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Polar Night	By : belladonnacullen Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 8234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“See how in their veins all becomes spirit:
into each other they mature and grow.
Like axles, their forms tremblingly orbit,
round which it whirls, bewitching and aglow.
Thirsters, and they receive drink,
watchers, and see: they receive sight.
Let them into one another sink
so as to endure each other outright.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke, The Lovers

“Isabella, are you okay?”
“Of course.”
“You’ll tell me, stop me, if… if”
“Yes, Edward. Please… please.”

*****

For a split second Bella looked like a frightened animal beneath me, and something in my chest… my heart... lurched. But when I asked her if she was okay, her answer was as confident and sure as I’d ever heard it. And then she begged, Bella begged to have me inside of her. I closed my eyes and groaned.

Then it was Bella’s turn to stroke my face. “Edward?”

I opened my eyes and was awed by the vision in front of me. Bella lay beneath me, glistening, glowing pale white in the moonlight, the most stunning sight I’d ever beheld in my long existence. The humid air brought sweat to the surface of her skin. I wanted to lick it off of her. And while another night I might have tried just that, tonight I was terrified. Frozen.

“Edward?”’

I looked into Bella’s eyes and they reflected myself back at me. I saw a man, frightened and in love. We were both frightened and in love. Part of my brain told me to get up, to leave. If we were so afraid, then this was wrong. But Bella’s eyes had me rooted to the spot. They were reassuring, certain, beautiful, deep, and warm. And the warmth wasn’t only in her eyes. Warmth emanated from her body; caressing me without actually touching me. Her scent was more potent than ever, deep and musky with her desire, enticing me in a way that made the hunger for her blood pale in comparison.

“Edward…”

She trailed her finger along my bottom lip and brought me back to life. My entire body tingled with the touch from just her finger, burning a trail of fire across my lips. I felt the faint tremble of blood in the tiny vessels in her fingertip, radiating warmth with each little pulse. I reached up to hold her hand, pressing her soft flesh against my lips, letting them reverberate with her humanity. I wrapped my lips around her finger, kissing, sucking, licking - more confident when I could concentrate on this small piece of her.

Bella’s breath came faster and shallower and I looked down at her, my eyes meeting her warm gaze.

“I thought I lost you, there,” she barely whispered, the hint of a smile at her lips.

“You could never.”

“Kiss m --” But I’d already been bending my head to meet hers, and her request was lost against my mouth, her breath cascading inside of me, down my throat, expanding my lungs. Breathing in her desire. I brushed my cold dry lips against hers, so wet, full and soft. My kiss was barely a whisper, but with it a spark was ignited and my hesitation was consumed in an instant. My body had one instinct, one desire: to make her mine. Completely.

I braced myself over Bella, so that my torso just barely brushed against hers. Her body was like a lick of flame against me; her heat and her perspiration bled into me, her humanity finding its way under my skin, setting me afire as well. I rested my weight on one elbow, and my other hand quickly trailed over Bella, warm and wet, from her cheek, down the midline of her throat, between her breasts, over her naval, through soft springy hair, until I was there. My fingers trembled as I teased her warm skin, uncovering the firm pearl hidden within her lips.

Bella mewled with her lips pressed against mine, and her hot breath swept over my mouth. Her arms wound around my back and she wriggled underneath me, trying to pull me closer, pushing herself against me.

My finger circled Bella’s clitoris and her hips moved hesitantly, her scent hung heavy in the air - sweet, salty, almost earthen. It clung to my body; it coated my mouth and my throat. It was intoxicating, and my brain spun wildly out of control. Images sprung to life in my mind, things I could never do while Bella was still human. I held my breath. How could I restrain myself like this when her scent brought impossible desires to the forefront of my brain? But one look at Bella beneath me, surrendering herself, trusting me completely, and I knew I had no choice. I had to. And I wanted to. I’d never wanted anything more.

I felt her fevered pulse as I gently rubbed my fingers against the spot between her legs. She arched her hips, pushing herself against me. Her panting breaths were interspersed with moans and half-formed words.

“Edward, ohh…ohh, I…love, I love… I love you.”

Nothing moved me as much as hearing my name that way, uttered with love and sweet abandon.

I knew she was ready for me; her scent left no doubt. But I wanted to make this as easy as possible for her. I moved my fingers down, tracing her folds, finding a way between them, and finally, I took another breath. Her scent hit me like a wall. I was staggered. Bella pushed her hips against my hand and quicker than I’d intended, my finger was inside of her. My finger was drawn deeper, and somehow she was all soft warmth around me, yet she clenched my finger tightly. My instincts were divided. The protector shouted at me to stop, but Bella’s lover, her husband, shouted to continue. Thankfully, there was no other voice; the monster within me was silent. This alone gave me the confidence to continue.

I arched my finger inside of Bella, and quickly found the sensitive spot deep within her where she liked to be touched. I brought my mouth to her breast at the same time I swept my finger against her sweet spot. Her hips rocked, her hands wound in my hair. I licked her nipple in time with the motions of my hand; using the small, steady movements she’d shown me herself. Bella gasped and moaned, her hands pulled at my hair, driving me on.

And suddenly, her muscles let go, warm silky wetness washed over my finger. I plunged another finger inside of her and her hips jerked off the bed. I continued, stroking, pressing rhythmically, while I grasped her nipple firmly between my lips, biting as I wrapped my lips around my teeth. My teeth tingled, my groin ached and Bella was lost in sensation. Her muscles began to throb around my fingers; the little noises she was making turned husky, her words were strangled in her throat and I knew it was time. She was moving closer to the edge.

“Uh, unh, Edwa… oh – please…”

I quickly counted through the list of things to remember: my hands, my weight, my thrust, my teeth. I could do this. It was a short list. I calibrated my touch, I knew how hard I could hold Bella, and I knew how hard she liked to be touched. She squealed underneath me as I adjusted my pressure. I could do this. I’d keep her safe. Tanya’s advice was nearly meaningless. I wouldn’t let myself give in. This was for Bella. I’d keep my head, and keep her safe.

There was no more reason to stall. I quickly slid my fingers from Bella and carefully grasped her waist, lowering my hips, pressing myself against her, running the length of myself between her honey-coated folds. Her eyes shot open with awareness, and my eyes were there in front of her holding her gaze, asking a wordless question.

She nodded faintly, and I brought my lips to hers.

Intense heat came from her in wave after wave, making it near impossible to stay still, I moved myself against her in time with the waves of scalding heat and Bella moved her hips up to meet me, burying me in her folds. I felt my chest vibrate, my growl seemed to come from a distance, loud and low enough to shake the bed.

Her brown eyes gazed up at me, her lids heavy, her lashes brushing against her cheeks. I held her gaze, concentrated on the love and desire in her eyes, reaffirming her faith in me, her trust. I used it to steady myself. I cupped her cheek in my hand, I held my breath and I pushed myself gently against her opening.

“Yes… please… pl --”

Heat, soft heat.

Both of our eyes went wide and I stopped myself, just barely inside of her. Bella clutched my lower back, trying to draw me further. She wound her legs around me. Her heat, the feel of her around me, holding me in place… Suddenly everything around me came into sharper focus, the world was clearer before my eyes, but Bella was the only thing I cared to see. My body changed, hummed, was lit with awareness that I’d never had before. Yet, time seemed to draw itself out, and minutes and seconds lost all meaning. I was pulled up out of my body at the same time I felt it’s inner workings more clearly than I ever had.

Soft feminine panting pulled me back into the moment. Bella was glowing, pink and glorious before me, biting her bottom lip. I pulled myself back so that I was poised at her opening again, and again, I slid myself inside of her, pushing farther this time. Bella gasped and I held completely still. I was about to ask if I’d hurt her when she sighed and rocked her hips. It was the most unbelievable feeling, holding me tightly inside of her, rocking me within her, flames of wet heat encasing me. I quickly moved my hand from Bella’s face to the bed, clenching the bedding in my hand, feeling fabric shred. I held my breath, I held on, I focused, I counted through the list in my mind, and I managed to stay moored to the earth this time.

“Edward --” Bella breathed my name. I knew it was a plea to continue.

Slowly, gently, carefully, I drove myself deeper. My god. Could she get hotter than this? My penis was reaching for her flaming center, I was holding onto my senses with all the strength in my free hand, which was shredding the bedding at Bella’s side. I pulled out just slightly, and again, pushed deeper. How could I be held so tightly by something so soft?

I allowed myself shallow breaths and I was hit with Bella’s scent. Again, I clutched the bedding and I grit my teeth. They were stinging in my mouth, tingling as if they hoped they might play a part in this, somehow. My teeth. I held myself, checked my hands, my weight. I hadn’t done anything that could be called a thrust. And my teeth were tingling. Yes, I would remember my teeth.

When I thought I could trust myself to move, I pushed once more into Bella, and stopped, finally meeting resistance. I breathed deeply. The idea of hurting her, of breaking any part of her, of causing her pain…

“Are you okay?” Bella gasped.

“Oh god, yes.” I pushed her hair from her face, stroked her cheek, careful not to move myself inside of her.

“Please, Edward. What… what’s wrong?”

“That’s as far as I can go, without hurting you.”

“Oh.”

Bella’s arms were quickly around me, rubbing my back, comforting me?

“Edward. I’ll be fine. I want this; I want you. I want you, Edward. Please.”

Bella pushed her hips against mine and I felt muscles throb inside of her. A grunt erupted from deep within me and my hand flew to the bedding, tearing through it again with my fingers.

“I am yours, Edward. That’s why you have to do this. This part of me is yours.” With that she rocked her hips again. I’d have to buy Esme new bedding. My fingers dug into the mattress.

“Oh Bella, you don’t know how…”

“Now, Edward.”

I looked down at Bella panting, flushed, the rise and fall of her breasts, her nipples soft, supple and full. I wanted them in my mouth. Very carefully, not trusting myself completely, I licked at her nipple, and brought it to life in my mouth. It was salty with excitement. Bella panted harder, her scent intensified and I needed her, to have her.

I pulled the length of myself out slightly, and then with a harder stroke than I’d attempted yet, I plunged myself past her barrier. Suddenly I saw lights, blinding lights. The scent from her skin, the scent from her sex was joined with the most beautiful, mouth watering, exciting thing I had ever smelled. Bella’s blood. I felt it coat myself inside of her. Venom dripped from my teeth, fire lapped at my throat and I took my mouth off of Bella’s breast.

My body froze but my mind took me away. I saw myself plunging deeper into Bella, until I was completely sheathed in her, and then I drove myself deeper, pounding, bucking, showing her what a vampire could do, taking her, making her mine, really mine.

I gasped and the faint smell of tears pulled me back through the darkness. I blinked and suddenly I saw Bella beneath me. A tear trickled down one cheek and her eyes sparkled in pain. She looked like she was gasping for air. I’d been adrift on bloody fantasies with Bella in pain beneath me.

“Bella.” My voice was a low whisper. “My love.” I kissed her tears away, ashamed at myself.

“Do you… do you need to… leave?” she gasped.

We’d spoken of this just two nights ago. I’d said I might need to get away from the blood. But leaving was inconceivable now.

“Never, Bella. I can’t leave you like this.”

“But, are you okay?” Was I okay? She was in pain, and she was asking if I was okay?

“Bella, I won’t leave you.” And then I noticed there was no venom in my mouth, just a dull burn in my throat. My concern had wiped my baser instincts away.

“Should we stop, Bella?”

“No! Please.” Her hand caressed my cheek. “Please, Edward?”

I moved inside of Bella. I could still smell the coppery scent of her blood; I felt it mingling with her own honey wetness over and around me. But the sparkle in her eyes and the way she tried not to wince as I moved inside of her left me with no other desire besides taking her safely, carefully.

By now I was completely inside of Bella. Her impossible warmth surrounded me. My eyes raked over her pale skin, her soft, sumptuous breasts, her flat belly shaking with her pulse, her hips, like delicate wings, spread like a request to be held there, her dark hair pressed against mine, golden brown. I felt my mind shutting down, my body moving, and I clenched my jaw and held myself to the earth, held my hand on the bed.

Gently, carefully, I moved slowly, heat coursing through myself with every motion. Every cell of my body screamed to go faster, harder, but I held myself back. Then, without warning, Bella raised her hips to meet me, in time with me, as I moved to fill her.

“Oh!” We both gasped.

“Edward,” Bella whispered, looking into my eyes.

“Bella?” My voice was rough, almost a growl.

“Please, I’m fine.” Her hips moved up to meet mine again. And I moved against her, with her.

“Yes,” she breathed.

I moved with her again.

“Yes.”

And again. She whimpered. And again, we moved in time, to the beat of her, to her heart, her lungs, in time with her humanity. I relaxed. I knew how to hold her, I let myself breath heavier, I knew what she could handle, she pressed her hips against me, and I gave her a little more.

“Yes!”

My hands… gently grasped her hip, pulling it upward. I groaned with the new pressure this created and Bella cried out in pleasure. My weight… I braced myself above her, letting myself rub against her nipples with each thrust. My thrust… pushing gradually harder, watching what she liked, thrilling at the warmth and the friction.

“Yes, oh, oh, oh,” Bella panted, and one of her hands clutched my shoulder; I felt her nails at my skin. Her other hand stroked my cheek and I looked deep into her eyes.

Bella’s eyes were heavy-lidded but sparkling and unfocused, lost in the moment. And god, her body… her legs wound around me, her arm clawed at my shoulder, her breasts shook each time I plunged into her, her nipples just brushing me. I could do this for her, to her; I made her feel this way. And this felt… like heaven… maybe the closest I could get… I moved with her, faster, pushing. Her scent wrapped around us, pulling us together, uniting us, surrounding us. And then something solid was bringing us together. My legs began to shake, something unnamed, bigger than me, stronger than me, was welling up from deep within me.

Bella looked around, startled. Did she feel it?

“Oh my g… oh my...”

She looked suddenly lost and I pulled her face to mine. “Bella, Bella.” I growled her name with each thrust. “Bella, it’s… it’s --”

Her eyes found mine and focused, intense and beautiful. “We belong to each other now,” she whispered. And that was it. She knew it. She knew what was happening, human or vampire. And the force grabbed both of us, joining us, filling the space under the netting with joy. It was light in the darkness, pushing us over the edge, to a place where we were both certain this was right. We were bound together, for eternity. A half-smile glistened at Bella’s lips and her eyes were nearly closed. I brought my nose to her neck. Her smell - intoxicating, her blood - like nectar, pounding so hard, so hard, so hard, for me. She was mine, I’d make her mine, I’d made her…

And one by one everything fell away and I was in a space where thoughts disappeared like smoke.

*****

There was nothing but air rushing in my ears, and Bella filling my field of vision completely. Her eyes lit with love, looking only at me, her mate. Mine. I felt every distinct sensation with new clarity, but my mind - nothing, over and over and over. I needed to remember… to remember… but then Bella filled my sight, and I was moving toward her, toward something, with each torrid thrust.

“Edward, harder,” her rough whisper was urgent and pleading.

Mine. My mate. Whatever she needed, wanted. She wanted me. I plunged deeper.

“Yes!”

I had to…keep her safe… I had to… think. I held on to her, to keep her safe. I held her close, memorizing the look in her eyes, and the feel of her damp skin under my fingertips. I had to concentrate. Bella was in front of me, under me, lost in my arms. I’ll hold you. I’ll keep you safe from… But then her hips moved in time with mine and the thought was lost.

“Hold me, Edward, hold me… Edward!”

Of course.

I wound my arm around her, pulling her chest off the bed, pulling her breast into my mouth. I could feel each rib as my fingers pressed against her. A warm wave of heat boiled under my skin. I caught my breath. With each thrust the heat within me threatened to burst into flames. My hand flew to Bella’s hip, then her thigh, lifting it, so that I could move farther, deeper, until my body rubbed against her.

“Aaahh, aaahhh, AAAHH…”

Bella’s voice tore through the air like I’d never heard it before, and then there was only her, in a haze of white light, and I moved toward… remember, REMEMBER… one last thing.

“Edward! Ooohh, Edward…”

Shocks began in my groin, and moved outward, until my whole body was tingling. Bella, my everything, was beneath me, her head lolling, her back arching, the blood pumping through her veins…. Mine. Giving herself to me.

My teeth were tingling, as I cradled her head in my hand, my fingertips tracing the lines of her face. Pressing my lips on hers, her breath in my mouth. A growl ripped from my throat, shaking Bella’s lips, and she wrapped her hands around my head and pressed her lips harder against me.

“Oh, oh, oh --” the sounds were shaken from within her, husky and low.

And with each thrust my chest reverberated, the bed shook with my snarls and grunts. Her fingernails scraped at my back, my fingers pressed against hers. Remember her safety; remember...

My mouth was at her ear. “Isabella, Isabella, Isabella, I love you Isabella. You are mine now, Isabella.”

My lips tingled as they brushed against her ear. Her skin was so soft. I was drawn to the softest spot, the place just behind her ear. My lips pressed there, inhaling, my body moving, one hand pulling her hip up to meet mine, thrust for thrust. Tingling, everywhere. Mine, my Bella.

“Edward! Edward.” Then, with a blinding force like lightening, I felt myself shatter, come apart carried in wave after wave. My teeth were bared. My teeth. My TEETH. REMEMBER MY TEETH. And in a split second I moved my mouth to the side of her and my teeth ripped into something soft and white. I bit down hard, harder, a growl ripping through the thick night air as my teeth gnashed together and Bella throbbed around me.

“Edward! Oh my god, Edward. I’m… I’m --”

And then I felt myself spilling into her, a wave crashing against her, and I wanted it inside of her, deep inside of her. Bella throbbed around me, her fire lapping at my icy discharge. I crushed my lips to hers, she pressed back greedily, gasping for air. I moved my face from hers. Her face, her human face, my love’s face, my delicate human mate’s face… Oh god. Was she…? I gasped, breathing deeply. Was she hurt? What had I done?

“Bella, my Bella.” My voice was urgent as I pushed her damp, sweaty, salt-watery hair from her flushed face.

“My love, Bella.”

Her eyes were suddenly bright, wide. “Yes?”

“Are you…?”

“Perfect,” she smiled listlessly.

I buried my head in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath. Perfect. Perfect. Bella said she was perfect. My breath became more even. I let myself rest heavier against her and I wound my arms around her. “Really?” I asked without unburying my head.

“Yes,” she giggled. “My god, yes.” Bella pressed her body into mine; I felt the soft pillow of her breasts hot against me. Suddenly, I needed her again. It had been less than a minute, but I felt myself come back to life inside of her. I felt Bella’s sharp intake of air, reacting to me.

She put her hand beneath my chin and I let her move my face so that I could look into her eyes. They sparkled mischievously, a sly smile at her lips. “It’s almost like I never really knew you, until… until now. I didn’t think there was anything I didn’t know. But, Edward, my god. You are so… so… I didn’t --”

I couldn’t keep my lips from hers any longer and I crushed her mouth with mine. She loved me, everything about me. I’d lost myself in her; I’d been more of a vampire than I’d ever been in her presence. And still, she loved me; she wanted me, more than ever. And she was safe. She said she was perfect. She was happy. We were both so happy.

I ran my tongue along her lush bottom lip and slipped it between her wet lips. Bella sighed and ran her hands from my hair, over my neck, down my back, and squeezed my backside. After a century, I had a lot of time to make up for. I moved experimentally inside of Bella. Her eyes shot open and I saw the edge of a wince.

“I told you, well, that if anything felt, umm… I’m a little sore, Edward.”

Of course. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t say that. Not now. Do you know how… how?” Bella shook her head, unable to finish. I smiled at her. I think I knew just what she meant. In all my existence, never had I felt anything close to that. Not even when I’d tasted Bella’s blood.

I went to pull myself out of her.

“No!”

“What? I thought --”

“Umm, well, you’re so cold… again, it umm… makes me feel better.”

Bella blushed. “Could you keep your… self there a little longer? Would that be asking too much?”

“You could never ask too much, Bella.” Now that I’d been inside of Bella, I’d be happy to never leave.

“Here, then.” I pulled her close to me, and carefully rolled Bella on top of me and settled her against my chest. She was warm and pink and moist and perfect. Perfect. I was calmer than I ever remembered being in over one hundred years. She seemed to float over and around me, the world hung in balance, a true miracle. We were coated in down. Down. My teeth.

“Bella, are you okay?” I scanned her neck, the spot behind her ear, but found only intact skin.

“Better, than that Edward,” Bella mumbled. Her body settled against my chest and her head grew warm. Sleep, she was going to sleep. “The best I’ve ever been.”

“Me too, Bella,” I murmured in her ear. She was unharmed, happy, peaceful. I was blissful. Complete. My hands trailed over her body, something I’d learned to love as Bella and I had practiced before the wedding. But now it meant so much more. I was trailing my hand over my wife, over this woman, bound one to another in every way possible. Still bound to one another. I ached to move inside of her, but held myself still.

I waited until she was soundly asleep before carefully slipping myself from between her legs. She groaned a little, and I held my breath. I knew there was no hemorrhage, no damage, my vampire senses told me as much. She was just sore. Any human would be, right? My mind scanned through all of the thousands of human conversations I’d tried to shut out. Yes, as a human, she would be sore.

I waited for the guilt, the inevitable guilt. If I knew myself, I knew that would come next. Tonight was supposed to be for Bella. I’d taken advantage of the situation; I hadn’t restrained myself. I’d fallen and risked her life for my own pleasure. But there was nothing; the guilt didn’t come. There was no room in my body or my mind for guilt. I was consumed with quiet bliss, alive with pleasure, and focused on keeping Bella safe and satisfied forever.

I let go of time, the closest I could come to sleep. My mind wandered as my body shifted to the time of Bella’s humanity. Her heart beat steadily and her breathing was deep and even, her heat, her softness, her tiny movements against me – all combined to make me want her all over again. I suppressed a groan from time to time, my desire now unleashed and unquenched. How long would a human remain sore?

Because now I didn’t think I could restrain myself. Up until now I’d held on by a thread, but now, the possibilities... Now that Bella lay unharmed in my arms, how could I ever touch her again without bringing us both to this place of intense pleasure and intense release? I counted the ways I wanted her, the ways I would cherish her, take her. In the water, on the beach, the shower - I’d been aching to take her in the shower forever.

*****

The hours passed timelessly as I lay still. Shadows traced a path along Bella’s body as she slept. I saw the outlines of the palms, the shadow of a cloud on her cheek as it crossed the moon. Time drifted… Suddenly I was alert, aware. Time drifted. How much time? An hour. The shadow was still on her cheek.

My mind replayed my actions from the night before. I’d pressed my fingers against her cheek. I brought my fingers to her face; the shadow mirrored the shape of my forefinger. My eyes ranged over her back, her arms. Bruises, gray-blue in the early morning light, blossomed and grew as I watched. My hands.

She wasn’t fine. She wasn’t perfect. How much pain was she in? Why didn’t she say? What had I done? I scanned the spots over her vital organs, could there be internal bleeding? Would I smell it? I gently pressed against her kidneys, then I snaked my hands under her and examined her abdomen, looking for signs of ascites or internal damage. She slept easily and nothing alerted me to life-threatening injury.

But the bruises multiplied with the hours. And that terrible bruise on her cheek darkened and swelled. She looked battered. I’d battered my wife. Her bottom lips began to swell and I couldn’t look any longer. Guilt came crashing in. I hadn’t changed, aside from the fact that I let the monster within me batter my wife.

I was Bella’s mate, and I’d hurt her. I’d endangered and hurt her by giving in to my own desire. I was worse than any other monster I knew. No mated vampire would ever hurt his mate. I was the worst; I’d always been the worst. I should never have come here. And Bella, what had she done? What had she wed herself to?

And then Bella’s heart stuttered against me, her breath caught in her throat and I felt her eyelids flutter against my chest. She stayed still, as if she could keep her consciousness a secret. I didn’t move, I didn’t look at her. I didn’t trust my eyes, my reaction. I’d disgusted myself, but I didn’t want Bella to think she disgusted me.

My hand seemed to move of its own volition, I trailed it along her spine. I knew her body wasn’t as strong as her spirit, but I’d lost sight of that last night. I was loathsome and selfish. Bella tightened her arms around me. This excited me, and another wave of disgust washed over me.

Bella giggled. The sound was disarming given my mental state.

“What’s so funny?”

And with my words, Bella’s scent filled the morning air. She trailed her nose along my neck and then raised her face to meet mine. Her eyes sparkled and her hot hand caressed my chest. Bella was fully awake and fully aroused. I struggled to hold on. I would not become aroused.

“You just can’t escape being human for very long,” she said in a voice somehow happy and embarrassed, no trace of discomfort.

She certainly couldn’t. She’d physically bound herself to a vampire for all eternity, and it only took a few minutes after that for me to bruise her entire body. Did she ache? Was she in pain? Why would she giggle?

“Edward, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“You have to ask?”
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