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I decided to stay in the bedroom for now, avoiding the cleaners in the other room. I took out a book Alice packed for me from my suit case, climbed on the bed and started to read. As time past, I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with a jolt to the sound of thunder.
Hours must have passed since I dozed off. I blinked, disoriented, and felt the breeze ruffle my hair as it slipped through the patio doors, which were still ajar. The sheer curtains danced wildly.
Where was he?
Anxiety rushed over me, wrapping around my chest like a vice. He had stormed off earlier, and have been gone for a while. A gnawing sense of worry settled in my stomach, and for a fleeting moment, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone—or something—was watching me. I dismissed it as paranoia; the remnants of a vivid dream still lingered in my mind.
Determined to push aside my anxieties, I decided to indulge in the luxurious tub that had tempted me since I got here. After turning the water on, I shed my clothes, letting them fall to the floor as the steam soon filled the bathroom, embracing me with warmth. As the tub filled, I discovered it had jets; a feature I was so excited to try. I turned them on, watching as bubbles churned and danced. I dimmed the lights, creating an intimate atmosphere, and then slipped into the water, feeling the warmth envelop me.
I sighed, closing my eyes, allowing the sensation of the water to wash over me. Just as I began to slip into relaxation, the feeling of being watched returned, more insistent this time. I opened my eyes, heart racing, scanning the bathroom again. Shadows loomed everywhere, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I tried to brush it off, closing my eyes once more in an attempt to relax.
But then, a voice broke through the quietness.
"Mind if I join you?"
I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. The moment I realized Edward stood in the corner, a fleeting surge of fear coursed through me. He looked soaked from head to toe, his hair drenched and dripping, and there, staining his shirt and glistening on his lips, what looked like blood. My breath caught, and an inexplicable mix of fear and concern rushed through me.
"Edward!" I managed to gasp, suddenly acutely aware of my nakedness in the tub. My heart hammered in my chest, and I felt exposed under his intense gaze. A rush of panic welled inside me. "How long have you been standing there?"
He didn't immediately respond; instead, he stalked to the tub with an unsettling grace, his eyes drinking in every detail of my body, his expression a turbulent mix of hunger and something darker. The way he looked at me sent a warmth fluttering through my core, despite my rising fear.
He shrugs his shoulders. "Just a little messy."
"Messy? Edward, that looks like—" I stammered, but he cut me off, a fierce intensity flashing in his eyes.
"It was a good hunt." A devilish smile hints at his lips as he reaches the edge of the tub.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as he peeled away the damp fabric, revealing his sculpted abdomen, glistening skin reflecting in the dim light. My heart raced at the sight of him, an intoxicating mix of danger and desire. It was a stark reminder of what Edward truly was—a predator cloaked in beauty.
"Are you alright?" I asked, trying to mask the trembling in my voice, though I suspected he could sense every erratic beat of my heart. It was as if the air around us transformed, thickening with anticipation, drawing me in.
"Better now that I'm here," he replied, his voice low and almost gravelly, sending a delicious shiver through me. He was close now, so close that I could feel the coldness of his skin competing with the warmth of the water. I could smell him, a mix of rain, earth, and something faintly metallic that I have come to smell a lot in this relationship.
"What do you mean, you're the one who left so suddenly." I managed to whisper, trying to keep a handle on my swirling emotions. All I could focus on was how he loomed above me, a dark figure in my tiny sanctuary.
"Bella," he said my name with a reverence that made my pulse quicken, ignoring my statement, "you have no idea what you do to me." His eyes glinted with a mix of adoration and hunger, illuminating the shadows that danced around us.
He slowly unbuttoned his soaked jeans, his gaze locked onto mine, the air thickening with intensity as he drew the zipper down with deliberate slowness. As the fabric slid down his legs and pooled at his feet, he stood before me in nothing but his underwear. The thin material clung to him, doing little to conceal the undeniable evidence of his desire. I found myself transfixed, unable to tear my eyes away, and there was a dangerous glint in his expression that suggested he knew this.
With casual confidence, he took his time removing that final barrier, peeling off the last layer of clothing and leaving him just as exposed as I was.
As he stepped into the water, I instinctively shrank back, although part of me longed to lean into him. The hot water enveloped him, contrasting sharply against his cold skin.
"What got into you this morning?" The question slipped out almost involuntarily, my mind trying to distract me from the fact that I am naked in the tub with my also naked husband. His gaze was all-consuming, making it hard to focus on anything else.
"Nothing you need to worry about," he replied, but there was an edge to his voice, a darkness that hung in the air like a storm cloud waiting to burst. He leaned forward, and my breath hitched as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my skin like fire igniting my senses.
"Edward," I said, but my voice was breathy and uncertain. I could feel that invisible line stretching within me.
"I'm fine, Bella, really," he whispered, closing the distance between us and pressing his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. The taste of his lips still carried the faint trace of his recent hunt—something that would usually make me recoil at the scent of blood. But instead, I found it strangely intoxicating.
I have somehow avoided his advanced since I've been here but now, with nothing separating us, I realized I had nowhere to run. The chill of his skin cooled the water, but it did nothing to the consuming heat radiating off me.
"You look so beautiful.." His words echoed like a siren's call, tempting me to abandon my reservations. The dark side of Edward swirled in those deep pools of his eyes—raw, unapologetic, and hungry. I could sense and see his need for me through the water, a primal force urging me to surrender to his every command. He leans forward, running his hand up my leg, reaching to a destination I wouldn't be able to come back from.
I can't loose control… not again.
I stop his hand with mine, "I was just about to get out actually." I say with a small voice, avoiding his gaze.
He takes my hand in his, "You just got in a minute ago, I saw you." He said with a dark voice.
I bit my lip, desperately searching for another excuse. "The water got cold…" My words felt feeble, a shallow attempt to create distance while I struggled to regain my composure. "And it's getting late."
"You just woke up." He stated matter of factly. My eyes move to his with nervous confusion.
"How long have you been watching me?" I asked, feeling a little nervous of his answer.
He smirks, one side of his lip turns up as he takes in my reaction. "A while."
Funny…
I stare back at him, frozen by his answer. He takes this moment to continue his advancement. Snaking a hand to the back of my neck laying me back against the tub as he climbs above me. I let out a small squeak with surprise as I feel his cold body hover above mine.
He chuckled softly, but there was an edge to it that sent a thrill of apprehension through me. "You've spent the whole day avoiding me, Bella. Don't think you can deflect me with small talk."
It struck me just how much power he held over me in this moment. He shifted even closer until our skin barely brushed together, sending delicious butterflies spiraling through my stomach. I could feel the weight of his desire pressing against me, consuming me.
"Please…" I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. I wanted to contain the urge blossoming within me, I had no way of escaping this and my control was already gone. "I can't—"
But he cut me off, tilting my chin with gentle firmness. "You're not fooling anyone, Bella. I can see it in your eyes. You want this just as much as I do, why push me away?"
He was right. I just wanted to surrender to his every command. This Edward is nothing like the man I remember, and he has me in the palm of his hand… I just can't let him realize it yet.
"Please..." I whisper again, my voice so faint I can barely hear it myself. I stare into his eyes, a silent plea in my gaze. I'm not sure what I was begging for. Whether I want him to stop or to take me right there.
There was a flicker of something dark and wild in his eyes—a hint of frustration mixed with desire.
He leans in against my ear, "I love it when you beg."
He leans in, his lips grazing my ear. My eyes widen, and my heart skips a beat. I'm completely taken aback by his words. I would have never think those words would come from him. Shock washes over me, freezing my body in place, leaving me tense and motionless. I didn't know how else to react.
He must have sensed it because he paused for a moment, not moving with me.
"Edward," I managed to say, my voice trembling, "what…I…" my voice trails off. We are frozen for what felt like hours but only seconds had passed.
He pulls back slowly, finally showing me his face. I watched as a myriad of emotions crossed his face—anger, confusion, desire… and then something like fear. His hand at the back of my neck released completely, and I watched him retreat mentally even while his body remained close. The vulnerability in his expression was disarming, and the tension shifted in the air between us.
"I—" he stammered, as if searching for the right words. But the fire in his eyes flickered, replaced by something much colder and more distant.
Without warning, he recoiled as if I had struck him. As if that realization struck him all at once, he pushed back from the tub, standing abruptly, the water cascading off him in shimmering beads. I watched helplessly as he turned away, his chest heaving with to many emotions at once; regret, anger, self-loathing?
In a heartbeat, he was out of the bathroom, leaving the door swinging on its hinges behind him. The sound echoed like thunder in the silence that followed, and I was left alone, confusion spiraling in my mind.
My reaction snapped him out of that primal haze and saved me from my lack of control once more, but why did I feel this gnawing sense of worry swell in my chest?
I blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend what had just happened. The air felt heavy and charged, the remnants of desire now tainted by something I couldn't define. I had hoped to reach the part of him that could guide us back from the edge, but I wasn't sure what I had actually accomplished.
"Edward?" I called, my voice tremulous, but only silence answered me.
Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes as the weight of uncertainty settled on my shoulders. He had run away this time, and I was left to confront the shadows lurking in the space he used to occupy. I was alone on my honeymoon... again.
Bella got to see a side of Edward she didn't know existed and I have a feeling, he didn't either... How will Edward handle this darker side of himself? How will Bella be able to resist this more dominate Edward? Will everything work out? Does pineapple go on pizza? Find out next on TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND!