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Distruzione (Destruction)

This is La Tua Cantante in Edward's POV--as was promised. A lot of your unanswered questions from BPOV will be answered in this story. So I hope you enjoy and please rate and comment. I love hearing from you guys!


13. Chapter 13: Intimacies

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I simply watched her sleep, holding her in my arms, humming her lullaby softly to myself, treasuring this moment.

I was running all my hands all over her back, when she sighed deeply, signaling that she was waking up.

I couldn't help but smile and kiss her head before whispering, "Good morning, love," tightening my arms around her.

"How'd you know I was awake?" She asked, groggily, tilting her head up to look at me.

I smiled slightly, "Your breathing patterns changed. They always do when you wake up."

"I don't snore, do I?" She asked, mortified.

"No." I chuckled, "You don't snore."

She chuckled and brushed her lips across my nipple before laying her head against my bare chest and I simply held her, both of us just enjoying the moment while it lasted.

It had been three whole days since she had been awake...I had missed her so much. And, she didn't talk in her sleep at all. She must have been too tired...my bad.

"I dreamed about you." I said, softly.

"What?" She looked at me and I nodded, with a slight smile.

"When I was infected with the Distruzione disease and I fell unconscious. I dreamed about you." I was so worried about her that I had completely forgotten to tell her about that. "It was...so amazing. I can't explain it. It was so beautiful."

Every word sold it short. No words existed that did it justice. No words existed that could let her see just how much she was in my heart...how much she was in me. Would she ever see it?

"What did I do?" She asked, curiously.

"Nothing." I shook my head. Nothing of coincidence. "Nothing...you just...held me...and assured me of your love for me. Never have I felt so wanted in my life."

"I beg to differ. What about last night?" She said, defensively, smirking.

Whoa! This was a whole new side to Bella Swan...I liked it. "That was three nights ago, love, and touche." I said, smugly, unable to control myself.

"Three nights?!" Why did she sound so surprised? "Wow! I must have been pretty beat. Why didn't you wake me up?"

Hah, yeah right. I could never wake her, even if I wanted to. I spent the last three days missing her desperately, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I wanted to: I wanted so badly to talk to her, kiss her, hear her angelic voice, but she was just so...peaceful.

I shrugged, "I couldn't do it. You looked so peaceful." She smiled, but it faded instantaneously. "What?" I asked, urgently.

"What was it like?" She asked, "The...disease thing."

Oh, God. I did not want to talk about that. I couldn't lie to her--not about this--but I knew the truth would hurt her.

I closed my eyes and shook my head, as I forced myself to relive the experience, already wanting to die.

"It was awful. I--can't really describe it." Oh, God, how was I supposed to describe it? There were no words that even began to describe the pain I felt. How could I put it delicately?

"It was far more excruciating than the transformation into a vampire, that's for sure." That seemed like a good start.

"It was almost as if every fiber of my being was exploding within me, one by one. Every cell of my body was slowly--painfully--destroying itself." Was that too much information?

"And, I--I completely forgot who I was. I didn't know...anything anymore. All I knew was you and my love for you. Nothing else mattered; nothing else...existed. I heard...all the screams--" I couldn't help it as my voice cracked slightly with the mere memory of the pain, "--the screams of my former victims. Their screams for help...and no one helped them."

I clenched my teeth against the pain, fighting against the inevitable self-loathing I felt. "No one showed them mercy. I felt their pain, their fear...it was all apart of me. A part that I have been trying to suppress for years, but no matter how hard I tried...I could never erase it. I never can. I was...nothing. I had become nothing...a worthless thing in a world that never wanted me."

I forced myself to not look at her, to avoid seeing her pain.

She buried her face in my chest, kissing every inch of my chest and throat until she could no longer breathe. An excellent method to diminish my pain, I must say. She was definitely the best medicine.

She laid her head against my shoulder and said, with her voice trembling, "I'm so sorry...And...just so you know...I will always want you. Who cares what the world wants? My world...is you."

I shrugged. Pretty small, pathetic world, if you ask me, but whatever made her happy. "It was nothing compared to the pain I felt for you. Compared to that pain, I would happily suffer both the pain from the transformation and the Distruzione disease combined on a daily basis."

"No!" She said, immediately, "I'm fine! Really."

She looked up at me, clearly trying to figure out what my reaction would be.

I decided to let it go for now and merely traced the length of her waist with the back of my hand, before saying, softly, "Yes...you are. Thank God."

"And you." She said, "If it weren't for you, I would've died for the twentieth time this year."

I decided to make a joke out of my response, resorting to my close friend of sarcasm. "Has it only been 20; I thought it was more like 40-50."

She was clearly deciding to play right back instead of fight, saying, "Oh, you know what; why don't you...bite it, smart-ass."

I raised my eyebrows, enjoying this game, before saying suggestively, "Bite what?"

She pointed playfully to her breastbone, dangling the bait right in front of me, abusing the power she had over me. All right...she wanted to play...let's play.

I growled seductively, flipping her over and rolling us over three times, before pinning her down and lowering my head to her breastbone to lightly bite it, struggling greatly to keep it light and playful.

Evidently, I was doing okay, considering she chuckled, making me move over, scraping my teeth across her nipple, and up her breast to the hollow of her throat.

Oh, God...I could taste her blood as it rushed through her veins...the taste, the scent, the very existence of it calling to me. It took every single ounce of strength I had to not give in to the demon inside me. I couldn't decide what I wanted more...her blood, which I had desperately wanted from day one, but refused to take, or her body, which I could not live without...not after having her.

I went up to her jawbone and nibbled on it playfully before going up to her earlobe, moving it in between my teeth from side to side, before growling her name into her ear.

I could feel her blood weakening me as I allowed myself to get tempted so far. It might have a somewhat different scent because of the transfusions, but the blood pumping fresh from her heart was hers. Her blood. Her normal scent was returning faster than I thought it would.

I forced myself to ignore the fire raging in my throat, my unquenchable thirst, the irresistible scent of her blood and continued on, refusing to let this moment be ruined.

She giggled and rolled me over. I placed my hands behind my head for support, unable to think clearly with how amazing she was being right now, and stared up at her, hopefully seductively, as she straddled me, clenching her legs passionately around my waist.

She placed her hands on my six-pack, traced them slowly up to my pecs, and leaned past them to bend down and kiss me. I moved my hands to her waist, holding her in place, and pulling her down closer to deepen the kiss.

"I love you," she sighed into my mouth.

"Mm..." was all I could respond with, deepening the kiss even more, entwining our tongues.

Another five hours later, she finally collapsed weakly on top of me, incapable of continuing on, extremely breathless. My God, if I didn't kill her one way, I'd do it another way. I was totally new at this; was it possilbe to kill her by having too much sex with her?

I brushed the sweaty hair away from her face and kissed her sweaty forehead, not minding the beads of sweat in the least.

"You okay?" I asked, just as breathless as she was. She simply nodded, unable to answer out loud.

I rolled her over and placed one hand beside her head, supporting my weight with it. I noticed a drop of sweat roll down the skin in between her breasts and couldn't help but smirk at where it had taken my eyes. "Oh, my..."

I licked it off with the tip of my tongue, tracing my tongue all the way up to her lips, before sliding it into her mouth.

Her hands were on my six-pack, clenching desperately around my distinctions, before trailing them up my chest with great difficulty, up to my shoulders, around to my shoulder blades to pull me even closer to her.

"Why are you so beautiful?" I murmured, against her cheek, trailing my parted lips across it, closing my eyes, breathing raggedly against her skin.

In response, she arched my back to intensify the kisses. I slid forward on top of her and moaned her name with great difficulty, considering...

Another four hours later, after she was literally incapable of keeping her eyes open--and not out of ecstasy--I allowed her to go to sleep, I couldn't help but fall in love with her all over again.

God, she was...so...amazingly...perfect. She saw me as a Greek god, but she was oblivious to the goddess she was.

I traced her features as she slept, memorizing her every detail, enjoying her in my arms. This never got old. I could literally watch her sleep forever and never get tired of it.

Sometimes I even had my doubts that she was human...clumsiness aside, she was the most angelic person I had ever known. If I didn't know better, I would think I had died and gone to heaven. I had...I was technically dead and she was the only heaven I would ever want.

I let her sleep for a little over 17 hours before Emmett's voice yelled, in my head, 'YO, Edward!'

I started and Bella jostled slightly in my arms, but didn't wake up.

I clenched my teeth angrily as he continued on: 'Guess what?' Oh, there was more? 'The family's all going hunting so stop screwing Bella and get your ass home! Esme needs to speak at you! Like. Now!'

I growled and he snorted in my head. Damn it, why was he always so immature?

I groaned regretfully and gently shook Bella awake--or as awake as I could get her. "Bella? Bella, wake up."

She shifted, nestling into him, making it even harder for me to wake her up as she buried her face in my chest, and protested, stubbornly, "Mm-mm."

"Bella, I'm sorry to wake you, love..." She had no idea how sorry, "...but we have to go. Come on. We need to go home."

"Mm," She protested, shaking her head, "I'm too tired." God, I was a horrible person!

I kissed her head and chuckled softly, "Okay...I'll carry you home...go on and sleep, love."

I cradled her in my arms and stood up. She immediately obliged, nestling into my chest.

She clearly wanted to be closer to me, but didn't have the strength to do so. She tightened her arms around my neck, and kissed my nipple lightly, before falling asleep in my arms.

I managed to redress while holding her with no difficulty, but couldn't bring myself to redress her. I knew I should. I mean, it was the courteous, right thing to do, but my Y-chromosome took over for the time being; I had no control.

So, I simply gathered up her clothes and sped us away, making sure no one saw us and especially that no one saw her right now.