I lay on the bed, grazing my stomach with my fingers. It had only been an hour or so since I'd woken up and found Edward's note.

Mrs. Cullen-

I went out to hunt for a bit. I'll be

back before you wake, hopefully.

I love you, my beautiful wife.

Mr. Cullen

Being at Isle Esme with Edward, and also losing my virginity to him had made me attached. Even more so than I already was, if that's possible. I went from being self conscious and nervous about sex, to wanting it all day, everyday, with Edward. I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to sleep. Who was I kidding? I let my thoughts wander to Edward's chiseled abs... water cascading down them in the shower. His erotic and chilled breath on my neck, sounding like a saint, even stringing the dirtiest profanities together. I thought about the way he gripped me with almost too much force, and how I loved it when he did. I felt my hand that was grazing my stomach slide down to my damp slit and come back up.

As if my fingers could bring me any type of release when I've felt Edward's expert hands. I felt my face get hot at the thought of his piano playing fingers, twisting and pounding my core, bringing me to my release. Edwards lips at my ear, egging me on. I could almost hear it now... "Come for me, love." I could almost feel his forearm on my thigh, cold and muscular, contracting with each thrust of his fingers, pulsing and tense. God... the thing he could do with those fingers...

I started to pump my fingers in and out of my pussy, now desperate, wishing I would have just stayed asleep. I vigorously rubbed my clit when I reached my peak, not wanting the pleasure to stop. I felt the warm liquid gush out of me, and I sighed Edwards name, rubbing my come up my stomach, wanting him to smell it when he came home. I wanted him to know what he did to me, even when he was miles away.

I heard a groan from the doorway. "Bella, love, you smell so fucking good."

I felt a chill go up my spine, and I looked up to see Edward in the doorway, hands gripping the door frame, knuckles white. His tongue swept out over his lips and he gently bit his lip. His eyes were hooded with lust, golden and smoldering.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?"