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Master of Ceremonies

Please read A B.A. in B.S. prior to reading this one...it will help you quite a bit. This is the second part of a three part series. Edward and Bella have grown quite a bit since he left...to the point they got back together AFTER Edward earned Bella back and then proposed. And he did all this after they talked to Charlie! So, here comes the bride, the groom, all the wedding fanfare, and many suprises inbetween. Oh...and lots of lemony goodness too. Again, some OCC, but you'll likey. Please bear with the first 10-11 chapters as they are a buildup to a kickass twist in chapter 12! Update 8/12/11 I've just added 3 new chapters and I hope you enjoy them. There's a bunch of fun stuff starting and on it's way!!I've also added some references from one of my fav UK shows into one of the chapters. I hope I described them well enough so you know which episodes I refer to. I am loving the reviews I am getting...but I do wish there were MORE! C'mon peoples-give me a few clicks of the mouse, a few keystrokes, and maybe about twenty seconds of your time...you know you want to!


17. Chapter 17

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I giggled as Edward spun me around in his arms as his wife. I felt so carefree-like I had eternity. In reality, I only had a matter of hours. He opened our bedroom door and, as a proper gentleman born in the 1900’s would, he carried me over the threshold. He released our kiss long enough to place me on the bed and allow me to revel in the beauty that was our honeymoon room. While I was in Alice’s room getting ready, my family had lit hundreds of candles and placed them throughout the room.

The smells of vanilla, lavender, lilac, and rose floated softly in the air. Rose petals were strewn across the carpet of our room and our bed. I had no idea how long exactly we had spent going through scenarios today, but when I woke up it was very bright out and now, it was dark with the moon high and bright surrounded by millions of burning stars. I took in its beauty for a fraction of a second and turned my attention back to my husband.

There were no words for the journey we were about to embark on. I knew he would be gentle and would control himself. I knew the idea of taking my life before they were going to must have entered his mind, but I also knew that he wouldn’t go against me and my wishes.

He did not fight hard when I told them of my plan, but I think that’s because he knew he had to relinquish control. If he would not allow me to surrender myself to them, then I would find a way somehow. I would do anything to prevent the death of my beloved. Wasn’t that ironic? I also knew that if he denied me, everyone I knew and loved would die and I knew my ever-loving husband would never put me through that kind of pain, even for a fraction of a second.

So no, he would not attempt to take me tonight, to change me, or to hurt me. He would be sealing our love in the last way possible tonight. We would take that final step to ourselves to each other in every way possible. This would not be a night spent wallowing in sorrow or fear; it would be night spent reveling in love in its purest and truest form. Edward and I were bound together for all eternity-we always had been in spirit, but now it was legal and recognized in a court of law, but also by God. I knew that was important to Edward.

Tonight would be filled with passionate physical love. Edward would be the only man I ever loved. He would be the only man I had ever made love to. He would be my one and only and I would forever be with him-in his heart, in his memory, in his soul. This would not only be our last night together, it would truly be our first. I thought about the yin and yang of that moment. Perhaps this was the way it was destined and meant to me. I could to be sure of that, but what I could be sure of was that the man who was standing at the side of the bed memorizing every inch of my body was my husband and I was ready to be bound to him in the last possible way. Edward and I were going to make love tonight.

His eyes were turning black with desire as he told me, “Isabella Cullen, you made me the happiest man in the world tonight by becoming my wife. My world has never been the same since you entered it and I am going to do everything in my power to show you how much you mean to me, how much I love you, and how much having you in my life means to me. You have always been and will always remain my everything. You are and will always be my life. You are the only wife I will ever have, the only woman I will ever love, and the only woman I will ever make love to.”

Tears welled in my eyes as he spoke these words and their impact hit me, they bubbled out from under my eye lids and slid their way onto my eyelashes. Edward leaned in and gently kissed my eyes; each of them soft and sweet. His touch was cold, but very welcome as he cupped my face in his hands.

I opened my eyes slowly expecting to see his sweet honey eyes, but they were not sweet; they were filled with fury. I knew exactly where his mind had sauntered to.

“Edward,” I shook my head, “no.”

“But Bella, I can’t just stand back and let them…,”I interrupted his impending rant with a finger to his lips.

“If you fight, you die. If you change me, you die. If I give myself to them, you-and my parents-live; what other choice do I have that guarantees the lives of the people I love?”

“We could fight-we could get Elezear and Carmen and—“

“Edward, I’m not going to allow you, any of you, give your lives just for me. I know you are going to argue and fight me on this, but it’s futile.” I spoke these words firmly, but quietly.

“Their decisions are subjective! We could face them and they could back down.”

“And then they would just come back later and maybe that time Alice wouldn’t see it coming. Maybe you wouldn’t have a chance to say goodbye like we do now.” I was so torn inside; I wanted to stay and comfort him and love him, but I knew that staying would be the end of the lives of my lived ones. It took all my strength not to break down right there.

“Edward, we know that I figured out what your family is on my own, but we can’t deny that in their eyes a law has been broken. From what you’ve told me about the Volturi, they aren’t going to stop until I’m…they are not going to stop, Edward. If it’s not tomorrow, it’s going to be days or maybe months from now. We could run, but we would be spending the rest of our lives looking over our shoulder or running away-what kind of life is that? We could fight, but all of you will die. I could be changed, but then all of your family and mine dies. Please Edward, for once,” I inappropriately chuckled lightly, “allow me to save you.”

“But I can’t live without you,” he whispered barely as his body started to go limp in his realization that he really did not have a choice.

“I know, I cannot live without you, but we do not have a choice.”

We just stared into each other’s eyes as the seconds ticked by.

I put my hand up to his cheek, my eyes pleading for understanding, “Let me save….you.”

“I cannot go on without you here, but I will stay long enough to watch after your parents.”

I nodded my understanding. Just as he could not fight me surrendering myself to the Volturi, I could not fight him on leaving this Earth after I was gone. I knew I could not go on if our places were switched.

“Loving you has become the definition of my existence Isabella Cullen.”

“I love you my husband, for all eternity.”

“I love you my wife, for all eternity.”

My body started to shake as struggled to hold onto the sobs and tears.

“Tonight I will love you in the most ultimate way.”

“Make love to me, Edward. Make love to me.”

His eyes turned black with desire. His mouth was hungry for mine as it crashed onto my lips. My lips parted and allowed his tongue to dance with mine. As our tongues snaked together his hands found their way into my hair as he grasped a handful of it at the back of my head. His other hand slipped under my waist and he rolled over onto his back; I was now straddling his hips.

He pulled away and watched me as the moonlight danced off my skin. I reached back and pulled the haircomb out of my hair. I shook loose the balance of the hair he had not already pulled out of the comb. My brown locks beautifully flowed over my shoulders and back. Once my hair was situated I looked at my husband and he was staring at me with fire in his eyes that I had never seen before.

“You are the sexiest woman alive…or un-dead for that matter.”

“I know,” I sirked.

He chuckled as he sat up slightly and reached around me to grab hold of my zipper. I could hear him slowly pulling it down and felt his fingers following the zipper down my back. He reached the bottom of the zipper and drew his fingers up my back. I shivered as the pads of his cold fingers met with my warm skin.

His fingers rounded over my shoulders and found their way over my chest. They traced a path above the sweetheart neckline of the dress over each breast and I felt my breath hitch multiple times. I bit down on my bottom lip as his arms encompassed my waist and his lips kissed the same path his fingers just traced.

My head rolled back and I moaned lightly. My hands, which had been resting at my sides, were now fisting the hair at the back of his head and pulling him in closer into my bosom. I let my head fall forward and rest in his hair as he continued his kisses. He smelled of wood-like mahogany or cherry…it reminded me of our meadow.

Flashes of purple and yellow flowers soared through my head as did the colors dancing off of my now husband as he lay in the sun. I remembered the warmth of the sun and, although he was cold, I remembered the warmth of our kisses. I wanted more kisses, I wanted more meadow with Edward…I wanted more time.

That was an impossible possibility, so I was going to give him all of me-that’s all I had.

I rolled to the side-off of Edward and stood up. His hand kept hold of mine. There was no way we were going to be out of reach from each other; especially not now. My dress was loose enough that once I pulled it down on the side with my free hand, it slipped easily off my body. So now I stood in front of Edward in white heels, lace-topped thigh highs, and lace white boyshorts.

His eyes were like an elevator going up and down my body taking in every inch. Suddenly a feral growl emerged from his chest and he savagely grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his chest and back onto the bed. As I kneeled on the bed, he reached around and ripped the heels off my feet tossing them through a wall. His jacket and shirt was ripped off his chest sending the buttons flying everywhere as I lay back on the bed.

He bent over with both his arms crashing on each side of me. There was slight apprehension in my eyes and he picked up on it; I only thought he was a little too ravenous for a fraction of a second. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. My scent filled his lungs-for one of the last times. He opened his eyes and my Edward was back.

He lightly caressed my face with his finger tips sending electricity soaring throughout my body. I moaned as his fingertips grazed over my lips, down my chin, over my neck and down the valley between my breasts.

His fingertips glided lightly over the right breast causing my right nipple to react to his body temperature and become taught. Once on the side of my breast, he doubled back over the darkened areola, over the nipple, through the valley and over the left breast. That nipple became hard as well.

“Edward,” was all I could manage to let escape from my mouth.

He continued the back and forth motion of his hand watching my nipples react. He was fascinated with the way my body reacted to his; it was as if my body was made for him. His hand trailed down my stomach to my navel and back up. As his hand continued that motion as his tongue began lick down my neck just under my chin. My body started to react to him as I felt moisture emerge from the folds at the apex of my body.

Edward inhaled deeply into my neck and said, “God you smell delicious.”

He continued with kisses down my breastbone and into the valley between my breasts. Suddenly I felt cold air above my nipple and then it was wet with the moisture from his tongue; he had taken my right nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it lightly then kissed it. My nipple returned into the inside of his mouth as his tongue flicked it at vampire speed causing my back to arch and for me to moan, “Oh God!” He released my nipple and I relaxed.

Kisses trailed over to my other breast and again, it was cold. Only a few seconds later I was fisting his hair as my back was arching again in pleasure. My knees pulled up and tightened around his sides as he continued to lick my nipple.

When he released my left nipple he continued the kisses and licks down my body. He reached my panty line and looked me in the eye; he was alive and burning with desire, passion, and love. I bit my lips as his left hand glided up the outside of my right thigh and repeated the same motion with his right hand and my left thigh. I could feel more moisture seeping through my folds.

He sat up slightly and rested on his knees as both his hands went up my thighs up to my sides where my panty line rested. He slipped two fingers under the lace at the top and started to slide them down my thighs. My legs were lifted over his head as the panties were slid over my knees, down my calves and flicked off my feet somewhere across the room.

As my legs were lowered on either side of Edward he sat there and watched me. He took in every inch of my nudity-no, he lived in it. I was so focused on what he was doing to me that I had failed to notice the rather large bulge emerging from his pants.

I sat up and ran my nails down his pecks and over his defined abs down to his pants. I fumbled with the belt slightly and was able to unlatch it. I sinisterly wiggled my eyebrows as I swiftly whipped the belt out from its place around his waist and it landed somewhere next to the bed. After I returned my hand to his pants and unbuttoned them, Edwards’s hands slid up my stomach and he applied the lightest pressure to indicate that he wanted me to return to lying down.

I returned to my previous position and his hands ran up and down the inside of my thighs. He was driving me crazy. With each circuit his hands came closer to my folds. Once there, he lightly ran a hand over the tuft of hair at my apex-he was teasing me and very successfully.

One finger slid between my folds and he ran it from the bottom to my nub and rubbed it lightly causing a cry to escape my lips. I watched him put his finger in his mouth and taste me.


He turned his hand to his newest meal and ran his finger between my folds until he repeatedly grazed my clit causing my breath to hitch. He inserted one finger inside me and explored my pleasure center. His finger was gliding slowly in and out of me causing my walls to slightly expand. Soon a second finger was inserted and they were being inserted at a slightly faster pace. He slowed down and curled both fingers up to rub my most sensitive spot while sliding his thumb between my folds and beginning to rub small circles around my clit.

“Oh God, Edward, yes!”

As he continued the motion, ecstasy started to circulate through my legs. As I started to reach my climax, my hips started to thrust into his hand matching his speed and sending his fingers deeper into me; the faster his fingers moved, the faster my hips bucked.

I reached my climax screaming his name. The only way I can describe it is that it was like the sun was setting and rising, the universe was contracting and expanding, the world was ending and starting, and I was experiencing the most amazing pleasure all at the same time.

As I came down from my high, his fingers were still inside me and I could feel my walls pulsing around them. He easily slid them out from inside me and gave me the most passionate kiss.

“That was the most amazing and beautiful thing I have ever seen. You are an incredible creature Isabella Cullen.”

Before I could respond his lips were planting kisses on the inside of my thighs and small moans were floating out of my mouth. His lips slowly trailed upward. I felt his body lay down between my legs. He lifted them over his shoulder and slid his hands under my ass.

I felt a tongue slip through my folds and flick my clit and I cried out in surprise. He chuckled into me. Soon he was rapidly flicking my clit with his tongue over and over again. His face was buried deep into me and my hands were buried into his hair and pushing him farther into me.

As his tongue drew circles around and licked my clit my moans became louder and my hips started to gyrate. I could feel the universe about to expand again and started to scream, “Oh God, Edward! YES! Right there!”

As he followed my commands, he inserted two fingers inside me and massaged my ecstasy point. I thought I was reaching heaven when I climaxed that time. As my legs wrapped around his head my pelvis shifted up and I sat up involuntarily as I came all over his face and called out his name in the highest octave I could muster. As the electricity soared through my body I saw lights and stars. He removed his face from between my legs and gently helped me lie down again. He caressed every inch of my body as I relaxed.

Once he thought I was sufficiently relaxed, I watched him stand up at the end of our bed and slip his pants and boxers off of his lower half. I watched him step out of his clothing and memorized the Grecian statue standing before me. My husband was Adonis and he was mine and only mine.

I was slightly fixated on the extremely above average, hard member between his legs. I sat up and scooted down to the bottom of the bed. My fingers lightly grazed the shaft as the moved up towards the tip. I wrapped my hand around the shaft as much as I could and slowly moved it up and down from the base to the tip. Once I reached the tip I ran a single finger over the top and kissed it. I laughed when it bobbed the moment my lips touched it.

Edward leaned down and hooked his arms around me and scooted me back up the bed. As he hovered over me, I could feel his penis halfway up my stomach. I gazed into his eyes as he slipped slightly down my body and I felt the tip of his penis slowly between my folds. I braced myself and focused on his eyes as he slowly and gently slid into me, inch by inch.

My body conformed to his in every way possible. Once he had entered me all the way he slowly slid out. He repeated this motion as I started fall into the fact that my husband was making love to me; Edward was making love to me.

He slid into me a little harder and faster with each thrust. I whimpered slightly as he finally took my virginity from me. He kissed me passionately when I did. He began to move faster inside me and moaned. With each thrust I felt that familiar universe exploding feeling. He moved faster and harder inside me and once I climaxed so did he. I felt his love convulse and spew inside me. His body was rigid as he came.

Once he calmed down and he softened and rolled us over to our side. We were both panting as we existed in and only in our afterglow. He was still hard and still inside me. I knew I would not feel whole if he was not inside me. His arms encompassed my body and he kissed me in any place he could reach.

I bit my lip and looked up at him, “Ready to go again?”

“Again? Why Mrs. Cullen, I do believe you are an animal.”

“I am a cougar, remember?”

“That you are,” he chuckled. “You are such a vixen my wife.”

“Only for you my husband.”

We began again with kissing, stroking and petting. That’s how each time started. I lost count of how many times we made love. We tried different positions, different places, different tempos; we were trying to get as much of each other into these few hours as possible. He gave me the ultimate pleasure all night long. He was going to have to carry me everywhere tomorrow-there was no way I was going to be able to walk tomorrow. I had no idea how he kept his control or composure, but I figured it was the thought of losing me or hurting me that made it happen.

He insisted that we take a break and I almost cried. Taking a break meant that everything was coming to an end. I knew once we stopped, I would ultimately fall asleep only to wake hours later to face the end of my life-the end of my time, my eternity with Edward.

I was curled into his body with his hands wrapped tightly and securely around me. He had not lost touch with me since our wedding. I rested my head on his chest and his head rested on mine. I felt his chest rise each time he inhaled my hair. I knew he did not need to breathe, but wanted to.

The sound of my lullaby started to come from his lips and I looked into his eyes with pain knowing this was the last time I would ever hear it. He dry cried into my body and his chest moved as he sobbed. My lips trembled as he tried to make it through as much of the song as possible. Tears ballooned out of my eyes and continually streamed down my face. He whisked each of them away with the tip of his finger.

As the end of my lullaby neared, I reached up and wiped the invisible tears from his cheeks. My body was so tried that my eyes started to droop. I fought them with all my might because there was no way I was going to sleep tonight. I could not sleep; not on the last night I would have with my beloved.

My fight was futile; as my body started to slip into relaxation, my need for sleeping increased.

“It’s ok, love. Go to sleep.”

“I can’t. I don’t want to stop looking at you.”

“I know, love. If you sleep now, you’ll have more time with the family tomorrow and it will allow me to watch you sleep one la--….it will allow me to watch my beautiful wife sleep. I promise to not remove my hands from your body.” He leaned down and kissed me and we made out for a few minutes. He released my lips, kissed my head, and started in on my lullaby again. I’m not sure how far he got into it before his dry tears began again because sleep took hold of me almost immediately.