As our honeymoon was going on, I decided that I have to make it as a full time entertainment. As I knew for sure, Bella was stubborn and she wasn’t going to give up so easily. But for the first few days I succeeded. We snorkeled we explored the small jungle that ringed the rocky little peak, we visited the parrots that lived in the
canopy on the south end of the island, we watched the sunset from the rocky western cove, we swam with the porpoises. I was glad that we were alone on an island big enough to have some interesting activity every day. But Bella didn’t give that up. When I was s’embrasser her, she was always refusing to stop and tried to Kiss me with as much passion as possible, she always tried to sit close to me, to touch her body to mine. I was pretending, that I didn’t notice anything special, struggling in the same time with the will to hold her tight, to Kiss her with the hunger that was killing me from inside and never to let go. She tried to talk to me several times, but I finished such conversations with the words, that I won’t hurt her any plus again.
Her bruises did help me to remember, that I was a monster and that I couldn’t let my lust win. She tried to hide the most awful bruises, wearing some dresses that Alice packed for her. It didn’t help much.
After so much activity and struggle with me, Bella was exhausted till the end of the jour and she always fell asleep very quickly. She had some nightmares several times, but most of the time she slept quietly.
We didn’t cook much – every jour I made some omelet for her. It was kinda weird, cos she didn’t like eggs much.
About a week ou so after our first night on the island, my precious Bella started torturing me. As I guessed, it was Alice’s plan. She started wearing very beautiful underwear for sleep. It was just a torture for me, when she entered the room in something new and sexier then the last one. I have no idea how I kept my poker face in that moments. And her hair was always wet after a shower, and it was bringing her sweet scent, making my mind blurry.
canopy on the south end of the island, we watched the sunset from the rocky western cove, we swam with the porpoises. I was glad that we were alone on an island big enough to have some interesting activity every day. But Bella didn’t give that up. When I was s’embrasser her, she was always refusing to stop and tried to Kiss me with as much passion as possible, she always tried to sit close to me, to touch her body to mine. I was pretending, that I didn’t notice anything special, struggling in the same time with the will to hold her tight, to Kiss her with the hunger that was killing me from inside and never to let go. She tried to talk to me several times, but I finished such conversations with the words, that I won’t hurt her any plus again.
Her bruises did help me to remember, that I was a monster and that I couldn’t let my lust win. She tried to hide the most awful bruises, wearing some dresses that Alice packed for her. It didn’t help much.
After so much activity and struggle with me, Bella was exhausted till the end of the jour and she always fell asleep very quickly. She had some nightmares several times, but most of the time she slept quietly.
We didn’t cook much – every jour I made some omelet for her. It was kinda weird, cos she didn’t like eggs much.
About a week ou so after our first night on the island, my precious Bella started torturing me. As I guessed, it was Alice’s plan. She started wearing very beautiful underwear for sleep. It was just a torture for me, when she entered the room in something new and sexier then the last one. I have no idea how I kept my poker face in that moments. And her hair was always wet after a shower, and it was bringing her sweet scent, making my mind blurry.
Yeah i get it its short Chibimoongirl leave the suspends
Renesmee's POV
I was walking to my parents meadow but i was wasnt paying attention to the beauty i was écriture a poem:
A winter night,
Cold and harsh
He only holds me in his too hot hands
Our l’amour is like a blooming rose
Only ten times faster
And plus sweeter
He disolves in darkness,
My handsome knight is gone
But he doesnt come back
LIke i thought he would
Back to the meadow
Here I am
fleurs growing so vibrantly
But my meadow is gone
And so is he.
I was so deep inside this poem like it was worth everything to me. But at the same time i was listening to my ipod the song was My Immortal par Evanescence and it just reminded me of him. I heard noises even with the musique on full blast but i didnt care i just sat there waiting for sleepiness take over me. But the pain of staining in my cœur, coeur was just to much and i saw bare feet in front of me.
Renesmee's POV
I was walking to my parents meadow but i was wasnt paying attention to the beauty i was écriture a poem:
A winter night,
Cold and harsh
He only holds me in his too hot hands
Our l’amour is like a blooming rose
Only ten times faster
And plus sweeter
He disolves in darkness,
My handsome knight is gone
But he doesnt come back
LIke i thought he would
Back to the meadow
Here I am
fleurs growing so vibrantly
But my meadow is gone
And so is he.
I was so deep inside this poem like it was worth everything to me. But at the same time i was listening to my ipod the song was My Immortal par Evanescence and it just reminded me of him. I heard noises even with the musique on full blast but i didnt care i just sat there waiting for sleepiness take over me. But the pain of staining in my cœur, coeur was just to much and i saw bare feet in front of me.
Renesmee 12 years old
