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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 on my face as it slipped through the patio doors that were still open. The sheer curtains danced as the wind hit them.
Where was he?
Anxiety rushed over me. 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; blaming the storm for making me uneasy.
Determined to push aside my anxieties, I decided to indulge in the luxurious tub that I saw when 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. As the tub filled, I noticed 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 warm water 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 small surge of fear coursed through me. He looked soaked from head to toe, his hair drenched and dripping, and there, staining his shirt and on his lips is what looked like blood. He looked like a beautiful creature from a horror movie. His gaze was intense as I met his eyes. My breath caught, and a mix of fear and concern rushed through me.
"Edward!" I managed to gasp, suddenly aware of my nakedness in the tub. My heart hammered in my chest, and I felt exposed under his gaze. A rush of panic welled inside me. "How long have you been standing there?"
He didn't respond. Instead, he stalked to the tub with an unsettling grace, his eyes drinking in every detail of my body, his expression a mix of hunger and something darker. The way he looked at me sent a warmth fluttering through my belly, despite my rising fear.
"Are you ok?" I asked, genuinely concerned. I knew he was fine physically but his emotional state was questionable.
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, not waiting for a response from his last question. He revealed his sculpted abdomen, glistening skin reflecting in the low light. My heart raced at the sight of him, an intoxicating mix of danger and desire. It was a hard reminder of what Edward truly was. A predator cloaked in beauty.
"Are you alright?" I asked again, trying to mask the trembling in my voice, though I suspected he could sense every beat of my heart. It was as if the air around us transformed, thickening with anticipation.
"Better now that I'm here," he replied, his voice low and almost gravelly, sending another delicious shiver through me. He was close now, so close that I could feel the coldness of his skin mixing with the warmth of the water. I could smell him, a mix of rain, earth, and something faintly metallic that I have come very familiar with.
"What do you mean, you're the one who left so suddenly." I managed to whisper. Agitation in my voice while I tried to keep a handle on my tone. All I could focus on was how he loomed above me. His height towering over me.
"Bella," he said my name with a voice 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 around us.
He slowly unbuttoned his soaked jeans, his gaze locked onto mine 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 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. I felt my mouth water.
As he stepped into the water, I instinctively shrank back, although part of me wanted to pull him into my arms. 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. 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," 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 my stomach recoil. 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 in the empty room, 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 with a quick motion, "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." He said with a dark voice.
Damn.
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 control. "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 worried of his answer.
He smirks, one side of his lip turns up as he takes in my reaction. "A while."
Hmm 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. I tried to search for more words to keep the conversation going.
He chuckled softly, but there was an edge to it that sent a thrill of apprehension through me. "You've spent this whole trip 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.
For a split second there was a flicker of realization and worry in his eyes. But quickly shifted with a small shake of his head to something dark and wild, a hint of frustration mixed with desire.
He leans in to the side of my face, "I love it when you beg" his lips grazing my ear. My eyes widen, and I feel my heart stop. I'm completely taken aback by his words. Never in my life would I have thought he would talk to me like that. Shock washes over me, freezing my body in place, leaving me tense and motionless. My body didn't know how else to react.
He must have sensed it because he paused for a moment.
"Edward," I managed to say, my voice trembling, "…I…" my voice trails off. My mind screaming at me for reacting the way I am. but I felt out of control in that moment. 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 mix 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 dimmed, replaced by something much colder and more distant.
Without warning, he recoiled as if I had struck him. As if the realization struck him all at once, he pushed back from the tub, standing abruptly, the water cascading off him in small beads. I watched helplessly as he turned away, his chest heaving with to many emotions at once; regret, anger, and self-loathing?
In a heartbeat, he was out of the room. Silence followed him, 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 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 me. He had run away this time, and I was left to confront the shadows in the space he used to occupy. I was alone on my honeymoon... again.
Bella needs to work on her communication skills. But then again, if she did, there wouldn't be a story, now would there. She 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!