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Chapter 3

Majestic Dignity

Edward

I had appointments all the rest of the afternoon and evening. But I could hardly concentrate because I kept thinking about her.

What was this woman who looked at me so bravely and would have died voluntarily? She was beautiful and smelled wonderful. Her blood, her body scent. She had fascinated me. How long had I not desired a woman sexually? I couldn't remember, it had been that long. But when she put her small warm hand on my cheek, it was all over me. It was as if the sun had settled on my body and brought me happiness. How would it feel to have her lying naked beneath me, to penetrate her? These thoughts had been exciting me all afternoon.

Now I was finally finished with everything. 11:00 p.m. ... great.

I walked briskly through the halls and then immediately opened the door to her room quietly.

It was dark. James stood next to her bed and looked toward me. The whole room was filled with her scent.

I took a deep breath.

My lungs filled with her scent, I tasted her inside me. What a feeling! The passion for her flowed through my body. She spread slowly like flowing honey inside me. Here, in this closed room, her scent was even more intense than in the afternoon. A fantastic aroma. She was asleep. I heard her calm heartbeat.

Slowly I stepped closer to the bed.

"How did it go?", I asked James.

"Very good, Royal Highness," he said.

"Tell me more. Was she screaming around here, flailing hysterically, trying to escape?"

"No, my Master. She is the most fascinating woman I have ever met. She speaks softly and pleasantly, asks only the most important questions, has a healthy mixture of fear and courage. She is educated, quoted Rousseau, for example, and in general she has a very quick perception. She moves very gracefully, a true Princess," he said.

"Did she bathe?"

"Yes, Royal Highness."

I saw her sitting in the tub in his mind and how he massaged her. Oh ... she looked so wonderful.

"She is very well-groomed, my Master, she would not have needed any treatment."

"Did she eat?", I asked.

"Only a little. She ate salad and fruit and drank water. She is very thin, my Master."

I nodded.

I had noticed that, too.

"She just cried a little bit," he said.

"Did she say why?", I asked.

"No, my Master."

I looked around the room.

On the table was this pad. She had probably written something down in the morning, I had seen that.

I stepped up to the table and took the pad.

She had scribbled through what she had written in the morning. But I could still read it. A poem.

In the reflection of the stars,
through the clear moonlit night,
fluttered - I liked to see it,
a small butterfly, very light.

Underneath it now read, also in her handwriting:

Instead of lamenting that the rose bush bears thorns,
I should rejoice

that the thorn bush bears roses.

I read it several times and thought about what she wanted to express with it.

Want she try to see this in a positive light?

She fascinated me more and more.

Slowly I went back to the bed and knelt in front of it.

She breathed in and out calmly and smelled just heavenly good. Hmm ... did she dream nothing? It had already been so strange today that I couldn't hear her thoughts. Normally I could see other people's dreams too, but here I saw nothing. Her face was very beautiful. Clear skin, rosy lips, long eyelashes.

She wore no jewelry, she didn't even have holes in her ears, I noted. Her hair lay in waves around her face. She breathed in and out calmly, her lips were very slightly open. Through the nightgown I saw her breasts shining through, moving gently with her breathing. I heard and saw her heart beating calmly. Like an angel, she lay there. White and pure and a feeling of humility came over me. A beautiful sight.

I rose and took off my cloak, pants and socks.

Wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts, I crawled behind her and lay down with her. She had turned her back to me and I carefully slid closer.

She did not wake up.

Slowly I approached her head and enjoyed her scent.

Beguiling.

I put an arm around her body and pulled her a little to my chest.

Oh ... that was a good feeling. I held an angel in my arms, that's how she smelled, that's how she felt.

I kissed her hair.

"You can go, James," I said.

"Very well, my Master."

'And please don't hurt her, Your Royal Highness', he added in thought, and stepped outside the door, where he stopped.

He had never made such a request to me before. He seemed to have really taken her to his heart.

I stayed like that for a long time, listening to her breathing, her heartbeat, breathing in her scent.

I felt good.

At some point I began to stroke her side, over her arm, her hip. Now she woke up, because immediately her body tensed. I waited and just kept stroking her. Her heartbeat was a little faster and her breathing was more choppy. She was clearly awake. The tension remained, but she did not move.

"Turn around," I whispered.

Slowly she rolled onto her back, then onto her other side.

Now her face was in front of mine and she looked at me.

I was sure that she could recognize me, because the room was flooded with moonlight. She silently examined my face.

"What is your name, Princess?", I asked gently.

"Isabella," she whispered.

"Isabella," I repeated, and it sounded like music on my tongue. "It's a beautiful name. What's your last name?", I asked.

"Isabella Marie Swan, but I'm usually just called Bella."

"Bella. Beautiful swan. What an apt combination," I noted.

She was silent, didn't make a face, and studied my face.

"What are you thinking?", I asked. It drove me crazy - she had to be thinking something!

She looked at me in irritation.

"Tell me what you think?"

"No," she said softly.

I laughed.

"You're really brave!"

She did not react.

"You are beautiful, Isabella," I whispered, gently stroking her cheek.

She twitched briefly under my touch, but did not move away from me.

"I want to kiss you," I whispered.

But she was persistently silent.

"May I?", I asked.

"Do I have a choice?" she asked.

"No," I said.

I carefully slid my hand into her nape and pulled her face closer to mine, came a little towards her and then slowly pressed my cold lips onto her beautiful rose-colored warm lips.

What a feeling! Wow ...! A wave of heat seized me and flowed through my body. I had never felt anything like this before.

I caressed over her back and pushed with my tongue against her lips. She pinched her lips together.

I sighed.

"Please, Isabella, let me into your mouth. I want to taste you. I will not hurt you," I asked gently.

Again I kissed her tenderly and this time she opened her mouth.

Carefully I let my tongue glide over her lips. Gently I poked against her small hot tongue. But she did not return the kiss. As tenderly as possible, I tried to kiss and explore her mouth. Isabella let it wash over her.

I slowly withdrew from her.

"Don't you like me at all?", I asked her.

She was silent.

"Answer me, please."

"I don't know," she said.

"What don't you know?", I asked.

"I can't say I don't like you at all, but I can't say I like you either," she whispered.

"Are you afraid of me?", I asked quietly.

"Yes," she said immediately.

"What frightens you, my Princess?", I asked.

"That you hurt me, rape me, take what YOU want without asking."

I nodded.

"That's an understandable fear," I said.

I considered.

"If I promise you that I won't undress you tonight and won't rape you, would you return my kiss?" I asked.

Now she was considering.

"And if I didn't, would you undress me and rape me?" she asked.

I smiled.

"No, not today, I can control myself. But I want to be with you. I like you," I whispered.

Now she smiled.

Oh ... that was nice, that made her even prettier.

"You are even more beautiful when you smile, Isabella," I said softly.

Slowly I moved closer and put my lips on hers again.

This time she immediately opened slightly her lips and her tongue came towards me.

Oh ... how beautiful. She was so soft, warm, gentle and beguiling. Our tongues played tenderly with each other. Her response fascinated me. It was much nicer that way than with coercion. Surely she also found me somewhat attractive, after all, what was I a vampire for. Seductive power had been given to me.

Carefully she put her hand on the back of my neck.

This feeling was also hot and intoxicating.

We kissed for a long time, until at some point she needed a break, let go of me a little exhausted and sank back into her pillow.

Again we looked at each other.

She still had her hand at my neck and was now caressing over my cheek. I caressed over hers and then held hers on my cheek with my hand. She caressed with her thumb over my lips, I took her hand in mine and gently kissed her thumb and her fingers.

Her touches were so warm and every place she had touched was now burning hot.

I continued to hold her hand and we looked at each other. After a while I moved closer again.

"I want to kiss you so much one more time," I breathed against her cheek and I felt my breath give her goosebumps and her heartbeat quickened again.

"Yes," she whispered.

Gently I turned her face up with my hand and kissed her lips. I gave her many small tender kisses on the corners of her mouth, on her lower lip, on her upper lip.

It tasted so damn good.

Very carefully I penetrated her mouth again with my tongue. She had closed her eyes and returned the kiss tenderly, nudged my tongue and let me caress her willingly. Her hand wandered again into my neck, she stroked me, carefully felt my hair and drove through it.

Simply wonderful were the feelings she triggered in me.

I moaned softly into the kiss. That made her smile, I felt it under my lips. Instinctively I let my body slide a little closer to her front and immediately she tensed up.

I sighed.

She wanted to pull her hand away. I held her tightly and tenderly kissed her fingers, her palm. I rolled onto my back and put her hand on my chest, holding it tight.

Isabella lay still and looked at me.

I closed my eyes.

It took a long time, but eventually she fell asleep again.

I would have loved to love her properly, but it didn't feel right today. I didn't want to break my word. But I wouldn't wait forever.

As the sun shone through the window, I gently placed her hand in front of her face. I kissed her hair once more and then quietly stood up.

"James?"

Immediately he came in.

"I'm going now. Take good care of her. If she wants, she can go to my rooms. And grant her every realistic wish. See that she eats!"

"Yes, Your Royal Highness ... and thank you!" he said.

I looked at him.

The 'thank you' referred to the fact that I hadn't hurt her? What was wrong with him?

I went to my rooms, showered and then left for work.