Warning! Smut! This is a Rated M story so please read at your own discretion.

Follow Bella through her honeymoon as she struggles to resist Edwards advances. Caught in a whirlwind of indecision and poor communication, she leaves Edward both confused and frustrated. Although she recognizes that her actions are wrong, she can't bring herself to allow him to fulfill a promise he made to her.

Enjoy! (I do not own Twilight)

"Beautiful" was the only word that came to mind as we stepped into the massive house. I couldn't help but smile when Edward swept me off my feet in a bridal carry, walking us inside. A soft chuckle escaped me. I was a bride now. I never imagined that day would actually come.

"What's so funny, my love?" he asked, a puzzled expression crossing his face as he held me in his arms.

"You," I said, shaking my head with a smile. "This… everything. It's just so surreal. I never imagined any of this would happen, being married, having you carry me like this. I never thought..." My cheeks warmed with a shy grin as I trailed off.

He seemed to tense for a second, his brow furrowing. "Do you not like it? Is there something I'm doing wrong? I never meant to make you feel—"

I quickly cut him off. "No, no, it's not that at all," I reassured him, my voice soft and sincere. "I'm just happy to be here… with you. I've waited for this moment for so long, and now that it's finally happening, it's almost impossible to believe." My smile deepened as I gazed up at him.

He gazed down at me, his expression full of tenderness. "Oh, Bella, you have no idea how long I've waited for this. I've only ever dreamed of marrying you… Well, if I could dream..."

We both laughed, and he gently set me down on the smooth wooden floor of the living room.

"Why don't you explore a bit while I grab the bags?" he suggested with a teasing grin.

I could only nod, gazing around the room in awe.

Just this one room alone must have cost a fortune. Every detail was so elegant and beautiful, it made the Cullen's house seem like a regular home. I had never seen anything that could compare to the beauty of this space. And it was only the living room!

I decided to explore the other rooms, but with each one I entered, my words fell short. This house was perfection, nothing could compare to the living room... except for the other rooms. I couldn't help but laugh a little; even the bathroom was nicer than my entire house. The bathtub looked like it could fit five people, and the shower... It was one of those waterfall types, like something I'd only ever seen in pictures.

Definitely using that.

The last room I explored was the bedroom. As I stepped inside, I found Edward standing by the bed, staring at it. His expression was unreadable, worry maybe? But when he looked up at me, his face softened.

"How's the house, my love?" He walked towards me, picking up my hand.

"It's wonderful, I've never seen anything like it. It's all so beautiful Edward." I told him.

"I'm glad you like it, I'll have to send my thanks to Carlisle for letting me use it." He smiled softly.

"Esme is very lucky..." I said as I looked around the room.

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Maybe we should get an island just for you."

"What? No!" I interrupted that thought immediately. There was no way he was buying me an island. He chuckled in response, lifting my hand and pressing a soft kiss to my skin. The familiar spark surged through me, just like it always did.

"When are you going to let me spoil you Mrs. Cullen?" He asked.

I shrugged and rolled my eyes. I'd never been fond of being spoiled, and Edward knew that. The idea of someone spending money on me just doesn't sit right. Even with everything he's given me, I could never repay him. The last thing I wanted was for him to add an island to that list.

"Still stubborn as can be." He said, as he pulls me in for a kiss. It felt nice, kissing my husband.

My husband... I could get use to that. I smiled and deepen the kiss. My hand slid into his hair pulling him closer, I can feel his tongue trailing my lips, asking for permission to enter; gladly giving it to him. Our tongues collide, fighting for dominance. He wins, he always wins. I don't mind it though, his taste is so amazing. I try to pull him closer, if that's even possible. His hands slide down my back to my butt. He squeezed it lightly, lifting me a little, pushing me more into the kiss. I gasp a little, surprised by the touch. It was such an erotic moment, I forgot I needed to breathe. He must have forgotten too because he showed no sign of stopping.

I gently push against his chest, reminding him of what I need. He pulls back slightly, his lips trailing soft kisses across my face as I sit there, trying to catch my breath, though all I want is more.

I start giggling as he begins nibbling on my ear, turning my head to make him stop. That's when I notice the massive white bed right beside us, the one he'd been staring at when I walked in. I hadn't really taken the time to actually take in the room yet, but it was clear that the bed was the centerpiece. He caught my gaze, turning his head toward the bed too.

This was our honeymoon, and this was our bed. This is where I knew we were going to make love. That thought made my head spin...

What if I'm not good enough? What if he doesn't like what he sees? The worry must have been clear on my face. He unnecessarily cleared his throat and shifted the conversation to ease my fears.

"Why don't we go for a swim?" He asked.

"A swim... That sounds nice," I replied, in a soft voice. "I could use a human moment, though."

"I'll be waiting," he said with a slight smile before turning and heading toward the large door; one I hadn't even noticed before. As he walked away, he unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off slowly. He looked like a god, and I'd never seen anything more captivating than watching him walk away shirtless.

Definitely could get use to that.

I needed to get my thoughts back on track. I knew I didn't smell great... I'd traveled a long way, and my breath was definitely far from pleasant. I headed back to the bathroom and grabbed my toiletry bag. After rummaging through it, I found my toothbrush and quickly brushed my teeth.

Once that was done, I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to think through everything I needed to do before heading out there. Was there anything I could perfect about myself? I didn't need to worry about shaving, since I'd taken care of that before the wedding. I grabbed a brush and worked through the knots in my hair, focusing on the task.

Afterward, I just stood there, unsure of what to do next. Why was this so difficult? It was just a swim with my husband, something that might lead to other things...

What should I wear? Since we're going swimming, a swimsuit seems like the obvious choice. Shouldn't be too hard to figure out.

I ran back into the bedroom to look for one. I open my suit case to find some thin material that looked nothing like a swim suit. Alice!

I couldn't believe she'd do this to me; she knows how much I hate wearing stuff like this. I glanced up at the ceiling, sending a glare in Alice's direction, hoping she could somehow see me right now. I wanted her to know just how much she was making me struggle. I should've never let her pack for me.

This was all my fault, and now here I was, tossing things out of the suitcase, desperately searching for anything that wasn't see-through. A bra, panties—anything! At this point, I'd settle for just a damn shirt if I had to.

I was getting frustrated, throwing clothes everywhere from the struggle.

Might as well go out there naked. I thought sarcastically to myself.

Wait...

Why don't I just go naked? It's not like he's never going to see me... I'd hope. He's probably out there naked right now, thinking the same thing... I hope. Hope seemed to be the only thing I have, because right now, it's the only thing keeping me sane amidst my struggle.

Finally, I gathered the courage to undress and grab a towel to wrap around me. As I walked through the massive doors leading to the water, straight from our bedroom, I couldn't help but notice how everything felt so peaceful and serene. The wind was still, the temperature perfect, and the water was calm. But the one thing that truly captured my attention was Edward, standing waist-deep in the water. The moonlight bathed his skin, making him glow softly in the night. The way the light from the sky reflected on the water gave it a stunning, silvery-black sheen.

It was breathtaking, seeing him like this. With his back turned to me, I couldn't make out his face, but I knew he could sense my presence. My heart was pounding so loudly, I was sure he could hear it from ten feet away.

I glanced down to see if he was wearing swimming trunks, but the light reflecting off the water made it hard to tell. He hadn't gone through his suitcase before heading into the water, so he couldn't be wearing them.

Or maybe... maybe he was just in his underwear. These thoughts raced through my mind until I finally decided it didn't matter. It was too late to turn back now.

I will not back down and be a coward. This is my husband, I shouldn't be shy to show him anything. Soon he will see everything anyway if he keeps to his promise to make love to me.

That thought made me uneasy... What if he doesn't want to make love with me? What if he's only doing this because I made him promise...

The last thing I want is to pressure him into this, making him feel like he has to. I would never do that to him. I'll find the strength to control myself and stop if I have too. Well... I'll try my best.

It's definitely going to be hard but I would do anything for him. At least then, I can prove to him that I care for his virtue and what he really wants.

With that decision made, I walked across the sand, making my way to the edge of the water.

Well, here goes nothing.

I dropped the towel and walked in.

You'll notice Bella struggles with indecisiveness... Trust me, it gets worse. See you next chapter!