Warning! The following chapter contains sexual content. Read at your own risk.
The kiss was something else.
It was nothing like we had shared earlier.
No, this kiss was in a different category altogether. It was more intense, held promise, and passion.
The urgency behind this kiss felt like it would consume us alone, as I felt his hands pull me flush against him.
Without warning, he picked me up, bracketing my legs onto his hips as he slowly made his way down the hall and into his room.
"I've missed you so fucking much, amore mio." He whispers in between kisses, as he sets me down.
I only managed to whimper at the sensation of his hands hungrily roaming my body.
Realizing how much I missed the sweet, gentle touches he'd give me when we were together. The sweet, stolen moments that we had together, even when we were just hanging out at his parents' house.
I wasted so much time being angry that I didn't realize how alone I had been feeling until now.
Tears gathered in my eyes as he stared at me.
"Are you alright, amore?" He asked me.
I swallowed hard and nodded as I smiled up at him as I moved closer to him, smiling wider when he immediately placed his hands on my hips, squeezing gently.
"You sure? You were crying just a moment ago." He pointed out as he leaned down to kiss a stray tear away.
I nodded, thinking for a moment.
I realized once more that nothing, but this moment mattered right now. Not our pasts, not the mistakes we've made, or how fucked up everything had been lately.
Just him. Just me. Just us, finally being able to be together. Alone. With no impediments.
"I just hadn't realized how much I missed you until this very second." I whispered as I placed my hand over his chest.
He smiled, leaning down to peck my lips, as he brought up his hands to either side of my face, staring into my eyes, searching.
I don't know what he found there, but when his eyes finally flickered down to my lips, time stood still.
His lips were on mine immediately as his hands slid down my body and brought me closer to his.
We didn't waste time shedding our clothes almost immediately.
His eyes hungrily scanned my body as I stood there in nothing but my panties and bra.
"You got more tattoos done." I breathed as my eyes scanned the plains of his muscular chest with the same hunger.
A different type of tension settled between us.
Something electrifying, yet carnal.
I could only stare at him as he slowly moved towards me like I was his prey.
He nods, humming as he takes a step closer, licking his lips. "I did. You look like you got some of your own." He notes as he eyes the ink on my rib, licking his lips.
I nodded, as my eyes flicker to the floor, heat licking my cheeks as I bit my lower lip. Trying to not think of the reason as to why I got it in the reason as to why I got it.
"I know what happened, Isabella. You saved Jasper's life that night, yet you chose to cover the scars that made you a hero in the eyes of our family." He says as he gets closer. "Why?" He asked me quietly.
I feel the air in my lungs catch as his lips slowly descend on my shoulder, causing goosebumps to ripple on my skin in a wave.
I blink as I feel his lips make a slow trail to the shell of my ear and gasp as I feel him suck on the sensitive skin.
"I asked you a question, Is. I want an answer." He mumbles against my skin.I blink, trying to think through the haze, "Well, I-- I remember that night very differently. I don't-- You're distracting me." I stumble.
He lets out a breathy chuckle but continues his ministrations. "Surely we haven't been apart so long that you forgot how this goes, did you?" He asks, lifting his head up to look me in the eyes.
His green eyes almost glowed in the dimly lit room.I swallowed hard and shook my head, "No. But … I thought…" I began.
He shakes his head, a smirk on his face, "I don't think so. On the bed, Marie." He orders as he slaps my ass firmly, causing me to let out a squeal.
I want to object, but the look in his eyes causes something inside me to clench. So, I obliged.
Without another word, he proceeds to climb on, motioning me to scoot up the CalKing, wrought-iron, four-poster bed.
He grabbed his tie and used it to bind my hands on one of the metal pieces of the headboard."You know it's been a while… so I want to know… princess… has there been anyone else…?" He asked me, as he eyed me, hunger still in his eyes, yet a dangerous glint appears as he patiently waits for my response.
I shook my head at him, staring back unblinkingly at him, while chewing on my lower lip.
He reached over and used his thumb to pull my abused lower lip from my teeth.
"Why do I get the feeling you're lying to me?" He asked.I blinked before staring at him, "I suppose because you think I would willingly allow someone else to touch me." I replied flatly.
He smirked and shook his head, "It better be a lie, Isabella. Because if anyone… and I mean anyone, dared to touch you inappropriately… I will cut his hands off and slap him with them before I end him." He informs me, causing me to laugh.
"You don't have to worry about it. No one touched me. You left your territory pretty marked." I snipped, with an eye roll.
He groaned as he pulled on the knot and allowed my hands to drop.
"What happened? Lost your interest so fast?" I teased.
His eyes held an intense emotion as he shook his head and climbed on the bed, bringing his body to hover over mine.
"I was going to play… but I don't have the patience or energy to… so, you're going to climb onto me, like a good girl, and bounce on my cock." He tells me as he lifts me from the bed, causing me to gasp.
Without so much as a warning, he rips my panties off and has me on his lap before I can even gasp.
"You ready?" He asks me.
I lick my lips and nod as he kicks off his boxers before he aligns himself to me and impaled me onto him without hesitation or warning. I gasped at the sensation, as he groaned, his hands flying to my hips and squeezing.
"Fuck, yeah…" He groans as he flexes his hips experimentally.
"Holy Fuck!" I gasped, as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
"Ride me, princess." He groans.
Without missing a beat, I slowly begin rotating my hips, bouncing up and down as I adjust my position.
He let out a deep throaty groan as his hands tightened on my hips, guiding me and speeding up the movements. They grow urgent and needy as I throw my head back at the overwhelming sensation that envelops me.
Without warning, his hips begin to snap up at a punishing pace, making me see stars and fall forward as I cry out.
I can feel the familiar tightening in my stomach as our movements quicken, hands pressing into his chest as he turns and kisses me.Then he stiffens under me, and I cry out again, this time louder.
Both of us came so hard, and violently that I almost passed out from the overwhelming sensation.
I bite back a whimper as he eases me off of him before disappearing to the bathroom and coming out with a wet cloth.
"Isa… hey, you need to use the bathroom before you pass out. Come on, baby, I'll help you." He urges as he helps me off the bed and towards the bathroom.
I stumbled, half asleep, into the bathroom, dropping onto the cold toilet and relieving myself before turning to look at the bathroom. Without hesitating, I made my way into the shower stall, showered, and got out.
Edward raised a brow at me as I walked past him in a towel, dropping it on the floor before climbing in and closing my eyes.
The next morning, when I woke up, I felt a warm hand move slowly up my body.
"What are you doing?" I asked, groggily.
"Nothing." He whispered against my shoulder.
I sighed and rolled onto my back to look up at him.
His hand slid down my side, stopping to rest on my hip. "You know it was never about hiding that shit from you. It was about keeping you safe, right?" He finally asked me.
I nodded, "And you realize that hiding shit from me won't end well ever for you, right?" I asked, smiling up at him.
He nodded, "I promise that won't happen again." He says.
I gave him a look before nodding and reaching up to caress his cheek. "I know. Because I'll shoot you in the balls if you do." I promised, smiling widely as he winced in response.
By the time we finally got out of bed and ready for the day, Edward's phone was ringing annoyingly on his bedside table.
It was his father calling to inform him that our presence was needed at their house.
Edward didn't tell him that I was there, so we assumed that Emmett had informed them.
Upon our arrival, Elizabeth led us into the living room, where a woman was waiting for us.
"Edward, Isa, this is Chloe, she's a wedding planner. I've already sent out a personal note to everyone informing them that the wedding is postponed." She told us.
I nodded before looking at Edward and sighing, "Two weeks." I finally said.
"What?" They all echoed in surprise.
"We need the wedding to happen in two weeks." I clarify.
Elizabeth gaped like a fish as Chloe frowned and nodded. "A-are you sure, Isa? You've been adamant about this. No one will pressure you if you wish to marry in a year." She tells me.
Edward nodded as he pulled my hand into both of his. "She's right. They'll deal with me if they have anything to say." He says.
I shook my head, "We need to stand as a united front. A war is coming, and they think that we're weak. This needs to be done." I told him.
Elizabeth's eyes watered slightly as she realized what I meant. She nodded and turned to Chloe."Do whatever she asks. Price isn't important. Get it done." She says before standing up and leaving.
Edward and I exchanged a look before I sighed and turned to look back at Chloe.
Chloe straightened her shoulders before looking at me. "Okay, what are you thinking you want? A theme? Certain colors? Food?" She asked before launching into a set of questions.
Edward reached over and rubbed my shoulder after he felt me stiffen in my seat.
"Are you sure, amore?" He asked me.
I swallowed hard before nodding, "Yes. We need to end this." I replied.
He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. "Okay. Let's do it then." He replies before we turn back to Chloe.
I stare her down, "Not a word of what you hear is to leave this room unless it's about the wedding. Do you understand?" I asked her firmly.
She nodded, "Of course. I've signed an NDA. You have nothing to worry about." She immediately replies.
I nod in response, "Good. Let's get to it." I replied.