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Chapter 37
Isabella woke early the next morning. She was surprised to find her husband lying in bed beside her, fast asleep. She turned to face him as gently as she could, not wanting to wake him. She wanted to take the opportunity to gaze at him. The way he was laying on his back, with his hands set on his stomach, made him look like a big, gentle giant. He was so peaceful, but yet even in that peaceful state he still had an edge of danger to him. He had a large scar that ran across the right side of his forehead. She had never noticed it before. She guessed that was because of the way his hair usually covered his face He also had a small scar on the left side of his chin, hidden beneath his facial hair. She wondered how he had come across both scars and if he had any others? She thought for a moment about removing his covers and checking his body, but quickly decided against it. She didn't want to get caught looking at him. How would she explain it if he asked?
"See something ye like, wife," Edward said, with a smirk on his face, making her jump. She looked at his eyes, but they were still closed. How did he know she was looking at him and how long had he been awake?
"You're awake." Was all she managed to say as her face flushed.
"Aye," Edward said, turning to face his wife, gazing over her.
"You were awake the entire time?" She gasped.
"Aye."
"I wasn't - I mean, I didn't."
Edward leaned over and grabbed Isabella before she could finish her sentence, pulling her mouth to his. God, his wife was even more beautiful in the morning light, with her tousled hair and silky skin. He wanted to take her there and then, but he was worried that she was still sore from losing her maidenhood. He had been trying his best to leave her alone, so that she could heal, but it wasn't without its difficulties. He was married to a temptress after-all.
He wasn't sure he had the willpower to leave her alone now. "Are ye still sore?" he asked, pulling back and leaning his head against hers.
Sore? Isabella tried to make sense of his words, but she couldn't. Her head was still spinning from his kiss. She hadn't been injured, so why would he enquire if she was sore?
Edward saw the confusion in his wife's face and smiled to himself, sometimes he forgot how innocent she was. He reached down and cupped her between the legs, making her jump. "Are ye sore, here?" he asked.
Isabella slowly shook her head, unable to speak as her mind filled with memories of their wedding night. Her husband wanted to take her again; the thought excited her.
"Good," Edward said, moving between her legs. "Because, I mean tae have ye."