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Edward's eyes darken to a deep black, tinged with a flicker of red, filled with rage. The shattered remnants of the table are still gripped tightly in his hands, splintering further on the ground with each increasing squeeze.
I remain frozen in place, torn between the urge to run and the uncertainty of what that might bring. I've rarely seen this side of Edward, and it has never been directed at me. For the first time in my life, I feel a flicker of fear toward his vampire side.
He must have seen the fear in my eyes, because his gaze softens slightly as he shuts them for a moment. His brow furrows as he attempts to steady himself, trying to calm the rage of emotions from what just happened.
"I don't get it…" He whispers.
I almost didn't hear him. His voice was low and steady, like he was trying to be careful with what he said.
"Don't get what?" I say with a quiet voice, not wanting to make any sudden movements.
He opens his eyes, the black fading just enough to return to the familiar gold I remember. "You! I don't understand you!" he exclaims, his voice rising as he leans back a little, still gripping the broken pieces of wood. I lean forward cautiously, edging away from the shattered table, carefully avoiding the scattered splinters.
"Is it something I'm doing? Did I offend you in some way? What is it?" He yells.
I glance back, astonished. "Of course not! It's not like that, Edward."
"Then what is it?" he demands, frustration lacing his voice. "Every time I get close, you pull away. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, and all I want is to apologize and fix it…" He exhales, the tension easing as he lets the remaining pieces of wood fall to the floor.
I walk closer to him taking his hand, "It's not you Edward, I swear! You have done nothing wrong. It should be me who is apologizing." I say as he gazing down to my hand.
"I don't understand… Do you not want me like that anymore?" he says in a quiet voice.
My eyes widen. "Yes! Of course I want you! I've always wanted you; you know this!" I take a deep breath as I continue. "I just think it would be best to wait…"
His anger has faded, replaced by a look of confusion and doubt. "You want to wait?" he asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Yeah, because that makes sense…
"Yes...?" I reply, the words trailing off like a question.
He raises an eyebrow. "You never wanted to wait before? Why the sudden change?"
I glance around the room, searching for the right words. I didn't want to admit that I feared he might regret it or that, just for a moment, I felt the flicker of satisfaction in turning him down for once. "You might be right… about waiting until I'm changed, I mean," I say, forcing my voice to stay steady despite the lie. "It might be... safer."
He narrows his eyes at me, taking the hand that I had been holding and pulled me closer, so I can feel his breath against my face. "Safer, huh?" he says, his voice dripping with disbelief. "When have you ever cared about safety, Bella?"
My thoughts spiral as I inhale his intoxicating scent, causing me to lose track of my words. "I, uh... always have cared," I stammer, trying to regain my focus." Snap out of it, Bella. "I take a steady breath and press on. "Weren't you the one who wanted me to wait in the first place? Why is it such a big deal now?" I challenge him, unwilling to admit how much I hated what I already knew. Deep down, I needed him to confess that he was only pushing because he had made a promise.
"I was... but then we got married, and I saw you naked for the first time," he says, a playful glint in his eyes as he leans in, planting soft kisses along my neck.
He's trying to distract me.
"Edward, I'm serious, you never wanted this before, why the sudden change?" I say as I slightly push his head back.
He exhales deeply, allowing me to push him back just enough so that his suffocating scent isn't so overwhelming, giving me space to breathe and think again. "Bella," he murmurs, his voice low and intense. "I've always wanted this. Every time I lay next to you, every kiss, every moment we've shared... I may act like a gentleman, but underneath, I'm still a man."
The thought of Edward wanting me like that all those times sent a flutter through the pit of my stomach. If he's felt this way for so long, why has he kept pushing me away? Why tell me to wait until I'm changed? And what's making him change his mind now?
Even with Edward admitting his feelings, I can't shake the fact that all of this is happening because he made that promise. I don't want some hollow promise to be anywhere near the reason. I want a connection—one that isn't bound by a contract or a debt. I didn't realize it before, but now I do, and this is not how I want our relationship to be. I've made my decision, and I'm sticking to it, even if he doesn't want to admit what we both know.
"I just want to make sure that when we move forward, it's for the right reasons," I replied delicately. "I don't want to rush into something, especially when I feel there are aspects we might be overlooking." I say a little agitated.
He stood silently, processing my words. I watched the multitude of emotions play out on his face— disappointment shifting to confusion. "Overlooking?" he repeated, his voice strained. "Bella, you are my wife. All I want to do is consummate my marriage. I've told you how I feel. Every part of me wants you." He pulls me back to his body, letting me feel the part that wants me the most. "The only reason I wanted to wait was because I didn't trust my own strength around you. When I'm with you, I feel like I can truly be myself, and I was scared that myself might be too much for you. But I've come to realize that I could never hurt you that way. I wouldn't allow it."
His words hit me like a brick. I felt caught in a whirlwind between desire and reservation. I wanted him, desperately. "It's not that I don't want you." I tried to explain, my heart racing. "I just…" My words fell short as I tried to explain.
"Do you think that I would hurt you?" He says with worry in his eyes, bringing a hand to my face.
"Never…" I whispered, leaning into his hand, the sensation making me feel both cherished and vulnerable. I closed my eyes, focusing on the warmth blossoming in my chest, even as uncertainty flickered beneath the surface.
"Then let me show you, Bella. Let me make love to my wife," he whispered, his breath ghosting over my lips before he closed the distance between us. His cool lips pressed against mine, igniting a spark deep within me.
I couldn't help but wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. It felt as if all the walls I had built began crumbling. All the choices I've made sense being here have become pointless. I wanted him—needed him as much as he seemed to desire me. Promise or not, I just couldn't help myself but give in.
Our kiss deepened, I could feel his hand on my hip slowly moving under and up my shirt, stopping at my breast. Massaging it thoroughly, while his other hand makes his way down to my shorts, making me feel things I've never felt. Our hands explored one another, his cool skin meeting the warmth of mine as I surrendered to the moment. The passion we had long denied was finally free to flow between us. As he guided me back against the wall, everything else faded away. We fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.
Just as the world around us fell silent, merging into our own private universe, a loud and jarring knock at the front door shattered the intimate moment.
Knock Knock Knock "Housekeeping!" A lady called through the door with a heavy accent.
My heart dropped as the spell Edward had cast on me shattered, pulling me back into reality. My eyes went wide, and I shoved him away with a sudden jerk. But he didn't move far; his hands shot up, trapping me against the wall. His eyes snapped open, darkening with a fierce intensity that sent a chill down my spine.
"Go away!" His voice rumbled like a growl, eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that held me captive. We stood in tense silence, waiting for any sign that she had gone. Then, something shifted—his next words weren't in English, but in what sounded like Portuguese.
"VÁ EMBORA" He says again. I realized he must have read her mind.
Whatever she was thinking clearly displeased Edward, a flicker of rage flashing across his face. His jaw tightened, frustration simmering just beneath the surface.
With the moment gone, I knew I still had to calm him down. Before I could act, I felt him slam his fist into the wall behind me as he pushed away, leaving cracks in the wall as he headed for the door. I flinched slightly but forced myself to stay still.
I used the moment to collect my thoughts. Since we arrived, I'd witnessed a different side of Edward; darker, more seductive, and reckless. I couldn't decide whether it terrified me or stirred something much deeper inside me. Edward had always been a gentleman, his touch gentle, his kisses soft, his restraint a constant reminder of his self-control. But this? This side of him was something else entirely. I wasn't sure how to handle it, or how I could stay true to my decision if things continued like this.
As he reached the door, I heard the doorknob creak under his grip, his strength unknowingly making the metal groan. When he opened the door, an older woman, clearly a local, looked up, her face flooded with fear. Edward shot her a death stare, silent and unmoving. I cleared my throat, hoping to ease the tension.
She finally tore her gaze from him, turning to me. Her eyes widened with a mix of surprise and fear as she scanned me from head to toe. I followed her gaze, my heart sinking as I realized the state of my clothes. My shirt had ridden up, and my shorts were slightly pulled down, revealing the top of my panties. The cracks in the wall and the broken table in the living room didn't exactly help either.
Edward, sensing the shift in the air, turned to see what had caught the woman's attention. His eyes flickered over the scene, taking in the chaos, the disarray. His face tightened in realization of how this must look. He exhaled sharply, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. I gave a small wave, attempting to straighten myself out, hoping to downplay the situation.
"Se apresse" he speaks in her language, still in an annoyed tone. He glances at me one last time, his expression a mix of emotions that I can't quite decipher. Then, he shifts his gaze to the ground, furrowing his brows in confusion as if trying to shake off a troubling thought. With a brief shake of his head, he turns and walks away, heading toward the bedroom, leaving a palpable tension in the air behind him. Leaving me standing with the woman at the front door, her gaze still scanning the room with a mix of fear and confusion. I forced a tight smile, desperately trying to remember any knowledge of the Portuguese language that I tried to learn before coming here.
Just then, a man walked in behind her, carrying cleaning supplies. He paused, clearly taken aback by the disarray of the living room, but quickly recovered, setting up to start cleaning. He glanced over at the woman still frozen in the doorway, speaking to her in Portuguese. His words seemed to break the spell she was under.
She took one last lingering look around the room, likely searching for Edward. After a moment, she made the sign of the cross over her head and chest, then stepped inside.
Did she know anything about Edward and his kind? I let the thought hang in the air for a moment before I turned and left the room to search for him. I headed toward the bedroom, expecting to find him there, but instead, I was met with a note on the bed.
"I've gone for a hunt."
His elegant handwriting; usually so beautiful, was now a messy scribble, almost unreadable.
I let the note fall onto the bed, frustration bubbling inside me. He had just gone for a hunt this morning. Still, a part of me couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the space. I needed it. If I was going to follow through with my decision, I had to clear my mind. His words and actions today had shaken me for a moment, but deep down, I knew I could stay on course if I truly tried.
This is going to be a long couple weeks…
Welp this is awkward...