AN: Here's part one of the epilogue... I've got one more part after this! Here's the beginning of their honeymoon... ;)
This one is lemon central, y'all.
The journey to their top-secret honeymoon destination had been long—a flight to Leonardo da Vinci–Fiumicino Airport, a train from Roma Termini to Salerno, then a ferry from the Port of Salerno to Amalfi. By the time they arrived, Bella was sure her legs had forgotten how to work properly, but all the travel felt worth it the moment Edward opened the door to the villa.
As the heavy wooden door swung open, Bella stepped inside and froze, her breath catching in her throat.
The villa was straight out of a dream.
High, arched ceilings loomed above, rustic beams exposed against the soft glow of iron sconces. Polished terracotta tiles stretched out beneath her feet, leading to wide glass doors that framed a moonlit view of the Mediterranean Sea. The faint scent of salt and citrus hung in the air, mingling with the earthy warmth of old stone walls and the sweetness of the fresh flowers arranged throughout the space. Everything about it—the cozy yet elegant furniture, the way the breeze stirred the gauzy curtains, the lemon groves visible in the distance—was utterly enchanting.
Bella turned in a slow circle, her wide eyes taking everything in. "This is…" she trailed off, gesturing around them as she tried to find the words. "Okay, Edward, I have questions. Big ones."
Edward grinned as he set their bags down by the door. "Oh yeah? Like what?"
Bella stepped further into the villa, her eyes narrowing as she pointed accusingly at him. "Like this. This view, this villa—this whole setup! What the hell, Edward? You've been hiding this from me?" She folded her arms, arching a brow. "Tell me the truth—are you secretly in the mafia? Blink twice if you are."
Edward chuckled, the sound low and rich as he closed the distance between them. "The mafia?" he repeated, scooping her up in one fluid motion before she could protest. Bella let out a surprised squeal, her arms flying around his neck as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
"Edward!" she exclaimed, half-laughing as he carried her through an archway that led into the kitchen. The space was just as breathtaking as the rest of the villa, with sleek marble countertops, exposed wooden beams, and a terrace that offered an even more stunning view of the sea.
Edward set her on the cool marble counter, stepping between her legs with a smirk still tugging at his lips. Bella's laughter softened as her fingers slid to the back of his neck, toying lazily with his hair. Her teasing gaze met his as she tilted her head. "Well? Answer me, mobster. Did you launder all that Cullen family money for this?"
His smirk deepened, his green eyes glittering with mischief. He leaned in, his lips just a hairs-width away from hers, and Bella's heart skipped. But before he could close the gap, she pressed a hand to his mouth, stopping him.
"Uh-uh," she said, her voice firm but amused as she fought the laugh bubbling in her throat. "I want answers first."
Edward's eyebrows shot up, but the corner of his mouth twitched against her palm. His lips pressed a soft, tingling kiss to her skin before he murmured, "Maybe I am," the words low and muffled against her hand.
Bella's eyes narrowed further, her mouth curving into a wicked smile as she dropped her hand. "If you are," she said, her voice a soft, sultry tease, "I'll have no choice but to lock you up."
Edward's smirk widened, his green eyes gleaming as he leaned in closer, breath warm against her lips. "Lock me up, huh?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "What are you gonna do, Bella? Cuff me to the bed?"
Her breath jumped slightly at the way his tone dripped with suggestion. She tilted her head, pretending to consider it, her fingers lazily trailing up his chest. "Only if you behave," she shot back, her voice equally teasing but laced with heat.
Edward's eyes darkened, and a slow, sinful grin spread across his face. "Baby, if you wanted to tie me up, you could've just asked."
A shiver ran through her, and before she could stop herself, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she crushed her lips to his. The kiss was hot, all-consuming, their hands roaming freely as moans escaped them. Edward's grip tightened on her hips, pulling her flush against him, and Bella instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him there like she never wanted him to let go.
When Bella finally pulled back, her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Her lips were swollen, tingling from the intensity of their kiss, and her forehead rested against Edward's. His green eyes were still dark with want, his own breathing unsteady as his thumb absently rubbed circles on her thigh.
"But seriously," she panted. "How…?"
Edward cocked an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. Instead of answering, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a slim envelope, holding it up between two fingers. Bella blinked, confused, but took it, her brows furrowing as she opened it. The elegant stationery inside made her pause for a second before she carefully unfolded the note. Edward leaned in closer, his arm bracing on the counter beside her as they read silently together:
"Dearest Bella and Edward,
A lifetime of love deserves the most romantic beginning. Our vacation home in Ravello is yours for your honeymoon. Relax, explore, and create memories to cherish forever. We've also arranged for private tours, dining experiences, and a boat to take you along the coast—all our treat.
With all our love,
Mom and Dad."
Bella read it twice just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. Her jaw dropped as the words finally sank in, and she looked up at Edward, wide-eyed. "Wait… This is Carlisle and Esme's vacation home? Here?"
Edward grinned, his hands slipping back to her thighs, his thumb brushing her skin like he couldn't stop touching her. "Surprise."
Bella let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? They just handed over a villa on the Amalfi Coast for us to use? And then planned a whole dream itinerary on top of it?" She gestured vaguely at the villa around them. "Who even does that?"
Edward chuckled, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth. "Apparently, my parents."
Bella rolled her eyes, though her lips quirked into a smile. "Your parents are way too nice. Like, freakishly generous."
Edward shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face. "To you, maybe. I'm pretty sure they just tolerate me at this point."
Bella snorted, her hands slipping into his hair as she tugged him closer. "Oh, please. You're their golden boy and you know it."
Edward laughed, his voice low and warm. "They definitely love you more than me now."
"Well, obviously," Bella teased, tilting her head. "Look at me."
He grinned, his eyes sparkling as he trailed his fingers up her sides. "Trust me, I am." He leaned in, his lips brushing hers. "And I'm thinking we might owe them a thank-you gift for this one."
Bella hummed thoughtfully, though her focus drifted to the way his hands were sliding further up her back. "A thank-you gift is definitely in order. We should start brainstorming. Like, now."
Edward tilted his head, giving her a skeptical look as his hands stilled on her waist. "You want to brainstorm right now?"
Bella shrugged, biting back a smirk. "I mean, it's never too early to start planning, right? Maybe something like a custom wine set? Or a—oh! What about a framed photo of us here, for sentimental value?"
"Bella, we just got here, and you want to use our honeymoon for… arts and crafts?"
She grinned wickedly, tapping her finger against his chest. "I'm just saying, they went all out for us. It's the least we can do."
Edward groaned dramatically, his hands sliding down to her hips as he pressed his forehead to hers. "You're actually serious right now. I'm trying to focus on how good you look in this dress—or, more importantly, how good you'd look out of it—and you're here planning thank-you gifts."
Bella laughed, leaning back just enough to look at him, her arms still looped around his neck. "I'm multitasking. You should try it sometime."
"Oh, I can multitask," Edward said, his voice dipping lower as his hands tightened on her waist. "For example, I'm currently undressing you with my eyes and considering the fastest way to get you out of that dress for real."
Bella's cheeks flushed, but she maintained her teasing grin. "Uh-huh. And where does brainstorming fit into your multitasking abilities?"
"It doesn't," he said simply, his lips ghosting over hers. "In fact, I think we should ban the word brainstorming for the rest of the night."
"That's a bold statement, Masen," Bella quipped, though her breath hitched as he leaned in closer. "But what if—"
"Nope," Edward interrupted, cutting her off with a hard kiss, his lips and tongue moving against hers in a way that made her thoughts completely scatter. When he pulled back, he smirked at her dazed expression. "See? No brainstorming required."
Bella narrowed her eyes, her fingers tugging lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck. "Okay, but what if—"
Edward kissed her again, deeper this time, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her neck as he pulled her flush against him. The kiss was all-consuming, a heady mix of heat and need that left Bella breathless. When he finally broke away, his lips hovered just over hers, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Keep talking about brainstorming, and I'll make it my mission to completely derail every thought in your pretty little head."
Bella's laughter was soft and breathy as her palms pressed against his chest, her fingers brushing over his shirt. "Fine, no brainstorming tonight," she conceded. "But I'm holding you to it later. We're going to figure out the best damn thank-you gift."
Edward grinned, his hands slipping lower to grip her thighs as he lifted her off the counter. Bella instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her laughter turning into a delighted squeal.
"Deal. But later," he agreed, his voice full of promise. He started carrying her toward the bedroom, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Right now, I have other priorities."
Bella's arms looped around his neck as she smiled down at him. "Priorities, huh?"
He leaned in, nipping softly at her bottom lip before murmuring, "You, Bella. You're my only priority."
Her heart swelled, skipping a beat as his words settled over her. There was no teasing in his tone now—just raw, unfiltered truth. She felt her chest tighten in the best possible way and didn't bother fighting the urge to kiss him again. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer, their mouths meeting in another heated, dizzying kiss.
Edward finally broke away, his forehead resting against hers as his breathing came in short, uneven bursts. He glanced at his watch, letting out a small chuckle. "You know," he said, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke, "we've had a long day. Between flights, trains, and ferries, we're both running on fumes."
Bella, her cheeks flushed and her hair slightly tousled, let out a dramatic sigh. "Way to kill the mood, Masen."
He laughed, nuzzling his nose against hers. "Oh, I've got plans to bring it right back. How about I draw us a bath?"
Her lower lip caught between her teeth as her eyes softened, the exhaustion of the day mingling with the quiet excitement still buzzing in her chest. "A bath sounds perfect," she murmured.
Edward set her down gently, his hands lingering on her waist before he stepped back. He turned, then paused at the doorway to glance back at her with a smirk. "You should probably get really naked right now."
Bella's laugh echoed through the room, her head tilting back as she shook it in mock disbelief. "Subtle, Masen. Real subtle."
The laughter lingered on her lips as Bella slipped off her shoes, the cool tile beneath her feet a welcome relief after the long journey. She shrugged off her cardigan, revealing the slim, nude-colored dress she'd changed into after the reception. Her fingers trailed over the soft fabric for a moment before she reached for the hem, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion.
The air in the room was cooler against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth pooling beneath her cheeks as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. The lingerie she'd chosen—a delicate set of lace and embroidery, complete with a garter belt—was bold, sensual, and was a far cry from her usual comfort-focused attire. The bows and intricate detailing hinted at a soft femininity, while the garters gave it an edge of confidence she wasn't sure she fully felt at that moment. She took a deep breath, smoothing her hands over the lace, and tried to calm the nerves buzzing under her skin.
This was Edward, she had to remind herself. The man who loved her with every fiber of his being. The man who could make her feel beautiful and adored with just one look. And yet, as she perched on the edge of the plush bed, tracing idle patterns on the duvet, she couldn't deny the anticipation thrumming in her veins.
From the bathroom, the faint sound of running water drifted through the air. Bella smiled to herself, imagining the look on his face when he came back, and her stomach flipped at the thought.
Moments later, Edward stepped into the bedroom, a towel slung casually over his shoulder. He came to an abrupt halt mid-stride, his entire body going still as his eyes locked onto her and his breath caught in his throat.
Bella sat there, her long hair falling in loose waves over one shoulder, the lingerie clinging to her body in a way that was both elegant and utterly devastating. The dusty rose-colored lace skimmed over her skin, the garter belt drawing attention to the curve of her thighs, and her bare legs stretched out like an invitation. Her lips curved into a faint, almost shy smile, but her eyes burned with a confidence and allure that made Edward's pulse thunder in his ears.
"Jesus, Bella," he whispered roughly. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze dragging over her inch by inch, like he was trying to memorize every detail.
His hands moved automatically, already working the buttons of his shirt as his feet carried him toward her. His shoes were kicked off carelessly, his shirt sliding from his shoulders and pooling on the floor, forgotten. Bella stayed where she was, watching him, her lips parting slightly as the heat in his gaze burned into her.
"You've had this on all day?" he asked, his voice soft but heavy, the weight of his desire tangible in the air between them.
Bella nodded slowly, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "Since after the reception," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She watched his jaw tighten, the muscles ticking as his gaze grew impossibly darker.
Edward stopped in front of her, his movements deliberate, almost predatory. He reached out, hands cradling her face as his thumbs swept lightly over her cheekbones. Bella tilted her head back, her breath catching as her eyes traced the sharp angles of his jaw, the faint stubble shadowing his skin.
"You're trying to kill me, baby," he murmured, his voice thick and gravelly, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.
Bella shivered, her fingers finding their way to the waistband of his pants, tugging him closer. "Not trying," she whispered back, her voice a mix of teasing and sultry. "But if I do, at least you'll go out happy."
Edward let out a low, guttural sound that sent a shockwave of heat through her. Bella shivered, her arms moving instinctively to wind around his neck and Edward leaned down fully, capturing her lips in a slow, dizzying kiss that made her toes curl. His hands slid down her neck, over the sides of her breasts, then following the shape of her rib cage, the contact leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The kiss deepened, growing hungrier, more urgent as their bodies pressed together.
Edward groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her up from the bed, her body molding perfectly against his. Bella's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as he tilted her head back, his lips moving to her neck.
"Fuck," Edward panted, pulling back just enough to look at her. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his breathing uneven as he rested his forehead against hers. His gaze swept over her, lingering on every curve, every inch of skin the lace barely concealed. He looked utterly wrecked, as if the sight of her was both heaven and hell. "You look…"
He trailed off, his words caught somewhere between awe and desire. His hands skimmed down her sides again, his fingers catching on the lace at her hips, then stilling as if he were savoring the moment.
"...incredible," he finally murmured. His tone alone sent a delicious shiver coursing down Bella's spine. "…but I'm gonna take this off you now."
The way he whispered it, low and full of promise, made her toes curl.
"Then what are you waiting for?" she teased softly, her voice trembling with equal parts anticipation and need.
Edward's smirk was dangerous, a heady mix of affection and molten desire. "Good question," he responded, his lips brushing against hers before he kissed her again, harder this time. His hands slid to the clasps, fumbling slightly as he tried to undo the intricate fastenings. He groaned against her mouth, the sound low and frustrated, and pulled back slightly, his brow furrowing. "How the fuck do you take this off?" he muttered, his voice almost a growl as his fingers tugged at the stubborn fabric helplessly.
Bella threw her head back with a throaty laugh, the rich sound spilling into the charged air between them. "Clearly, it's not for you to take off," she teased, swatting his hands away. "Let me handle it before you break it."
Edward stepped back, his hands dropping to his sides, but his intense gaze never wavered. He watched, his jaw tense, as she slowly, maddeningly, unhooked each clasp herself, the lace slipping away to reveal smooth skin beneath. Every movement she made was agonizingly deliberate, a silent taunt that only heightened the tension in the room.
The flimsy fabric finally fell away, leaving her completely bare under his gaze. Edward swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. His eyes were dark, blown wide with lust as he took her in. She stood there, unapologetically confident pinned under his gaze, her lips curving into a somewhat coy smile as their eyes locked before she swiped her tongue over her lips.
At that, the rest of Edward's restraint snapped and his lips crushed against hers as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him. His touch burned as it roamed over her curves, his fingers trailing down her back, then firmly cupping her ass. In one fluid motion, he hoisted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Bella gasped against his mouth, then let out a delightful laugh.
"You're obsessed with picking me up," she said, her voice breathless as her nails scraped along the back of his neck.
"Maybe," Edward growled softly, his lips brushing against hers before trailing down her jaw to her neck. He nipped at her skin, making her shiver. "Or maybe I'm just obsessed with you."
Bella tilted her head back, giving him better access as she whispered, "Obviously."
Edward chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing her collarbone before his tongue soothed the spot. "Smartass," he murmured, his voice low, vibrating against her skin. He carried her effortlessly into the bathroom, his lips and teeth teasing her neck and shoulder the entire way.
He set her down on the counter, pulling back just enough to look at her. His eyes swept over her, his gaze hungry and appreciative. "You're a fucking masterpiece," he muttered, his voice thick. "I'll never get enough of you."
Bella's cheeks flushed, but her lips curved into a teasing smirk. "You talk a big game, Masen. Let's see if you can back it up."
Edward huffed a quiet laugh, already tugging off his pants and boxers. Bella watched, her gaze trailing hungrily over him, her lips parting as he stood before her, every muscle taut and defined in the soft glow of candlelight. When his cock sprang free, hard and ready, Bella's eyes dropped instantly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Edward caught the movement, his smirk turning downright wicked. "See something you like?" he asked, his tone teasing but heavy with heat.
"Shut up," she shot back, though her gaze lingered, and the flush in her cheeks deepened.
Edward stepped closer, leaning in to brush his lips against hers. "You can stare all you want, baby," he whispered, his voice dark and velvety. "I'm all yours."
Before she could retort, Edward turned toward the bathtub. The warm water was frothy with bubbles, rose petals floating lazily on the surface, and the soft flicker of candlelight cast golden shadows across the room. Bella peeked over his shoulder, her eyes widening slightly.
"You did all this?" she asked, her voice softer, touched with awe.
Edward glanced back at her, the arrogant smirk fading into something warmer, more intimate. "You deserve all of it," he said simply, the sincerity in his voice making her chest tighten.
Bella's lips quirked, her expression softening. "Careful, Masen. You're dangerously close to being too perfect."
Edward stepped into the water, lowering himself with a contented sigh, his arms resting along the edge of the tub. "What can I say? I aim to impress."
Bella laughed softly, shaking her head as she slid off the counter. Her feet sank into the water, her gaze never leaving his as she slowly lowered herself into the tub. "You do realize," she began, her voice low and teasing as she settled in, "that this whole putting-me-on-high-places thing is getting out of hand?"
Edward snorted, his hands reaching out to guide her into his lap. "It's not my fault you're fun-sized."
Bella rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched. "I'm 5'4, Masen. On a good day. You're just a fucking giant."
His chest rumbled with laughter as he pulled her against him, her back resting snugly against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, his hands skimming over her bare stomach in lazy circles. Edward leaned forward slightly, his lips grazing her ear. "I like the way you fit."
Bella groaned, sinking deeper into his hold. The heat of the water surrounded her, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Edward's body against hers. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder, and she let out a quiet, satisfied moan. "God, this feels amazing," she whispered.
The way she was settled against him had his cock nestled perfectly between her thighs, brushing up against her clit. Bella gasped, her hips shifting slightly, and the friction sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through her.
Edward's breath hitched as her moan filled the room, his hands finding her hips. He dropped an open-mouthed kiss to her shoulder, and the shiver that racked her body was violent.
"Bella," he murmured, his voice a low growl against her skin. "You keep that up, and this bath won't be nearly as relaxing as I planned."
Bella's laugh was soft, breathy. "And you'd complain?"
"Not for a second," Edward admitted, his lips moving along her neck as his hands slid over her body, holding her as close as possible.
Bella sighed softly, melting into the feel of Edward's hands gliding over her body—her breasts, her stomach, between her legs. Each touch was tender, unhurried, and maddeningly effective. When he slid two fingers into her, burying them to the knuckle, she let out a sharp moan, her back arching instinctively.
"Edward," she breathed, her voice trembling as her head tilted back against his chest.
His thumb found her clit, pushing the hood up and circling the sensitive area in perfect rhythm with the thrusts of his fingers. Bella's fingers dug into his thigh, her nails scraping lightly as her body began to respond, her hips curling forward into his fingers frantically. The pleasure coursing through her was nothing short of euphoric, her mind blanking out everything but the sensation he was creating.
The water rippled and splashed around them, suds spilling over the edge of the tub with every movement. Bella was panting now, her breaths shallow and erratic as broken words spilled from her lips, rising in pitch with each stroke of his fingers. "Oh God… yes, baby, please don't stop—fuck, yes, right there, oh my fuck—"
Her babbling cut off as she tensed, her entire body going taut as the orgasm hit her like a freight train. Unrestrained pleasure drowned her as bursts of white pulsed behind her closed eyelids, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her thighs clamped together, her toes curling under the water, and her nails bit into his forearms where she clung to him.
Edward groaned low and deep against her ear, the sound dripping with satisfaction as her body clenched around his fingers. "That's it, Bella," he murmured, his voice dark and full of pride. "Let go for me. Such a good girl."
The words sent another shiver cascading through her, and she whimpered as the aftershocks rippled over her, leaving her spent and boneless. Edward's hand slowed its rhythm, easing her through the comedown, his other arm wrapped firmly around her waist to anchor her trembling form.
When he finally relented, his fingers slipping from her, Bella let out a soft, contented sigh, melting against him. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder, her body completely relaxed as the faint hum of pleasure lingered in her limbs.
"Jesus," Bella whispered, her voice raspy and raw. "I think I'm dead. Is this what heaven feels like?"
Edward chuckled, his chest vibrating against her back. "What a way to go, though," he teased, throwing her words back at her as his fingers trailed idly along her thigh.
Bella sighed softly, turning her head to look up at him. Her hair clung to her damp skin, her cheeks flushed from both the warmth of the water and her release. She pressed her lips against his, kissing him slowly, then pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips, "Now I get to ride you."
Edward pulled back some more, his green eyes heavy-lidded and intense as he gazed at her. "You want to go to the bed?"
"No way," Bella murmured with a sly grin. "I can finally check bathtub sex off my bucket list."
Edward's laugh came easily, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that way she loved. "That's on your bucket list?"
"Mhm," Bella hummed, already maneuvering herself so she was turned around and facing him. Edward's hands grabbed her waist, and Bella reached between them, plunging her hand into the water to take his cock in her hand, giving it a few deliberate tugs. Edward moaned softly, the sound growing louder when she sank fully onto him.
"Fuck, Bell," he hissed, his hands tightening on her waist. His head fell back slightly, exposing the sharp angle of his jaw. Bella grinned, bracing herself against his chest as she began to move.
At first, she moved her hips slow, just savoring the way he filled her and the delicious friction against her still-sensitive clit. Edward's hands slid up her back, holding her steady, his fingertips digging in just enough to send shivers down her spine.
"You feel so fucking good," Edward murmured, his voice rough with need. "So tight, so wet. Look at you—riding me like you were made for it."
Bella whimpered, the filthy praise shooting through her like lightning. She fisted her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, her lips crashing against his in a desperate, messy kiss. Their moans mingled, the heat between them growing unbearable. She rode him harder then, the movement becoming more desperate and causing her thighs to ache in the best kind of way. "Edward," she whispered, her voice broken with need.
"That's it, baby," he growled, his hands guiding her movements, lifting her slightly before snapping his hips upward to meet her. "Ride me just like that. Let me feel how much you need me."
Bella moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as his words sent a shiver down her spine. The dirty promises he whispered into her ear made her movements falter for just a moment, the pleasure overwhelming her.
"You like that?" he asked through clenched teeth, his hands gripping her ass to lift her and slam her back down on his cock. "Like hearing how good you're doing? How tight you feel around me?"
Bella's head fell back, her gasps turning into desperate, breathy moans. "Fuck, Edward," she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders for leverage. "Don't stop—please, please don't stop—"
Her words dissolved into incoherent babbling, her mind clouded with nothing but the intense waves of pleasure coursing through her. The water churned and splashed wildly around them, suds spilling over the tub's edge as their bodies moved in a frantic, primal rhythm.
Edward leaned forward, his lips finding her breast, his mouth hot and wet as he took her nipple between his teeth. His tongue flicked and teased, drawing a sharp cry from Bella that only spurred him on. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he guided her movements, their bodies meeting with raw, unrelenting urgency.
"You're mine," he murmured against her skin, his voice a rough whisper. "Every inch of you belongs to me. Say it."
"I'm yours," Bella repeated, nodding frantically, her hips grinding down harder. "All yours, Edward."
Her body trembled as the coil in her belly tightened, her orgasm building rapidly with each thrust.
"Edward," she cried out, hands fisting in his hair. "I'm—fuck—I'm so close."
"That's it, Bella," Edward encouraged, his voice thick with need. "Come for me. Let me feel you."
His words sent her over the edge, and her pussy started to convulse, clenching around his cock in violent, sporadic bursts. She screamed his name, her nails biting into his shoulders as she rode out every pulse of pleasure. Edward groaned deeply, his hands holding her in place as he thrust up into her, stretching out her ecstasy.
"Fuck, Bella," he growled. "I'm gonna—fuck—"
"Do it," she whispered. She cupped his face, her forehead pressed to his as her lips ghosted over his. "Come in me, Edward."
With a deep, guttural groan, Edward buried himself deep inside her one last time, his cock throbbing as he came, spilling into her with a force that left him trembling. His head fell forward, his forehead resting against her shoulder, his breaths coming in hot, uneven bursts against her damp skin.
Bella moaned softly at the sensation, her hips still moving languidly in circles as she milked every last sensation from him.
They stayed like that for a moment, their breathing heavy, the room filled with the soft lapping of water and the heady scent of their shared pleasure. Edward's hands roamed over her back in tender, soothing motions while Bella rested her forehead against his.
"You're going to ruin me," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
Bella laughed breathlessly, leaning back to look into his eyes. She rocked her hips, and Edward let out a soft moan, still buried inside her. "You're already ruined, Masen."
Edward smirked, pulling her in for another kiss. "Damn right, Masen."
Later that night, Bella lay draped over Edward, her body flush against his, her chin propped on her folded hands resting on his chest. Her legs straddled him lazily, and his hands rested on the back of her bare thighs, thumbs tracing small circles into her skin. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, golden light over them, their breaths quiet and easy as they soaked in the stillness of the night.
Edward's gaze was locked on her, studying every detail of her face as if he'd never seen her before. His hand came up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek.
"You're staring," Bella teased, her voice low and playful.
"Can you blame me?" he murmured, his lips curving into a small smile. "Look at you."
Bella rolled her eyes, though her cheeks flushed. "You're so corny."
"Corny?" he repeated, mock-offended. His hand slid up to cup her face, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "I'm being romantic. There's a difference."
"Oh, is that what this is?" she quipped, her grin widening. "Because it kind of feels like you're just trying to distract me."
Edward arched a brow, his lips twitching. "Distract you from what, exactly?"
Bella tilted her head, pretending to think. "I don't know... maybe from the fact that you can't stop talking about how obsessed you are with me."
He laughed, the sound deep and warm, his chest vibrating beneath her. "I mean, you're not wrong," he admitted, his green eyes sparkling. "I told you before. Iamobsessed with you."
"Good. Because I'm not going anywhere, Masen."
"Damn right, you're not," he said, his voice dropping slightly. His hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her down until their lips met. The kiss was slow and sweet, the kind that made her toes curl and her heart race. When they pulled apart, Bella rested her forehead against his, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
"You know," she said softly, her fingers absently tracing patterns on his chest. She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. "I never did thank you."
Edward's brows furrowed slightly, his lips twitching at the edges. "Thank me?"
"Yup," she said, her lips popping with the p. "For spilling coffee on me, you klutz. The first time we met."
Edward's look of confusion melted into amusement. "Bella, we would've met later that day anyway. I was literally assigned to the unit."
"Right. But it's like… kismet," she replied, her voice playful but laced with sincerity. "A chain of events, you know? You. Us. All of it, really. If you hadn't ruined my favorite shirt, maybe none of this would've happened."
Edward laughed, his chest rumbling beneath her. "Oh, so my complete lack of coordination is what sealed the deal for us? Good to know."
"Exactly. You tripping over your own feet was the first time I thought, 'Wow, this guy's adorable.'"
"Adorable?" Edward repeated, his voice mock-offended. "I thought I was devastatingly handsome."
"Oh, you are," she said, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But back then? Definitely adorable."
Edward tilted his head, pretending to mull it over. "Adorable's not so bad. I can work with adorable."
"You've worked it pretty well so far," she murmured, her lips brushing his as she spoke.
He didn't waste another second. Edward's mouth captured hers in a kiss that was soft at first, but quickly deepened, his hand tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer. Bella sighed against him, her fingers sliding up to thread through his. When they broke apart, they were both breathless, their foreheads pressed together as their gazes locked.
"See?" she whispered. "Kismet."
Edward chuckled, his hands moving to rest at her waist. "Kismet, huh? So if I spill coffee on you again, will it get me another decade of your love?"
"Maybe," Bella teased, her eyes sparkling. "Or it might just get you slapped."
He laughed again, pulling her back down for another kiss, this one slow and languid, as if they had all the time in the world—which, as far as they were concerned, they did. When they finally broke apart, Bella rested her head back on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her into a peaceful daze.
"Edward?" she murmured, her voice barely audible.
"Yeah?" he replied, his hand idly running through her hair.
"I love you."
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering there as he whispered, "I love you too, Bella. So, so much."