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Chapter 19 ~ Overwhelmed

Yes. I am going to marry Edward. At 18.

He twirled me around in his arms; his head tucked anywhere that would allow him reach to my skin in order to kiss. I couldn’t help but smile. I would think about the details later, just enjoy this.

Finally he reached my lips, kissing me long and deep as his arms tightened around my waist. I lifted my hands from his shoulders and tangled my fingers in his soft bronze hair.

“I love you,” Edward whispered against my lips, swollen from kissing.

“I love you too,”

He laid us down on the bed after kissing my lips once more. A giggle escaped me as he did, making him chuckle. He looked me in the eyes as he nervously pulled a ring box out of his pocket. It was slim and dark velvet, it looked scary, but I knew that I already agreed of this. I wouldn’t back down for the world.

“Open it,” Edward whispered as he placed it in my palm. I peeked up at him before pinching the lid and opening the box.

Inside lay a beautiful oval ring set with diamonds that sparkled like Edward’s skin in the dim light.

“Oh Edward,” I breathed, “It’s beautiful.”

“It was my mothers, she would have loved you.” He whispered, pulling the ring out and carefully sliding it onto my left ring finger. It looked right, being there on my finger.

“I wish I could have met her,” I replied softly, looking up at him. He was grinning, holding back a triumphant smile that suddenly came loose when my eyes met his. Pride and victory sparkled in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss me again. He held me close to him, but I wanted to be closer so I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist as he tightened his hold on me, backing up into the bed so he was sitting.

“So, does that mean we can practice?” I asked hesitantly, wondering if his words earlier about not wanting to do anything till he married me could be compromised. Maybe if I could get him to give me a real honeymoon. I could live with that. Edward raised his head to look at me.

 “Bella, I want to, but I’ve told you…”

“But with practice…maybe we could work up to it.” I pressed. I didn’t want to wait, but I’m sure that practice would be good for both of us since we were always shying away from such physical activities.

“Please Edward?” I ran my fingers over his face, letting them ghost across his marble-like skin. His lips parted, kissing my fingertips as they passed over them. His eyes closed, nodding slightly and faintly smiling. I grinned like a Cheshire cat and attacked him, surprising him, and throwing him back so I was lying across his body.  

Quickly his hands came to my sides, caressing up and down my ribs before pulling me to straddle his waist. I moaned lightly at the contact, running my hands down his chest before running them back up, only to unbutton his shirt. He pulled my face down gently to kiss him, making it harder to take off his clothes, but not impossible.

Abruptly he sat up, bringing me with him whilst our lips were still connected, my tongue playing on his lips. Easily he slid his shirt off, not breaking contact and then was quickly back to edging his hands on the skin of my back. My fingers traced and retraced his hard skin, cool, but warmer from mine. 

Realizing that I needed to breath, he moved down my neck, kissing and sucking with his lips, being careful not to use his venom coated teeth. I leaned my head back further, letting him have easier access.

“Edward,” I moaned, pushed up into him. His hands were completely under my shirt now, but stopped at the base of my bra. Thankfully he didn’t stop though, only touching what he knew was safe. I took my hands and tangled them into his hair then, desperately needing his lips back on mine, he easily complied on.