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Chapter 29- Torturatore

BPOV

It felt like cotton wool was being forced down my throat. That's how dry my mouth was when I came to the next morning. It I'm pretty sure someone had picked up a hammer and slammed it repeatedly against the back of my head. Ow.

After about ten minutes of lying in agony, I opened my eyes, the sun causing me to groan, my eyes started to water. Never drinking again.

I was in Edward's room.

"Edward," I croaked, my voice just a hoarse whisper. A second later he was kneeling on the bedside, looking fresh and perfect as usual. The sun was soaking into his skin and the diamonds that reflected on him almost made my heart ache. So stunning.

He placed a cool hand to my head.

"Mmmmm," I sighed contentedly, that felt good.

He then picked up a glass of water and two tablets.

"Bella, this will help," he whispered, helping me up. I put the tablets in my mouth and he helped me swallow the water, then I lay back down again.

"I feel like shit," I muttered. Edward broke out in a dazzling smile.

"What do you expect? You drank half the bar last night."

Then in flashes, everything came back to me, James, the grinding, seeing Edward, his mouth all over me, us talking, dancing. Oh. I remembered everything. I didn't know why, but I was never one to blank out. Also, memories of Edward are not likely ones I'll ever forget, no matter what state I'm in.

"You…you gave me the best orgasm, in the whole fucking world," I said, closing my eyes, trying to replay it over and over.

Edward chuckled.

"I aim to please you, sweetheart."

"Oh you did," I told him seriously, taking his hand in mine and kissing it softly. I knew he could have lost control and hurt me, and he didn't.

"Bella, you asked me last night, about my…sex life. Can I ask about yours?"

My eyes flew open.

"Go on," I choked.

"You're a virgin. I know that. But what else have you…?"

I sighed. I can't believe this has never come up before.

"Edward, I used to go to lots of parties in my school. There was always a lot of alcohol. No one ever put their mouth on me like you did…but it wasn't my first orgasm." I blushed heavily. His expression did not change.

"What about what you've done to other guys…?"

"I've- grinded… kissed…I've touched…" I muttered, positively burning with humiliation at this conversation.

"But never put my mouth on a guy either."

Edward nodded and leant down to inhale his nose against my cheek. A growl escaped him, that caused his chest to rumble.

"Bella, would you like to take a bath? Or go back to sleep…"

"A bath please," I said, sitting up, my head started to spin. I was in my underwear and huge grey t-shirt. I looked at Edward questioningly.

"That dress didn't look like the most comfortable thing to sleep in. I didn't look I promise," he said, looking down. I would have laughed if my throat didn't hurt like a bitch. I loved him so much.

He helped me up and then lifted me, my legs winding around his waist as he walked me to the bathroom. Once I was there he set me down, and walked out and closed the door. He set out everything I would need on the counter, and the Jacuzzi tub was filled to the brim with bubbles.

I quickly brushed my teeth, glad to get the taste of vodka out of my mouth. I looked in the mirror, I was such a wreck. My hair was strewn in different directions, my mascara all smudged, and heavy bags under my eyes. Attractive. I decided to take a quick shower first, then relax. I shaved my legs, washed my hair and cleaned the smudges off my face. I then walked out and slid into the giant hot tub. Ah. It was just the right temperature. So good. I still felt like shit, but this definitely helped. I knew what I needed.

"Edward?" I called out.

His voice came to the door.

"Yes love?"

"Can you come in?"

I bent my knees to make sure the only thing that could be seen were my shoulders and above.

He opened the door and gave in, sitting at the side. I took my wet hand in his and looked up at him angelically.

"Stay with me?"

He nodded.

"Always."

"Edward? I want you to meet my dad."

Edward looked at me, again with that shocked expression that I'm sure he gave me last night.

"Your dad?"

"Yeah…if you can stand being so close to him…"

He broke out in my favourite crooked smile.

"You want me to meet your dad."

"Yep. You're the two most important people to me. I want you too. Though I can't guarantee he'll like you very much, he's too overprotective," I warned.

He leant his head closer to me and whispered in my ear,

"I think I can charm him."

I didn't doubt it. Edward could charm an angel out of its wings.

"Come in?"

The words were out my mouth before I could stop them.

Edward looked at me helplessly.

"Please," I said, "You could keep your boxers on. I just want you to hold me."

He nodded, stripping off his shirt, revealing the hard muscles on his back. Then he took off his jeans. When he turned around I was just staring at his toned abs, my mouth hanging open.

"See something you like?" He teased, climbing in. I blushed and looked down. Once he was in, he pulled me towards him. My naked body against his semi-naked one.

"I love you," he whispered, staring into my eyes, "I love everything about you. Your shyness, your boldness, your wit, your kindness."

I pressed my lips against his and we both sighed out at how good it felt. It always felt so new, so exciting, so passionate. Like every kiss was our first and last. Our lips were moving in sync, his hands moving up and down my back, whilst I trailed my nails lightly down his stomach.

"Yes," he hissed into my mouth, pulling me closer. I could feel his erection through the material. I rubbed against him, the fabric against skin sending shocks of electricity to my core.

Then he held me still, unattatched his lips from mine, looking at me seriously.

"You're not going to ever let another man dance with you are you Bella?"

"No," I gasped, trying to move me hips against him again, desperately seeking that friction. No other man. Only him.

"You're not going to smoke anymore are you Bella?"

Fuck. I didn't remember him finding out about that.

"Edward-"

"Bella, you're not," he whispered.

I took a deep breath and moved back from him, so we were on opposite sides of the bath. If I was close to him, I wouldn't be able to think.

"Does it really matter? I don't even do it that often."

His eyes narrowed into dark slits.

"It's not good for you."

"I'm going to be one of you soon Edward, so it doesn't even make a difference."

Edward closed his eyes and tensed his jaw, taking a deep breath.

"It hurts me that you smoke."

"It hurts me that you suck the life out of humans," I shot back. That was a low blow and I knew it. Suddenly, Edward's expression was neutral.

"I'll make a deal with you."

I was suddenly suspicious.

"What deal?"

"If you stop smoking, I will never touch another human again, no matter how much I want it. I will not give in, not even to the convicted. If I break it, keep smoking all you want. Do we have a deal?"

I didn't even have to consider it. Anything that would stop Edward preying on humans, I would do.

"Deal."

Edward sighed with relief.

"Good, because I already chucked them away. And your godforsaken lighter," he said bluntly.

"Easily replaced," I dismissed. Looking at Edward's face, I held up my hands quickly.

"I'm joking!"

"Bella…" he warned.

I moved to him again and wrapped my arms around him.

"You're so protective," I noted.

"You're worth protecting."

I smiled at him, then rested my head on his shoulder. I shivered. The water had grown cold.

"Time to get out Bella," Edward whispered in my ear.

He got out, wrapped a towel round himself, then helped me, not making eye contact with my body as he wrapped a towel around me.

I took one step and stumbled. Of course, Edward caught me within a millisecond.

"Jesus Bella."

Edward picked me up and carried me out of the bathroom bridal style.

"I like bathing with you," I said.

He chuckled.

"Do you know how hard that was for me?"

"Well I know how hard you were for me."

He snorted at my innuendo.

"Real mature. I was fighting to keep control every second of that."

Oh. I felt bad.

"Sorry," I muttered, as he set me down on the bed.

He leaned down and skimmed his nose across my jaw.

"Don't be, your blood and body combined…it has no equal in this world."

"Edward, you've bitten me before," I pointed out, referring to his branding of me on my hip bone.

He shook his head.

"Bella, that wasn't your neck. I have to consume a certain amount to lose control. I only broke the skin that time, and even then…I could have killed you…"

I gulped.

"I don't understand, how were you branding me?"

Edward sighed and moved back, as if afraid to touch me.

"You have the smallest amount of venom in you Bella. A minute amount. It won't cause any harm, I promise. It just means that if any other vampire smells you, they smell my venom and know you're taken. Not that'd stop some sick fucks out there…"

I tried to ignore how hot Edward sounded whilst swearing. I finally understood why he did what he did a few weeks ago. I should be angry… but like he said, no harm, no foul.

"I like that you did that," I said, looking down at the duvet. I didn't know why, but I liked being something that was his alone that was untouchable by anyone else. Except when he was being all arrogant and possessive about it.

"You shouldn't, you should be angry."

I didn't want Edward to keep hating himself for things he did. Especially when we kept fighting, I probably made him feel like he did nothing right.

"Are you in control now?"

Edward considered this for a moment and nodded.

I stood up, letting my towel drop to the floor. I put my underwear on and turned to Edward, who once again was pointedly looking away. Such a gent.

"Come here," I wound my arms around his waist, our bare chests touching. One hand of his pressed against the small of my back and the other tangled in my wet hair.

I looked up at him.

"Can I tell you something?"

He nodded.

"I know we fight Edward. Well not really fight…just…I don't know what to call it…"

He looked at me seriously now, wondering where I was going with this.

"But I wanna tell you, that I don't regret a single disagreement or anything… I know last night, I made you feel like shit when I just kept accusing you. You're perfect for me and I wouldn't have you any other way," I whispered. Edward looked as if he was about to cry, if he could.

He captured my lips with his and slowly sucked my bottom lip. I understood he couldn't say anything else, and kissed him back. His hand moved downwards and cupped my arse, pushing me closer to him. I moaned in his mouth as another hand came between us and gently squeezed my breasts. More, I wanted more.

"Edward," I mumbled against his lips, pulling back slightly.

"Mmmm?" He replied.

"I want you to make love to me, please," I was so desperate I was almost crying. Edward froze and pulled away, letting go of my body. No.

"Bella, please, god, no."

I felt tears well up inside me, threatening to break free. I was so pathetic.

"Bella, if I hurt you, I will die," he said, running his fingers through his hair.

"No you won't. I know you won't hurt me, I trust you." I was adamant.

"Intentionally Bella! I would never intentionally hurt you! But if I lost control, oh…" he said, closing his eyes, his face devastated.

"So what? I don't get to make love to you, until I'm changed?"

Edward growled. I knew the answer to that one.

"Edward, please. I know I'm being selfish… I just. I don't know. I want you so badly," a sob broke out on the last word, and I sank to the floor. Edward looked horrified and knelt down next to me.

"Bella, I just can't, please understand-"

"Do you not want me?" I looked up at him accusingly through my tears. Edward clenched his fist, his eyes darkening.

"Bella," his voice was angry, "I want you more than you want me. You know that. I constantly have to jack off after I've been around you. One touch and you have me wanting to rip your clothes off and be inside you."

I didn't know what to say after that. I sniffed and wiped away my tears. Why can't I control myself? Edward has to control his lust, so why the fuck can't I?

"Sorry," I whispered, feeling so ashamed and desperate. I couldn't wait a year, we both knew it. He stroked my hair and gently pulled me to my feet.

"Get dressed Bella."

He was still pissed at me. I turned my back to him and put some clothes that Edward had left out for me, shorts and a loosely fitted t-shirt that hung off my left shoulder.

I turned around to face him again, his arms folded across his chest.

He held out his hand to me and I took it, picking up my bag on the way out. He walked me silently to the kitchen, where I sat down on a bar stool, still a silence between us.

He began to fry some bacon in a pan, and poured me a glass of water.

"Keep drinking water, it'll help your headache," he said, not even meeting my gaze. I obeyed, gulping down the water in one go. My throat was so dry.

Ten minutes later, I had a bacon sandwich in front of me. It smelt amazing and my stomach growled as soon as the scent hit my nostrils.

I then looked up and smirked at Edward.

"You made me a sandwich."

Edward narrowed his eyes.

"So?"

"Whipped?"

I was trying to break the ice, trying to make Edward laugh. It didn't work, he didn't even blink. Oh for fuck sake.

In a space of seventy seconds, I had eaten the whole thing. Edward had his back to me the whole time, texting on his blackberry.

Finally, he turned around, took my plate and practically chucked it in the sink. I'm surprised it didn't even smash.

"Why is it, every time we start touching each other, we end pissed?" I asked in a small voice. Edward looked at me startled, as if he had only just realised I was sitting there. Huh?

"Bella. I'm not angry at you."

Was he joking?

I raised my eyebrows at him sceptically.

"I'm thinking."

He was thinking? Yeah right.

"Great. Keep thinking in the car ride home. I promised my dad I'd be home in time for lunch," I said, getting up and making my way towards the door.

"Let's try Bella."

I froze in my tracks and slowly turned around in disbelief.

"What did you just say?"

"Let's try and have sex."

I just stared at him, my mouth hanging open, searching his face for any indication this was a joke. I found none, he was dead serious.

"What? Suddenly you…huh?"

Edward took a deep breath and motioned for me to come over. As soon as I reached him he picked me up and sat me on the breakfast bar, and positioned himself between my legs, smiling nervously at me.

"Bella. I once told you, anything you wanted was yours. Yesterday I promised you another tear would come out of your eyes. And so, I will make love to you. Well, actually, I will try. But if it doesn't work, you wait till after the change. Promise?"

"You seem up for making a lot of deals today," I muttered. Edward smirked.

"Compromise, my love," he cooed, taking my ear lobe in his mouth and gently sucking on it. He was making it hard for me to think straight.

"I…uh…okay, I promise," I managed to get out breathlessly.

He then pulled away, his face serious.

"I was texting Carlisle about it, and he said that if I truly wanted to try, he would get Emmett and Jasper here too…to be around if something goes wrong."

I nodded.

"Nothing's going to go wrong, I trust you."

I couldn't believe he was just giving this to me.

Apparently, neither could he.

"God, you're right," he groaned, resting his head against my chest, "I am whipped."

I held him tighter against me and kissed his beautiful unruly hair.

"The way it should be, Cullen."

"This is conditional Bella, the second I start to lose control, we stop. Are we clear?"

"As crystal," I murmured.

"Good."

"So when are we going to…" I trailed off, blushing.

"Within a few weeks. Is that okay?" He said, pulling back biting his lips.

"Perfect," I said, pressing my lips against his. I could tell Edward was on edge about this whole thing. I wanted to calm him a bit. He responded to me, his mouth coaxing open mine, our tongues tangling with each other.

"Can't wait to make love to you," I said into his mouth. He moaned in response and tangled his hands into my hair, deepening our kiss.

Then something occurred to me. I gently drew myself away from him, my tongue still tingling.

"Edward. I don't have to go on anything…like the pill? I mean condoms do work don't they?"

Edward looked at me then, like he'd never looked at me before, with fear mixed with protectiveness. He pinched the bridge of his nose like he always did when he was stressed.

"Bella, I don't need to wear a condom," he said, shoving his hands through his hair. It took me a few seconds to understand. How could I be so stupid?

"You can't get me pregnant," I stated. I don't know why but I felt a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. He shot me a pained look and stroked my cheek.

"We're dead remember? Totally sterile."

"Oh."

That's all I could say.

"Does that disappoint you Bella?" He asked quietly, looking down, as if ashamed.

"No," I said too quickly. Edward looked up at me, his eyebrows raised.

"Don't lie to me, you're a terrible liar."

"I...i never thought about having kids before…." That part was true. I was way too young to be looking towards the future. But now I thought about it, having kids with Edward. That would have been a dream come true for me. He'd have made such an amazing father.

"But…?"

"But…I want babies with you, that look like you…"

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Edward closed his eyes and exhaled sharply. I felt so guilty bringing this up. I need to learn to just keep my big mouth closed.

"I'm truly sorry. That's the one thing I could never give you."

I grabbed his face between my hands and made him look at me.

"Listen. Stop feeling guilty about everything. I don't want kids. I only wanted kids with you. I'm going to be a vampire soon anyway, Aro has given me no choice, so I would never be able to. And to have a baby…that I couldn't touch for fear of killing, that would be torture. We'll adopt one day?"

Edward nodded, still looking defeated. I hated how much he hated himself because of my selfishness. I needed to try and make everything okay.

"I love you so much, I wouldn't have anyone else. You're so perfect to me, its unreal."

He rubbed his hands up and down my back, making me relax under his touch.

"I love you. Thank you," he whispered, almost sounding relieved. Our lips met again and I leaned back onto the breakfast bar, lying down. He jumped onto the table, breaking our kissing, crouched like a predator. So fucking sexy. He crawled on top of me and sucked at the exposed skin on my shoulder, causing me to cry out scratch his back frantically.

"We're going to have the best sex…" My Edward was primal now, his gentlemanly side gone.

I groaned at his words against my skin.

"Tell me, tell me why it's going to be so good," I gasped, as his lips continued its assault on my body.

"Because its going to be slow and torturous. I'm going to have you begging for me by the time I'm done with you."

As soon as his velvet words trickled into my ears, I lost it.

"Touch me now," I demanded breathlessly. He stopped and looked up at me, his eyes black.

"Where?"

"You know where," I cried, throwing my head back in frustration.

"No, look at me, and tell me," he hissed.

I brought my head up so my eyes met his, I licked my lower lip.

"I can't say it," I whispered, blush rushing to my cheeks.

Edward growled and moved as if to get up.

"NO!" I whimpered, grabbing his shirt and pulling him back down.

He smirked triumphantly.

"Sorry what was that?"

"Touch my…pussy," I said, closing my eyes, humiliated.

"My pleasure," he snarled.

I felt his cold hands at the waist band of my shorts, and suddenly they were inside, his fingers roughly pushing the material of my underwear out the way. I felt a finger enter my slowly. It felt amazing. I bucked my hips, trying to get more of him inside me.

"Bella, look at me when I'm doing this to you." The dominating voice made me even more wet if even possible. I opened my eyes and locked eyes with him. His eyes were hungry, but I detected a softness inside them. Our gazes never left each other and he continued to pump his long fingers in and out of me.

"Fuck Edward, more, faster, please," I begged him. And just like that another finger entered me and he was moving at vampire speed. He was stretching me and it felt uncomfortable but within seconds that was forgotten and I was screaming, my body thrashing violently against the table beneath me. I tried to close my eyes and look away from Edward, it was too much to handle. But every time I tried he snarled and stopped moving those blessed fingers of his, so I just stayed there, and it was a blissful torture to say the least.

I wound my arms around his neck and he kissed me hungrily, his tongue tasting every part of my mouth, as I moaned.

"Edward…I need to…oh," I breathed.

"You need to…?"

That bastard was thoroughly enjoying this.

"I need to come," I shouted, all sense of pride gone out the window. He had won, but I just didn't care. I wanted this too much. He moved his fingers painfully fast now, hitting that special spot inside me, and within a couple of seconds my orgasm hit me hard and fast, causing me to scream Edward's name as I clenched around his fingers. It seemed to last forever. How did he do that to me?

"Edward…amazing…so hot…" I groaned, pulling him towards me and my breathing slowing down.

He looked at me in awe.

"You're so stunning," he said, his voice still low.

I hissed at the loss when he pulled his finger out of me and brought it up to his lips. He put his fingers in his mouth and closed his eyes as he sucks. Jesus motherfucking Christ. I almost came again right there watching him.

He growled and opened his eyes.

"Bella, you are my fucking drug. Your taste is the closest I'm going to get to heaven."

"Don't talk like that unless you want me to rape you right now."

He smirked.

"It wouldn't be rape, sweetheart. I'm far too willing."

"Kiss me," I ordered him. I tasted myself as his lips were on mine, his tongue stroking my tongue.

"Bella, I think it's time you get you home," he whispered against my lips, pulling me up with him. It was then I noticed his erection straining against the fabric of his jeans.

"Edward-" I said, biting my lip.

"No Bella, I'm fine," he cut me off and held my waist tightly as we walked to the door. It was a good thing as well, my legs were practically jelly.

"No-"

"Bella, stop," he commanded softly, leading me outside. I narrowed my eyes.

"Angel, I need to hunt right now. I can't handle it. Next time, I promise."

He wasn't lying, his eyes were pitch black. He opened the door for me and I sat inside his car. Within one second he was in the other side. I opened my bag and quickly texted Charlie that I was on my way home. When I was with Edward, I almost kept forgetting about him.

"Ready?" He asked, putting the keys in the ignition. I nodded. I realised he was trying to get me home on time to prove to me he could be responsible.

Edward was driving slowly, slower than usual anyway.

"Bella," he said slowly, staring straight ahead.

"Yeah?"

The way he was talking was making me nervous.

"When I first starting working for the Volturi. I had simple jobs, to track people, to sit sometimes as a member of his court, just things like that. I never used my gift for him, no matter how many times he asked."

My heart rate sped, I could see where this was going. True to his word, Edward was going to explain his…profession.

"Obviously, you know I couldn't control my bloodlust, they thought they'd give me a more gratifying job."

I bit my lip, trying to imagine what sadistic vampires would deem gratifying.

Edward's eyes were still on the road, his expression stone cold.

"I'm what they call torturatore." He spat the last word in a perfect Italian accent.

Torturatore? It didn't take a genius to work that one out…

I gasped as realisation hit me, Edward's expression was still unchanged.

"Torturer?" I breathed, my pulse drumming loudly in my ears.

A natural reaction would be to get him to stop the car, and run out screaming. But I was intrigued.

"Carry on."

"The Volturi is a very complex world. Vampires try and take it down all the time, but they are of course never successful. Information is needed all the time, in order to find out who is behind a lot of the mutinies. And that's where I come in. I search, I get information, I destroy. It's what I was good at."

I rubbed my forehead numbly, feeling sick.

"How do you torture a vampire?"

That was when Edward's mask of composure broke and his gaze finally locked with mine.

"I bite them."

"You what?" I was taken aback by this answer. I was expecting it to be more gruesome.

"Bella, there's a reason I was chosen for that job. When my venom penetrates a vampire. It slowly burns them from the inside. Fire is a vampire's worst fear. Even Jane's mind power doesn't minutely compare."

I shuddered remembering the beautiful terror that was Jane.

"Okay," I said simply.

Edward cocked an eyebrow.

"Okay?"

"Okay." I confirmed.

"How are you so calm about this Bella? I was half expecting you to kill me."

"No. I'm freaking the fuck out on the inside Edward, have no doubt about that. But what am I going to do? Tell you I hate you? Tell you I want to leave you? We both have learnt that I could never do that."

Edward and I remained silent for a few minutes. He concentrated on the road, where I stared outside the window, knotting my fingers nervously.

"Bella. What can I do?"

"Don't do it anymore," I said simply. Vampires were none of my business. If it was humans I think I'd be even more disgusted, but vampires…they were different. No who was I kidding? It was wrong. The Volturi could do what ever fucked up shit they want, but I certainly wasn't going to let the Volturi drag Edward into this.

Edward looked at me hesitantly.

"I don't think it'll be that easy Bella. The Volturi-"

"Can go to hell," I finished, crossing my arms.

Edward sighed as if he knew this was coming.

"It's immoral Edward. What you're doing. Fair enough you have to kill us to sustain your way of life, but turning on your own kind is just fucked up."

"I wish I could quit. I've wanted to for a very long time. But the Volturi have done a lot for me, and they've spared you. I owe my life of servitude-"

"How often do they make you do it?" I interrupted again.

"Not very. Only when necessary."

"When was the last time you did it?"

"Two weeks after they made me leave you," he said quietly, "I didn't stop them that time though, I was too destroyed inside to even care."

That was a while ago.

"And aside from that what do you do?"

"Nothing, I run about seven offices for them but I have people working for me that basically do everything. There's two in the states. One in India. One in China. Two in the UK and one in Kenya. That's it I swear."

All of a sudden I felt very insignificant. He was a bigshot. And I was a teenager, trying to make my way into college.

"What would they do if you said you didn't want them to do it anymore?"

Edward shrugged.

"They've practically pampered me Bella. They think of me as their secret weapon. They need me. If I back out, they can only make sure I don't work for anyone else. They will still keep watch on me. But they can't do that. Aro is especially close to Carlisle, he would do nothing to upset our family."

"It's your choice Edward. This doesn't concern me. But thank you for telling me."

I was beginning to understand, this wasn't my call to make. If I made Edward do this, I knew he would, and that might have adverse consequences. I could understand why he felt like he owed the Volturi.

"Can I just ask a favour?" I added quickly. I noticed we were entering Forks and I didn't have much time.

"Anything."

"Don't hide anything from me anymore, that's all I want."

Edward touched my face gently, his eyes softening.

"Of course," he said, leaning over the kiss me. I pulled back.

"HOW MANY TIMES CULLEN! WATCH THE GODDAMN ROAD."

He chuckled, rolling his eyes, but obeying me. Finally we pulled up two blocks away from my road. Edward's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"You think I'd be used to telling you goodbye by now," he murmured.

I shook my head.

"It's only a matter of a few days," I said, but inside I had that sinking feeling too.

He smiled at me weakly, taking my hand, and kissed it gently.

"Oh your watch, here-" I started to take it off but his hand stopped me.

"Keep it. You know how you like wearing my stuff? I like you wearing mine."

I blushed and he growled. He was so hungry by now. Our sexual activity had definitely made it harder for him. Being around humans in this town couldn't help.

"Go hunt," I said softly, kissing his cheek.

"You sure you don't need time? After what I told you?"

"No. Edward, don't push me away. I'm fine."

He nodded, his perfectly chiselled jaw tensing. God he was so hot.

He groaned out loud.

"Oh Jesus, don't get turned on now, Isabella. Of all the times…"

I snorted to cover my embarrassment. It was going to get really annoying that he could smell when I was aroused.

"Sorry, I'm going." I unstrapped and got out of the car. Before I slammed the door shut I blew a kiss to him.

"I love you angel," he murmuered.

And with that he reversed and shot off at what looked like rocket speed. I guess he needed to hunt more than I thought.

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