Sensing no hesitation from me, Edward began kissing me. His tongue brushed against my lips and I opened my mouth, letting a small groan escape.

His tongue explored my mouth, pulling away only to let me breath.

I didn’t know how long we had been kissing. I couldn’t think properly.

Slowly, his mouth pulled away from me again. Instead of returning, Edward went to work making trails of kisses around my neck and collarbone.

Nothing new, but it was still exciting. My condition had not improved, and I was still gasping for air.

Edward let out a chuckle and I felt his sweat breath hit my skin.

I finally managed to gain feeling of my arms, and I seized the opportunity. Trying not to surprise him, I reached up and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.

A small gasp escaped his lips when he realized what I was doing, but he let me finish.

His shirt was hanging open, and I moved my trembling hands across his body, feeling every muscle along the way.

When my hands reached a spot just above his pants, I felt his body pull away slightly. Understanding, I continued to run my hands along the cold, marble skin of his perfect chest.

Only now did I notice that the sweet kisses had stopped. Edward’s head was buried in the pillow next to mine. I could barely make out the sound of his muffled breathing.

This was hard on him. It took a lot of effort to control his thirst. I wasn’t ready to stop, especially knowing that if he couldn’t handle this now, trying after marriage wasn’t going to go too far either.

One of his hands grabbed mine and held my arms off to the side. Carefully, his beautiful face rose from the pillow, a pleading, tortured look on his face. I knew he wanted to stop, to wait, but I wasn’t giving in.

We stared at each other for several moments, silently arguing.

“It’s time to sleep,” he finally said.

I glanced at the clock skeptically. It was 8:15. No way I was going to sleep now!

I looked back at him, pulling my arms out of his grasp and wrapping them around his neck.

He sighed and bent down to give me a quick kiss. Then, he began humming my lullaby.

I fought against my heavy eyelids. “No, please,” I whispered.