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Ellipsis: A punctuation mark used to indicate that something has been left out. This is my suggestion for what was left out in Breaking Dawn.

Set during the ellipsis in Breaking Dawn.

1. Ellipsis

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We swam in the moonlight for nearly an hour, laughing and splashing in the warm water. I was surprised how free I felt, skinny-dipping with Edward. Our playfulness ended quickly, however, when I unsuccessfully tried to dunk my new husband. I jumped up and grabbed his head, but he didn’t sink as a human would, and I collided bodily with him, my breasts hitting his chin and my belly landing against his chest. His arms encircled me reflexively, and I couldn’t stop the moan that rose through me. Edward answered in kind and pulled me down to press his mouth to mine.

My lips were still parted, and my heart nearly stopped when I felt his tongue slide between them. I gave him full access to my mouth and moaned again. He pulled me tighter to him and I felt his erection press into my thigh. When he was done mapping my mouth, he pulled his face back just enough to break the kiss. His eyes were deeper than the ocean. I slowly caught my breath, then leaned in for more. He pulled away playfully and throatily asked if I’d like to go inside. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

We were out of the water before I finished the gesture and across the sand before I could blink. He stopped briefly by the back door and held me tenderly under a warm beach shower. He kissed me again as the salt and sand was sluiced away.

Still dripping wet, the world turned sideways as he laid me gently on the bed. He pulled back from me and I blushed to my toes as his eyes slowly roved over my frame. The lighting wasn’t ideal for me to return the favor, but I did peek down his body to his manhood, which projected boldly from him, a pillar of marble that admittedly intimidated me, but he would never know that.

When my eyes returned to his face, he was watching me.

“You’re beautiful,” he said fervently.

“So are you,” I whispered my reply.

“My wife,” he growled possessively, and then he resumed kissing me.

We were laying on our sides, facing each other, when he began to lightly trace his fingers over me. I closed my eyes as previously forbidden areas came under his touch. I moaned and arched into his hand when he gently cupped my breast. He stopped breathing for a few seconds before squeezing my breast and weighing it in his hand. I found my courage then, and began exploring his skin with my own fingers, marveling at the silkiness of even familiar skin, like that of his chest. His skin was unusually warm—for him—which made it pleasantly cool in the hot room.

He became a statue when I began to touch the curve of his hip, and he pulled away completely when my thumb brushed the bronze curls surrounding his erection.

“Wait,” he nearly growled, his eyes wild on mine before he closed them. I watched him swallow and take a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, the fire in his gaze was lessened. Slowly, he took my hand and placed it back on his hip. He held it there for a moment, then gave me a small, crooked smile.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said.

I shook my head and rose to kneel next to him on the bed. I put my other hand on his other hip, then leaned in to kiss his chest. I began to slowly descend, kissing my way down his body.

Just before I reached his navel, his hands became vices on my shoulders, and he pulled me back up to face him.

“Bella, I—I can’t. You can’t… do that. Yet. Later, when you’re—”

“Less fragile, I know…”

I smiled at him and ruined my try at being coy by blushing when I added, “it’s nice to you, um… want me to.”

He chuckled softly.

“Oh, silly Bella, I have to keep reminding you that I’m a man!”

I smiled at him again, and then looked meaningfully down at his lap. I lifted my right hand away from his hip and hovered it over his penis. I looked back at his face; his eyes were closed and his adam’s apple was fluttering up and down.

“May I?” I whispered. He took a breath through his nose and nodded.

Moving very slowly, I brushed my fingers along his length. I paused, wrapping my fingers around him and squeezing. He groaned and curled his hands into fists.

Like all his parts, he was smooth and hard, and I knew in the back of my mind that I didn’t need to be as gentle as I would with a human man. I squeezed harder and stroked down his shaft. He hissed in response. I stroked him several times before his hand appeared on mine, stilling my fingers.

“You can’t imagine how that feels,” he said; his eyes were wild again.

“Lie back,” he instructed, “let me touch you.”

I could do nothing but obey. My eyes closed as my head touched the pillows, and I didn’t know he’d moved until his hands were on me. He touched me softly, reverently, stroking my skin with his velvet hands. Occasionally, his lips would join his fingers—on my shoulder, my stomach, my hip—but this always seemed too much, and he’s still again, then resume his exploration with just his hands.

When he touched my thigh and I instinctively parted my legs, he gasped and then moaned, a deep rumbling sound. I opened my eyes to find his closed. He was fighting back venom again, if his throat movements were any indication. I watched him curiously as he slowly regained control. When he opened his eyes and found me watching, he smiled apologetically.

“You smell amazing,” he said as way of explanation, and I turned red.

He acquired a mischievous twist to hip lips and hovered his fingers over my center.

“May I?” he echoed my earlier request, and I responded as he had, nodding. I closed my eyes.

His fingers were welcomed ice against my hot, swollen flesh. The electric current that his touch caused made me arch into his hand and moan much loader than I’d ever thought I would. He stilled again in response, his breath stopping as well as I bucked against his hand. He withdrew his touch and I groaned my disappointment, squirming for an agonizing moment. When I regained some degree of my senses, I found him tensely kneeling on the opposite edge of the bed, watching me with dark, hungry eyes. It took all my self-control not to throw myself at him and beg him to touch me again. I met his gaze unabashedly, wordlessly telling him that I was unafraid.

Slowly, he regained his own control and slid over to lie next to me on the bed.

“I don’t think I can last much longer,” he admitted quietly.

“You’re doing great,” I soothed, entwining his fingers in mine, “I’m ready.”

He nodded slowly, then pursed his lips.

“I was thinking about… positions,” he said very quietly, and I blushed again.

“For control,” he continued, “I think you should be… above me.”

My eyes widened. The idea of going ‘cowgirl’ my first time made me self-conscious.

“Can we start out, uh, regular?” I asked, cheeks burning.

He considered for a long moment before replying, “If that is what you want.”

“I want you,” I said vehemently.

He fluidly moved to hover over me.

“As I want you,” he said, his cool breath fanning my face. I spread my legs in response to the scent.

He lowered himself between my thighs and I stifled another moan as his cold legs came to rest between my hot ones. I met his eyes and breathed, “I love you.”

“As I love you,” he whispered back.

He lowered his head to kiss me and I lifted mine quickly to meet him. His stone nose met my cheekbone as I eagerly pressed my lips to his. He drew back after a long moment and studied me seriously.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said confidently.

He positioned himself at my entrance. The cold pressure made me want to cry out and thrust forward, but I lay very still, waiting.

“I love you,” he said again as he began to press into me, his member sliding easily into my very wet center. Dimly, I remembered a grade-school bicycle accident that the doctor said had broken my hymen. I was morbidly grateful, knowing that my blood, right now, might end more than my honeymoon. The thought left my mind quickly as he filled more and more of me. Once he was completely sheathed, his vampire brain registered the lack of resistance and I was treated to his surprised face when his eyes popped open.

“You’re no maindenhead!” he blurted, confusion in his voice.

“Childhood accident,” I admitted, blushing yet again, “I fell off my bike.”

“I’m sorry,” he said with sympathy, “and yet… I’m grateful.”

“ Is it, um, okay?” I asked, searching his eyes, and he knew I had changed the subject.

“Oh, yes,” he breathed, “it is quite a bit more than okay. And how are you?”

“I’m okay,” I assured him, and I was. It was tight and it was very hard, but the discomfort was minor in light of the fact that it was Edward stretching me.

“I think we should move, now,” he said.

“Okay,” I repeated, and suddenly, I was above him with no change in our union. He held me up as I pulled my knees up around his hips to take my weight. He slid his hands to my hips as I sat up. I rested my hands on his chest.

I gazed down at him. He was clearly trying to relax. He took several deep breaths, and I felt a shiver of guilt as I made my next request.

“Can you, uh, start us?”

Would I never stop blushing?

His hands tightened on my hips and he slowly lifted me a few inches before lowering me back down. I let my head fall backward as I began to assist him in our lovemaking. I squeezed my thighs to lift myself up before letting gravity pull me back down. The sensation was amazing.

He’d been very cold when we’d begun, but my heat had warmed him significantly, and now all I felt was the pressure and friction. The sense of fullness made me giddy. I began rolling my hips and leaned forward. Edward’s eyes were shut tight and he was breathing hard. As my hair brushed his chest, his eyes popped open. I licked the sweat that was forming above my lip, and something in that image must have affected him. He grabbed my hips and began roughly bouncing me. I quickly took over the rhythm he set and his hands roved away from my hips. They coursed over me, caressing, squeezing, and kneading my flesh. I threw my head back and braced my hands on his thighs.

“Bella, Bella,” he chanted my name, bouncing me with his hips. His recitations cut off suddenly and his hands left me. I dimly heard a muffled growling and ripping sound as Edward thrust erratically. His ejaculation was almost painfully forceful against my cervix. I cried out wordlessly. The intensity of his orgasm, my elation at our success, and my latent sleep-depravation combined in a rush and I collapsed on to him with a sigh. Sleep came very quickly.