!!!!!!!!!WARNING!!!!! ONLY FOR ADULTS!!!!!!
Hello, guys. It's been a while, since I posté for the last time. I'm sorry. I had one of the worst sessions in the university. Now I'm free, so I think, I'll end this story soon.
I was hesitant for a moment, and then I covered her lips with mine with a passionate kiss. I moved my hands down her back and felt some cloth, covering her skin. I turned Bella to her back, never breaking the Kiss and my hands with one déplacer tore that lacy thing on Bella.
Bella just fell asleep. Her heartbeat was steady, but her body was so warm – just burning my skin. She was lying beside me, her both arms around my arm, pressing it to her soft warm skin. Her last words before she fell asleep were “I l’amour you, Edward”.
“I l’amour toi my Bella” I whispered. Her sweet scent was everywhere. My body was just exploding of energy. I felt just happiness in every cell. Part of me was just in horror. How could I do this again? Am I so weak? Bella’s safety is the most important thing, but her pleading voice sounded in my ears again. “Please, Edward”. Her sudden tears and broken voice were filled with so much pain that I couldn’t refuse.
But the other part of me was proud of myself. I didn’t hurt her. when I felt, that I’m losing control, I moved my hands from her delicate body to anything that was around me. The closest thing was a lit frame. The wood became pieces, when I slightly touched it. Now the frame half destroyed. The pieces of wood were all around the bed. So, my egoistic part was happy, that I can l’amour my lovely, the most beautiful, just perfect Bella, the reason of my existence, without hurting her.
But still, worry was filling my soul on a thought, that it could be worse. The time was close to sunrise. I watched the sky changing the colors, until it became blue and the sun was above the horizon. Bella was sleeping well. From time to time she turned and changed her positions, but she wasn’t talking this night. I recalled her words when she woke up suddenly this night. She told, that she saw us on a plage in her dream, but she didn’t tell more. What was disturbing her so much? I spent hours in wonder. One fact I knew for sure, she was suffering, if that caused her tears. God, can she be just happy? Oh, I wanted her to be happy so much! We lived through lots of horror and I wanted her just to forget about that. But the time, when she always woke up passed, and she was still asleep. She turned again and pressed her cheek to my arm. I felt, it was too hot for her, so I put her onto my chest. With every minute my wonder was coming to a worry – it was too long for her to sleep. The sun was at the haut, retour au début of the sky when her heartbeat accelerated and I felt her muscles flex a little. Her scent became plus intense. She was waking up. In a minute I was sure, she was awake, but I guess she didn’t want me to know that. I felt humor of the situation. She must be wondering, how will I react now.
She stayed very still. She was lying across my chest, I was very still. I was staring up at the dark ceiling, my arms behind my head. She pulled herself up on her elbow to see my face better. I kept my poker face.
“How much trouble am I in?” She asked in a small voice. She was really afraid.
“Heaps,” I a dit turning my head and smirked at here. I was wondering, what will she say. Why her thoughts are hidden from me?
She breathed a sigh of relief. “I am sorry - I didn’t mean… Well, I don’t know exactly what that was last night.” She shook her head at that words. But how could I be angry, if she gave me minuets of such happiness? My body was full of l’amour and admiration to her. I remembered what I was thinking in the morning.
“You never did tell me what your dream was about.”
“I guess I didn’t—but I sort of showed toi what it was about.” she laughed nervously.
“Oh,” my mind was stuck. “Interesting.”
“It was a very good dream,” she murmured. I guess, it was. If I could sleep and have dreams, I think this would be the kind of dreams I’d have all the time.
“Am I forgiven?” she asked. She was so beautiful – breath catching. I was Lost in her warm melting chocolat eyes. Can I be angry with her? No. I can’t.
“I’m thinking about it.” I said.
She sat up, but as she moved, she fell back against the pillows. It was so great watching her falling down beside me. I’ll be there always to catch her. Like I did now. In a seconde my arms were around her.
“Whoa… head rush.”
“You slept for a long time. Twelve hours.”
“Twelve?” she was surprised. She tried to examine her body I guess, she made a quick look onto her arms. And I felt her flexing the muscles a little.
“Is the inventory complete?” I asked, teasing her.
She nodded sheepishly. “The pillows all appear to have survived.”
“Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for your, er, nightgown.” I nodded toward the foot of the bed, where several scraps of black dentelle were strewn across the silk sheets.
“That’s too bad,” I said. “I liked that one.”
“I did, too.” I never thought she would look THAT hot, wearing some peace of lace. I was sure, she was hot wearing anything, but that was really breath catching.
“Were there any other casualties?”She asked carefully .
“I’ll have to buy Esme a new lit frame,” I confessed, glancing over my shoulder. She followed my gaze and I saw shock on her face. Didn’t she notice that at night? But actually, our attention was involved in some other activity.
“Hmm. You’d think I would have heard that.”
“You seem to be extraordinarily unobservant when your attention is otherwise involved.”