Edward turned me over so he was on top of me and kissed my lips.

The kiss didn’t last long. He crawled down my body, leaving a trail of kisses. Everywhere his cold lips touched me was another place my warm skin burned with passion.

The trail went from my chin, down my neck, through my breasts, and stopped at my belly button. The only breaks from this were the two delicate kisses he placed on my nipples.

My body responded accordingly. My breasts perked, my back arched, and my core grew wet.

Edward looked me over and chuckled into my stomach. His breath fanned over me and my body screamed for more.

“You’re beautiful, Bella. Your body, your blush, your voice.”

I blushed even more at what he said. I didn’t know I had been speaking out loud. I suppose it couldn’t be that bad if he liked it. After a bit of focusing, I noticed I was moaning his name.

Edward continued to place light kisses randomly over my upper body. He also teased my breasts as he lightly ran his fingers over the skin.

I needed him – a lot.

“Please,” I managed.

Edward wasn’t giving in quite yet. We were finally married and he was going to enjoy every moment of this.

Rather than torture me further, he brought his hands down to rub my thighs. From my knees, his hand twisted under me and glided across my skin until his fingertips touched my butt cheeks. Then he ran his hands on the outside of my thighs and twisted them back to my knees.

I moaned in pleasure and he whispered my name in response.

He then ran his hands on top of my thighs and stopped mid way to his destination, parting my legs. I gladly spread myself and he chuckled. His cold breath caused goosebumps to form.

I felt his cold lips press down on my inner thigh. I needed him so much and I reached out to tangle my fingers in his hair. I heard him growl and pull my arms away.

“Stay,” he commanded as he set my arms above my head. I complied and he went back to work.

His kisses ran along my thighs, up my stomach, and over my chest where he rested his head to listen to my heart beat. His strong arms remained at my thighs.

I shivered as one of his hands moved further toward my now soaking center. I thought I heard him growl in response, but the only sense still properly working was touch. I couldn’t even think properly. All that mattered was Edward.

His cold fingers brushed across my skin.

“Say my name, Bella,” he growled in my ear, temporarily leaving my chest. How could he expect me to speak?

I felt his fingers brush against my skin again and I practically screamed in pleasure.

“Very good.”

When I felt his head settle back against my chest, his fingers lipped in and pressed against my tender spot.

My heart had apparently scared him and he pulled his hand away. I gasped for much needed air to tell him I was still alive.

He set his hand back to touch me, but tried too hard to be gently and barely made contact. I thrust my pelvis up to meet his hand and he growled in surprise.

Rather than pull away, he fed some of my need by rubbing small circles over me.

I moaned his name in pleasure and he whispered mine into my chest. His free hand had found its way to one of mine and stroked my cheek with my entwined hand.