Bella stood in front of the large, ornate mirror in Edward's room, her golden eyes catching the soft light filtering through the open window. She tilted her head slightly, brushing a strand of her chestnut hair away from her face, and leaned in closer to the reflection. Her eyes—completely golden now—shimmered like liquid sunlight, devoid of any trace of red.

For days after their trip to the market, her irises had been caught in a strange limbo: not quite the brilliant amber of the Cullens but no longer the dangerous crimson of a newborn. Edward had told her it would happen eventually, her diet of animal blood working its way into her system and replacing the remnants of human blood she had consumed during her transformation.

Now, seeing herself fully embodying what Edward had described as the "vegetarian vampire" look, Bella felt a swell of pride. She smiled softly at the mirror, tracing her fingers over her cheekbones. Her reflection didn't just reveal her striking features; it showed how far she'd come.

She tilted her head again, admiring how her eyes perfectly matched Edward's. The thought of him made her heart—or what she had left of one—ache with warmth. She could hear him downstairs, his fingers dancing over the piano keys, weaving a melody that was undoubtedly for her.

Her gaze flicked to the empty house beyond the mirror's reflection. Rosalie and Emmett were off hunting, Jasper and Alice were somewhere together (probably scheming or shopping), and Carlisle was at the hospital. Esme, the maternal pillar of the family, was busy in her study working on blueprints for a restoration project she had been passionate about for weeks.

Bella sighed, her thoughts wandering. Her control was stronger now; she could stand in the market surrounded by humans without flinching, but her emotions… those were still a work in progress.

Last night, she'd had a long talk with Rosalie and Alice. The girls had sprawled out in Alice's room, surrounded by racks of clothes and glossy fashion magazines. Bella had noticed Rosalie's initial distance, her responses curt and her attention elsewhere. But Bella's natural charm, worked its magic.

"You're warming up to me," Bella teased gently, offering a soft smile.

Rosalie raised an eyebrow but eventually cracked a small, reluctant grin. "Don't push it, Bella."

By the end of the conversation, though, even Rosalie's icy walls had begun to thaw. Bella marveled at how quickly their bond had developed despite Rosalie's initial resistance.

Alice had launched into stories of her newborn phase, her energetic voice filling the room as she recounted every vivid detail. "It was chaotic," Alice admitted. "No Jasper, no idea who I was, and no family. I was a disaster."

Rosalie, perched on the edge of Alice's massive circular bed, chimed in. "At least you didn't have someone trying to matchmake you with Edward," she said dryly. "Carlisle thought we'd be a good match."

Bella's golden eyes widened in surprise. "Seriously?"

Rosalie nodded, her expression exasperated. "Mating doesn't work that way. We hated each other almost immediately. He thought I was shallow, and I thought he was insufferably smug."

Bella laughed at that, imagining Edward's horrified expression. "That's… ridiculous."

"It is," Alice agreed, giggling. "But let's talk about you, Bella. Your control is incredible for a newborn. You're a miracle."

Bella blushed despite herself. "I wouldn't call it that. I just… I feel like I was made for this. But—" she hesitated, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I couldn't focus on Edward at all during those first few days. It was overwhelming. But now… now I think we're ready."

Rosalie smirked knowingly. "Ready for what?"

Bella flushed deeper, her gaze dropping to the carpet. "You know…"

Alice burst out laughing. "Oh, Bella! Are you saying you're ready to consummate the bond?"

Rosalie's lips curved into a sly grin. "About time. You two are like lovesick teenagers. Need some tips?"

Bella covered her face with her hands, embarrassed but laughing.

Bella's thoughts drifted back to the present as she stared at her reflection, the memory of the girls' teasing still fresh in her mind. She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head, when she felt cool arms wrap around her waist from behind.

She startled slightly before relaxing into the familiar embrace. Edward's hands rested gently on her hips, his lips brushing her cheek before trailing down to her neck.

"My baby is distracted," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and teasing. "Care to share what you're thinking about?"

Bella turned in his arms to face him, her hands sliding up to rest on his chest. His golden eyes searched hers, a small smile playing on his lips.

She leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I was thinking about you… and what I want to do with you."

Edward froze for a moment, his expression shifting from surprised to intrigued. He arched an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And what exactly do you want to do with me?"

Bella's lips curled into a mischievous smile, her golden eyes gleaming as she kissed him again, this time with more intent.

Edward chuckled softly when they pulled apart. "You're full of surprises today, love."

"And you haven't seen all of them yet," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze burning with sincerity and playfulness.

Edward's expression softened, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her forehead. "Whatever you're thinking, Bella… I'm yours. Always."

She rested her forehead against his, feeling the weight of his love in those simple words. "I know," she murmured. "And I'm yours too."

As they reached the room, Bella's soft laugh filled the space, light and breathless. "You always make me feel like I'm floating," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of awe and affection.

Edward's lips curled into a faint smile, though his golden eyes burned with restrained intensity. "That's because you are," he murmured, his voice low and rough as he gently set her on her feet, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face as he set her down.

But he couldn't hold back any longer. His hand moved instinctively to her breast, the touch firm yet reverent, as though he were grounding himself in her presence. He leaned down, lips finding the delicate curve of her neck, and pressed urgent kisses against her skin. His breath was hot against her collarbone as his hands began to explore her body, kneading the soft flesh of her thighs, gripping her back, pulling her closer as if afraid she might slip away.

Bella gasped softly at his intensity, but her voice, though shy, broke the spell. "Aren't I supposed to do it to you as well?"

Edward stilled, his breathing heavy, his lips lingering just above her collarbone. He leaned back slowly, a small, strained smile tugging at his mouth. "Do what?" he asked, his voice hoarse, as if he already knew but wanted to hear her say it.

"The foreplay," Bella whispered, her innocence shining through even now. "You do it to me, I do it to you, then we… you know."

Edward let out a rough chuckle, though it was edged with urgency. The sound was almost desperate, his restraint fraying as he held himself back. "Bella," he murmured, his tone raw, his hands shaking slightly as he lifted hers. "I can show you. May I see your hand?"

She nodded, her breath hitching as his long, cool fingers guided hers to his chest, over the place where his heart—silent now—once beat. "Just explore," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Like I did with you. Let yourself feel everything."

Her touch was tentative at first, her fingers gliding over the planes of his chest, the ridges of his muscles. Edward's jaw tightened, his breath quickening with every hesitant caress. "Yes," he growled softly, barely able to contain himself as her hand moved lower.

Bella hesitated, her hand trembling against his skin. But Edward guided her, his body taut as a bowstring as her fingers tentatively began to move. Each stroke of her hand sent sparks racing across his body, his breaths growing heavier.

Bella's eyes flicked to his, wide and full of wonder. "Am I doing it right?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"You're perfect," he rasped, his voice breaking, the need to have her-to truly be with her-growing unbearable. "Don't stop."

Bella's boldness grew with every moment, her touch both hesitant and daring.

Edward groaned low in his throat, the sound reverberating through the air like a growl as his control frayed at the edges.

Edward let out a small gasp followed by a groan as she wrapped her fingers around him, Bella looked up at him to see his reaction to the touches. She stroked the underside of his manhood, feeling joy when he moaned as his breathing hitched. Edward opened his eyes and peered into hers, "Can you do that again?"

Bella redid the action, stroking an especially sensitive spot on the underside of Edward's manhood. Edward gave a pleased moan, his right leg began to bounce like a dog getting its ears scratched. Bella smiled and stroked the area a bit harder, Edward released a louder moan before stilling his mate's hands with his, "Bella, if you keep that up, I will spill myself on the bedroom floor. Come on, let's get underneath the sheets."

The couple pulled back the covers and got into the bed. Edward immediately wrapped his arms around his mate and began to kiss along her cheek and down her neck. Bella hadn't really realized just how broad her mate was, she had leant against him in the tub one night and snuggled into his chest, but with him partly on top of her, Bella noticed how much larger Edward was compared to her. Though this only made her feel safe, it was almost like Edward was protecting her from any eyes that could see her nudity. The fact that the majority of Edward's bulk was lean muscle also made her smile, he had just enough for it to be visible, but wasn't overly muscular.

Edward shifted more so that he was more on top of his mate, continuing to kiss the curve of her neck before moving to her forehead. Bella gave a small groan when she felt her Edward press against her, almost teasing her with being so close yet not entering her. Bella whispered into the air his name, "Edward…"

"Shhhh" Edward replied as he moved into position. He placed a kiss on her forehead and, with a shift of his waist, slipped into his wife halfway. A groan escaped past his lips as Bella's body met his. His mate's body seemed to perfectly envelope around his own, seemingly drawing him deeper into her, perfectly fitting around his manhood in a pleasant and comfortable way. She was also warm and tight inside, something that made Edward release another groan and smile slightly.

Bella gasped at the feeling of her Edward inside her, it was slightly painful and he wasn't even fully in her yet. But, she thought to herself, she could get used to this as the feeling began to feel slightly pleasing. The feeling of something almost like silk, smooth and soft, penetrating her slowly and gently was bringing a pleasure that she hadn't felt before. Yet, she was worried for when he fully entered into her. Edward seemed to notice her fear, "It's alright love, I will go slow. Now this might hurt a bit more, tap me on my right shoulder twice if it gets uncomfortable."

Bella nodded. Edward gave a small pleased grunt as he moved deeper inside of her, Bella moaned as she felt the rest Edward fill her. There was a sharp pain at the beginning, but soon that pain was replaced with an immense feeling of pleasure that seemed to feel every inch of her body. Bella stared at her mate, arms wrapped around his bare shoulders, eyes admiring golden eyes. This was the man that loved her, wanted to spend the rest of his eternity by her side, and would take care of her. She kissed the soft skin on his shoulder before whispering into his ear, "You can go on Edward."

Edward gave no response, instead he began to remove himself from her, leaving only his tip inside. Bella couldn't help but feel disappointed, did she possibly scare him off and think he was hurting her? Edward soon plunged deeper with a small grunt, and out of curiosity, shifted his hip to the right slightly once he was fully inside. She gave a small groan as Edward hit an especially sensitive spot, Edward repeated the action once more, this time entering at an angle. Bella gave another pleased moan as he hit the spot once again.

Bella moaned as she clung to him, her nails grazing his shoulders. Edward's breaths grew uneven as he drove deeper, their bodies perfectly synchronized.

When the peak came, it overtook them together. Bella's body pulsed around him, drawing Edward deeper as his release surged into her. They cried out in unison, their voices mingling with the sound of their shared pleasure. Edward collapsed beside her, his breaths ragged, pulling her close.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, kissing her hair.

"That was incredible," Bella whispered, smiling against his chest.

Before Bella could answer, his fingers began to play with the tender flesh that he had just removed himself from, Bella let out a surprised gasp and giggled from the feeling of his touch. Edward leaned down and placed a small kiss on her forehead, his fingers continuing with their exploration, a small poke here and tiny rub there. His mate released a moan, "Edward, please keep going."

"With pleasure love." Edward answered as he began to poke and rub the flesh a bit more, relishing in the moans that he received from his mate. He leant down and kissed her forehead just as his fingers reached that special spot deep inside his Bella. She giggled and moaned as he withdrew his fingers from her. He wrapped Bella up in his arms, showering small kisses on her cheek and forehead. Edward's hands went back to her breasts, kneading and pinching the soft skin and flesh, causing Bella to gasp at the contact. Eventually, Edward stopped and whispered into her ear, "You enjoying it?"

"Yeah, that was perfect, Edward." Bella whispered back. Edward smiled as he resumed kissing her cheek, he shifted his waist closer to her before whispering once more into her ear, "I am ready for another round if you are."

"Yes please." Bella answered. Edward rolled partially onto Bella, slowly entering her just like he had before. Once he got fully inside, Edward kissed Bella's forehead, "Tap my right shoulder twice if it gets too uncomfortable."

Bella nodded as she kissed his shoulder, she released a small moan as Edward began to move inside her. He pulled out almost completely like the first time, before plunging in deeper and shifting his waist to the right. Bella gasped as that special spot was hit, Edward repeated the motion, hitting that spot for the second time in a row. A feeling of total ecstasy feeled every vein of her body, she arched her back and giggled as she traveled to the clouds made up of the love between her and Edward, she floated back down on the bed in ecstasy as the feeling began to fade from her. Edward kissed her forehead, "Have you reached yours?"

"Yes, but you haven't reached yours yet," Bella replied breathlessly, her voice tinged with vulnerability. Edward's lips curled into a feral smile as he kissed her hair, his golden eyes darkening with an intensity that made her heart race. "I can't stop now," he rasped, his voice low and ragged. "Not when I've finally felt what it's like to love you like this."

Bella hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. "How do you know what to do?"

Edward didn't answer her with words. Instead, a deep growl rumbled in his chest as he moved again, his body pressing into hers with a deliberate, primal rhythm. The sound of his groan sent a shiver down Bella's spine, awakening something deep and instinctual within her. She no longer cared about the answer to her question—she only wanted him, all of him.

Edward adjusted his angle, and when he thrust deeper, he found that perfect spot inside her. Bella gasped, her nails involuntarily digging into his shoulders. The sharp sensation of her touch left faint, stinging trails down his marble-like skin, and he groaned—a raw, animalistic sound that came from deep within his chest. His hands gripped her hips with a possessive force, his movements becoming more deliberate, more insistent, as though his very existence depended on their union.

"Bella," he growled, his voice laced with both desperation and worship. His lips claimed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin—not enough to hurt, but enough to make her gasp.

Bella's body arched beneath him, the pleasure mounting as Edward continued to drive her to heights she hadn't thought possible. She giggled breathlessly when his lips moved to her earlobe, nibbling and tugging in a way that made her toes curl. But her giggle turned into a gasp when he adjusted his angle again, hitting that same sensitive spot with more intensity.

Eventually, Edward's movements became uneven, his body trembling as the tension within him grew unbearable. Bella couldn't see it, her eyes shut tight as she lost herself in the sensations coursing through her. But Edward's expression was one of pure, unbridled devotion. His golden eyes fluttered shut, the skin wrinkling behind them as his lips curled back, exposing his teeth in something between a snarl and a smile. A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest, the sound vibrating against Bella's body.

"Bella," he groaned, her name spilling from his lips like a prayer and a plea all at once. His voice was thick with emotion—desire, love, and something primal that he could no longer suppress. His fingers gripped the sheets beside her with a force that could tear through steel, and the muscles in his back and shoulders tensed as though holding back the weight of a thousand desires.

The shiver that coursed down his spine was uncontrollable, a raw response to the overwhelming sensations enveloping him. His love for Bella consumed him, pushing him to the brink of control. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent as though it were the only thing keeping him tethered to this moment. His lips found her skin, his kisses feverish and desperate, as though he feared this union might be their last.

"Err…rrrrahh…aaahhhhhaaahhhgggh," Edward groaned, the sound raw and animalistic, resonating deep from within him. He surged into her one final time, his body shuddering as all the tension finally snapped. His release was more than physical—it was an emotional surrender, a breaking of every wall he had built around himself.

Bella gasped, her body responding to his with perfect synchronization, and the sound of her pleasure only spurred Edward further. His fingers clutched her hips, holding her tightly as though afraid to let go, his entire being focused on her.

When the intensity subsided, Edward collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His skin glistened faintly, and his face—usually so composed—was open, vulnerable, filled with awe at the woman beside him. Bella turned to him, her lips brushing his shoulder as she pressed herself against his chest, her touch soothing his still-shaking form.

Edward wrapped his arms around her, pulling her impossibly close. He kissed the top of her head with a reverence that belied the raw passion he had just unleashed. "Bella," he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with an aching tenderness. "You are everything. You are everything to me."

Bella rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing the muscles still taut from his exertion. His breaths slowed, and she smiled softly, finding comfort in his presence, as though hearing the steady rhythm of a heart that would never beat but belonged wholly to her.

They finally did it *squeals*

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