscene. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. Pretty soon, the smell of sex permeated the air, drowning out the fire. I felt slightly high, like I'd smoked a blunt.
After a while, Edward came back over. "Get on my back," he commanded, hoisting me up. I did as he said and wrapped my arms around him. "Do you trust me?"
I kissed the shell of his ear. "I trust you, Edward. Take me away."
It felt like we were moving fast but I was too gone to care. Edward's skin felt like hardened silk beneath my hands. My hard nipples were pressed firmly into his back as he took us to the unknown.
When I opened my eyes, we were in front of a bench in the woods. Edward set me down carefully and took the seat next to me. Groggily, I untied my top and slipped out of the bikini. Edward dropped his shorts, leaving us both blissfully naked.
Before I could say anything, he tossed my left leg over his knee and began fingering my pussy. I yelled, throwing my head back as he added fingers. I was so slick that he didn't need to wait. There was no pain, just pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Ungh! Ahhhh! Oh god, Edward," I screamed as he buried his whole hand inside of me.
Not content with being so far away, I pulled him down for a kiss. He continued to open me up petal by petal as we tongue fucked. Before long, I was panting as my first orgasm hit. Sweet Edward held me until I stopped screaming. Then, he got down on his knees.
"Let me taste you," he begged, looking up at me.
In answer, I pushed his head down. "Fuck," I whimpered loudly, feeling his tongue stroke my clit.
He smiled against my heated skin. "You taste like honey and fresh rain, beautiful. I want more."
"Take it all," I yelled, spreading my legs wide.
At first he did slow strokes, concentrating on my walls. Then, later, he probed deeper, licking his long tongue into my hole and lapping at my nub. I pulled his hair so hard that it was amazing that I didn't do serious damage.
After my third orgasm, I pushed Edward away. "I…can't…think…dying… Want to fuck you…"
It hurt when he shook his head. "I messed up, Bella. The dream of us fucking in the bathroom was a planted fantasy. I thought that would be enough, but it made it worse."
"Planted fantasy? What are you talking about Edward?" I asked nervously.
He helped me into his lap and kissed my forehead. "Bella, I'm not…human. The reason the men and women are all over each other is because of me. I have the power to boost a male's sexual strength."
"Fucking hell," I mumbled, looking down at my knees. "Edward, we can get you help, sweetheart. I don't know what's wrong with you, but I won't leave you to fight this alone."
He actually laughed and stroked my sides. "I'm not crazy, Bella. Let me show you."
It all happened in slow motion. Edward stood up and grew…wings! I fought the urge to black out as I crawled away from him. Obviously someone had spiked the food with LSD, and it was probably Edward.
"This isn't real. Go away," I pleaded, closing my eyes. Edward sighed and picked me up.
I must have fainted, because the next time I opened my eyes, we were high up in a redwood tree facing a large full moon. Scared, I clung to Edward, not caring that he was a druggie and possible psychotic freak. I just wanted to go home.
He kissed my cheeks and rocked me gently. "I'm sorry I frightened you, Bella. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just want you so bad. I can't control it anymore."
"Tell me," I whispered softly.
"It all started in Ireland. I am of the faerie race, but I'm also human. My father, Carlisle, is an Oak King faerie, which means he's a guardian of the waxing year. He was out wandering the forests one day when he came upon an Incubus attacking a young maiden. He intervened and killed the Incubus to save Esme, who ended up being my mother and his Queen."
"Oh god," I groaned, shaking my head. "You really believe this."
Edward shook me, forcing my eyes to open. "Look at me! How else do you explain this? It's real, Bella."
Dazedly, I watched as his green, yellow, and blue wings fluttered in the wind. They were huge and surprisingly soft. He flinched as I ran my fingers over them. That was when I noticed that his eyes were golden yellow again.
Sighing, he continued the story. "Well, the Incubus was powerful. His lover, a Succubus named Victoria, vowed vengeance on my father. When she found out Esme was pregnant with me, she killed a ship of human men and took them as a sacrifice for the witches. They granted her one wish. Esme and Carlisle's baby would be born a Gancanagh."
"A what?"
He kissed my nose, smiling slightly. "A Gancanagh is a fire faerie that is made for the seduction of women. We can also be used to bolster men's sexual appetites. It sounds good at first, but when we leave a woman, she dies pining away for us. It's hell to live without that for centuries. I'm a killer, Bella."
I caressed his cheek and snuggled closer. "You're not a killer. Is there some way to stop this Gar—G thing from happening? Why do you have to leave the woman? You could stay."
He shook his head sadly. "No. Once I come inside of them, my toxins take over. All they want is the sexual pleasure. The only way to break the spell is to find someone that loves me for me but that will never happen. Humans cannot withstand the pheromones, and our kind are forbidden from lying with other faerie women."
I stroked his hair, humming softly. "Why me? You said I called for you."
He pointed to my Hermatite necklace. I'd bought it at a jewelry store in London and rarely took it off.
"It's my gemstone. Your loneliness combined with that called to me. I stayed away for as long as I could, Bella. Then, six months ago, I found out you were looking for a new hire. I couldn't bear the thought of living without you any longer, so I went for it. You felt our connection and hired me." He was right. There had been a connection.
I buried my nose in his chest and inhaled the scent of sandalwood and paprika. "You smell good. Make love to me, Edward."
He tensed. "If I do, you'll be addicted and I'll have to go away. Is that what you want?"
I closed my eyes and hugged him close. "I just want you, dark faerie."
A few minutes later, the rain started. Edward flew us down to the ground and used his wings to cover me. I watched in awe as he stopped to drink from some of the fresh flowers. The rainwater seemed to make him stronger.
By the time we got back to the bonfire, he looked human again. He spread a blanket on the ground while I stripped out of my bikini. The rain had already stopped and the sky was clear again. Washington weather was crazy like that.
Since Edward was already big and ready, he managed to slip inside of me with one stroke. Once again, his length and girth took my breath away. I clung to him as he began pumping in and out of my swollen pussy.
"Yes! Yes! Hell yeah," he yelled, laying his head on my breast.
"Harder," I mumbled, digging my manicured nails into his tight ass. He smiled and lifted my legs over his shoulder. With each thrust, he seemed to touch my womb. I held his eyes as we destroyed one another, pumping and grunting like wild animals.
"I'm coming. Fuck me hard, Edward. I'm coming," I screamed, creaming his cock.
Before I could catch my breath, he rolled me over on my stomach. I was numb so he had to lift my lower body. A few seconds later, he was inside of me again, pounding away. Crying out, I dug my nails into the blanket and began rolling my hips. Edward grunted and reached around to play with my breasts.
The heat of the fire made me sweat, but Edward was mostly dry. I felt like I was burning from the inside and outside, but I didn't want to stop. The velvet feel of his cock rubbing against my wetness drove me insane. When he pulled out and thrust back just as quickly, my eyes rolled back into my head.
A long time later, Edward came hard, collapsing on top of me and sending us both to the ground. I struggled to find my bearings, but eventually fell into a deep sleep. The last thing I felt was Edward tucking me into his arms.
After eating and drinking, Edward carried me out to the Lake. Under the moonlight, in the warm water, we became one again. We died and came alive more times than I could count. My pussy fit him like a glove, and I rode him hard.
"Bella, sweet, Bella. Now I know how my dad felt. I would give anything to make you mine. I'd kill for you. I'd die to feel this pleasure," he bellowed, slamming into me until I spasmed uncontrollably.
The next time I woke up, we were in my cabin in the big sleigh bed. Edward was still thrusting ferociously inside of my cunny. We fucked all night, only stopping to eat and use the bathroom. Every time I looked at Edward, I wanted him inside of me.
He was fucking me against the wall when the first rays of sun began to peek through the window. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him deeply. In one night, he'd managed to fuck me in every way possible. I could no longer walk, but I'd crawl to him if I had to.
"You need to rest, Human. My beautiful, Bella," he roared, squirting cum deep inside of my womb.
After that, I slept fitfully. It felt like something was growing inside of me. I dreamed of babies with wings and flowers coming to bloom. Some things were so real that I was able to reach out and touch them, whereas, others were far away.
I woke up calling for my dark lover, but he wasn't there. I ran from room to room, searching the whole house. When I realized he was gone, I broke down, sobbing until my heart was completely broken.
Eventually, I managed to stand up and walk back to the bedroom. I almost died when I saw Edward standing by the bed, wings and all. He smiled that beatific crooked grin at me and held out a huge bouquet of yellow roses and buttercups.
"I'm still here. You care for me," he whispered reverently, closing the distance between us.
I kissed his chin, nose, and lips softly. "I love you, Edward. You're my forever."
He smiled. "I love you, too, Bella. You're my miracle."
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