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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!


25. Chapter 25: Comfort

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We drove in silence, both lost in our own thoughts, both desperate for this all to be over. God, how I so wished I could know what she was thinking--what she was feeling--how this would affect her.

Once Rosalie found Emmett, she was fine...she had no more pain, no more memories of it. But, that was Rosalie. How would Bella deal? Would I be able to save her from this?

Bella suddenly let out a yell of rage and floored the gas.

"Bella, no!" I yelled, but she didn't hear me as we crashed into a tree, instead of turning like we were supposed to.

Oh, my God...I shouldn't have let her drive. What was I thinking? I should have known that she couldn't do it. Why did I think she could handle it right now? I couldn't even handle it right now. I would never know how to handle this.

The hood of the truck was pushed back to the windshield, which was now shattered, and the engine was smoking. “Oops.” Bella said, noticing the damage. I had been able to block her from the windshield but only barely.

“Bella!” I said, half-angrily, half concerned. “What was that?

“Sorry…I was kind of…distracted.” She apologized, looking around in a state of shock.

Kind of? To say the least. “Are you ok?” I asked, ripping the door off its hinges to get us out. I threw it down Bella nodded numbly as I said, “Come here; I’ll run us back to your house.”

She eagerly nestled into my arms, “Edward?” She said, snapping out of her daze.


“Thank you,” she whispered, as rain soaked us both. “I love you.” She kissed me softly.

“We better go.” I said, as she nodded and buried her face in my chest.

The rain continued to soak us, as I bent down and kissed her head. Then, I tightened my arms around her and ran us off.

I barely noticed as we came to a stop in the middle of her living room, setting her down gently on her feet, never taking my eyes off her. I couldn't help but fear that she would just collapse without warning from all she's been through. The past two weeks had been hell for us--our lives had been a never-ending hell, but I wouldn't give it up for anything.

“Are you hurt?” I asked softly.

She managed to shake her head. “No…I’m fine.”

She was not fine; she was the farthest thing from it. “You are not fine, Bella,” I accused. “After all you’ve been through –”

“I’ll deal,” she assured me. “I’ll be ok.”

How could she be so sure? I wasn't even sure that was a possibility anymore. “Will you?” I challenged.

“Yes. So long as I have youhere with me, I’m fine. I’m better than fine.”

“Bella –” I tried to turn away from her in protest, irritated with her determination to be "okay". It wasn't "okay". It would never "okay" again.

Bella grabbed my arm and said, “Don’t.”

I stopped, but didn’t look at her. I couldn't bring myself to look at her; I was too ashamed.

Bella pressed her lips to right below my shoulder, trailed them up the side of my neck, back to my shoulder, making me lose sight of why I was doing this again. She buried her face in my shoulder, tightened her arms around my arm, and rested the side of her head against my shoulder.

“Please…stop doing this,” she begged. “Just…hold me.”

Oh! She wanted to talk unfair? She was always criticizing me for "dazzling" her, but what was this? She was intentionally doing the same thing to me to distract me. To say the least. The word "dazzled" didn't even begin to describe what I was feeling right now. That was unfair.

I forced myself to look at her, simply staring at her, taking in her timeless beauty and tracing the back of my hand up and down her arm to her shoulder, up the side of her neck to her jaw, which I caressed lightly, before saying, “Okay."

What the hell was I doing? "Charlie won’t be home for awhile. I give it a couple of days - he's working overtime to ensure that Jacob gets what he deserves."

So to speak. Okay, so I didn't really know that for a fact, but with how angry he was...it would be at least another week before he could be around Bella again. We definitely had some time.

Bella smiled as I brought her around and pulled her in closer. "We're all alone."

Those words sent shivers and tingles all through me, causing me such happiness, it was almost unbearable.

Bella smirked and traced her hands down my chest. My shirt was completely soaked through that my muscles flexed against her hands through my shirt without any effort.

Her eyes followed her hands down my chest and fixated on my stomach, where she could see my six-pack through my t-shirt.

She forced herself to look into my eyes and whispered, "Edward?"

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her in closer and holding her in my arms as I kissed her.

Bella whimpered and deepened the kiss, struggling to breathe. Already? My God, we were just getting started.

She managed to grab the fabric of my shirt and pulled it up very clumsily. I assumed she was trying to take it off--so I helped her remove it, considering my multi-tasking in these situations was slightly better than hers. Slightly--not much.

After a century of constant control and holding back, I deserved to give in to my true desires. So, I began kissing her neck while simultaneously ripping her shirt open. I struggled to pull it off as I moved my lips over to french her shoulder, lowering her bra strap with my teeth. I struggled to not do more, both the man and animal in me desperate to win out. It was inevitable that none would prevail in the end. There was no way...they were both too strong...I didn't stand a chance against them.

Bella began taking in desperate gasps of air as she buried her fingers in my hair, pushing my head further into her skin.

Oh, God, what was she doing to me? This was too much--I couldn't--she--she couldn't--oh, God. Shut up, Edward!

I spun us around twice before hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around my waist, frenching her collarbone.

Losing all grace and dignity, I staggered us over to the stairs, not giving a damn about my stupid grace and dignity right now.

I made to climb the stairs, but she pulled my head down to hers for another kiss, making me lose all focus that was not directly related to Bella.

I instinctively began dipping her, lowering her to the stairs, laying her against them, now clenching her body in between my legs.

She sighed in ecstasy as I traced her arms with my hands, before bringing them up above her head. I held them there with one hand and placed the other one on her stomach before growling seductively and leaning in to kiss her again, even deeper.

She grabbed my hand, which was restraining both of hers, and brought it down, placing it on her shoulder and sliding it down her chest in between her breasts.

My hand trembled as I slid it around her back and unclasped her bra. I removed it without hesitation, no longer capable of having the will to be courteous. I caressed her breasts with my cheek, and then my lips.

She arched her back and her leg twitched involuntarily, her knee pressing into me.

Oh, my God...if I had been human I would have died. No doubt about it--I literally would have died.

I caressed her legs before removing her jeans, all the while frenching her breasts. It took a whole twenty minutes to do so, considering I kept getting distracted and had to take breaks--the arousal too much for me to handle at times.

Bella eventually found it in her to say, "My turn," and rolled us over, but wound up rolling us off the stairs. Huh...being with me certainly didn't help with the clumsiness.

I landed on my back, feeling no pain whatsoever, and she landed on top of my chest with a grunt. It was the most adorable sound in the world. Everything about her was so perfect...I laughed and caressed her face. "Never change."

She grimaced and then readjusted herself to remove my jeans with great difficulty, considering she kept getting distracted.

She straddled me and caressed my arms as she brought them above my head. She caressed them, lowering herself on top of me, only to pull away right before we kissed again.

She repeated the process several times, eager to tease me, before I finally growled and lunged forward, running us to the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed with enough force to make her bounce slightly, before lunging at her in superspeed.

"Not fair," I choked out, breathing raggedly. "Tease."

She chuckled once, revelling in her ability to make me react like this. Now, that was unfair. At least, I didn't do it intentionally; she was just torturing me. I'd give her something to laugh about.

I placed my hands on her waist and leaned in to kiss her. I trailed my hand down to wipe beads of sweat off the inside of her leg, caressing the inside of her knee as I did so before cupping my hand around her knee.

I slid up against her, in between her legs, and trailed my lips up her chest to her lips. I smiled against her lips and rolled us over so that she was now on top.

She sucked gently on the skin in between my pecs before frenching my pecs, tracing her fingertips along the distinctions of my six-pack. She caught my nipple between her teeth and bit down playfully, causing me to laugh seductively.

I barely felt it, but it was simply the idea that was so seductive and intoxicating to me.

Eager to make me laugh again, she trailed her lips down, smothering my stomach with endless kisses, memorizing the exact taste of it. Memorizing every contour of it with her lips. She caressed the hollow of my thigh with her fingertips, massaging it, before replacing her fingers with her lips. Her lips trembled as they caressed my skin.

After a good two and a half hours like this, I flipped us over so that she was lying at the foot of the bed and without waiting, I lowered myself on top of her and smiled my crooked smile, before kissing her, pulling her in closer and closer with each one.

My God, it was so amazing how the mere taste of her skin combined with the thought of having her was so incredible, so intoxicating that it even put the taste and smell of her blood to shame. God, the power she had over me! It was intimidating at times, knowing that I could never compare.

We continued on for another 14 hours--literally incapable of stopping--until she fell asleep in my arms, to me humming her lullaby, kissing her head repeatedly.

It killed me to watch her sleep, though--selfish as it was, I hated that it had to end. I wasn't ready for it to stop. Not yet.

I watched her sleep, feeling totally at peace.

When she woke up, I was kissing her shoulder and trailing the back of my hand up and down her arm.

She turned her head to look at me and said, "Hello," groggily.

I smiled against her shoulder and said, "'Morning," before propping my elbow on the pillow and laying my head against my hand.

She stretched and rolled over to face me. She kissed me softly and said, shaking her head, "What a beautiful sight to wake up to!"

"Tell me about it," I shrugged, not letting her get out of taking a compliment for once in her life.

"You don't sleep." She reminded him, just as stubbornly.

"Nonetheless," I caressed her face, "Still the most beautiful sight in the world, love."

She smiled and nestled into me. "Thank you." She kissed my pec, clearly not wanting to ruin this moment with a stupid argument.

Would she ever see how incredibly perfect and perfect she was? Everyone could see it but her--she was just too stubborn to even try to see it.

I tightened my arms around her and kissed her head. "Mm-hmm."

"I love you," she said, looking up at me.

I tilted her head up to look at me and said, "And...you're ok?"

"Never better," she said without hesitation. "My life will always be beyond perfect because I have you. I can do anything so long as that's true."

I smiled, "It is." I was the one thing she would never lose again, no matter what. "You have me. Think you put up with me?"
She smiled, "Mmm, maybe just...forever."

I kissed her and said, "I love you, my beautiful Bella," against her lips.

"And I love you...my perfect Edward." She said, smiling.

Oh, no...she was exaggerating again...eh, well. I'd take it. It was the greatest exaggeration in the world. I merely kissed her again, not arguing, but rather starting the most beautiful forever to exist.