I know: finally chapter seven is here! Haha, As you know I apologize immensely for that dreadful cliffhanger. Hopefully you all will find it in your hearts to forgive me after you read this. WARNING: Be prepared to experience the sex beast also known as Edward Cullen and LEMONS! Oh yes those sour little things have arrived. :) Please, do enjoy.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything, and then some.

'Doesn't she realize that I'm clinging on to the faintest bit of strength I have to pretend that I don't have any strength? It's agonizing for me to sit in this chair and pretend that I can't break this belt like a piece of thread and have it in with her.'

"Bella…" it sounded like a cautious question. He was beginning to get extremely tense beneath her.

She whimsically wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yes honey?"

"What are you doing to me?" His tone was resentful and almost furious. An innocent look of confusion came into her eyes.

"I'm trying to satisfy you. Is that so wrong?"

"Satisfy or torture?" He accused. "You're being malicious."

His eyes revolved up at her from underneath an intense glare, it almost took her breath away and for a second she'd gotten dragged beneath the current of those warm topaz pools.

'Oh great, he's doing it again. I can't let this happen, must… fight it!'

"I want to know something." She blurted out. Finally he broke his intense stare.

"Sure." His eyes instinctively rolled down to her breasts. Unable to focus on much else (unless she stood up of course), he intently watched her chest rise and fall as she dragged in staggering breaths.

"What other kind of …positions would you like to put me in?" She asked in a barely audible voice. It was amazing how fast his eyes had flitted back up to her face, like the speed of lightening.

"Endless." His smirk was ruthless.

Bella's temperature began to rise at an unhealthy degree.

"Is that so?" Her voice wasn't as challenging as she would have liked because it wavered at the end.

"Absolutely, I can show you right now if you'd like."

It was hard, but she tried to keep her poker face on; she had to conceal how much she was exactly hoping that he would. She managed to smirk and roll her eyes,

'That ought to call his bluff'

"Oh, no, no, not just yet my Edward." She needed to tease him a bit more first, return the gesture so to speak. She rose up from him, twisting her waist a bit in a way that made him groan again. The frontal view of her hips was murdering him.

"So you've been telling me all the things you want to do to me, but I haven't got the chance to tell you all the things I want and all the things I'd like you to do."

"Oh." He was muddled, because he hadn't thought about that, and then he felt a wave of guilt.

"I'm so sorry Bella, I just lost control of my self and was saying all these things. I didn't mean to offend you, honestly. I'm so stupid to not have thought to consider your feelings first, I-"

"Edward, what the hell are you talking about?" Her expression was completely insulted as she crossed her arms in disbelief. "You were perfect, I loved everything you said! Was the fact that you made me gush like a geyser not enough proof?"

He spread an accomplished grin then a look of chagrin broke across his face, no doubt because of his rambling outburst. Bella's expression softened because she knew his intentions were good. She knelt down to him.

"I love you Edward, and I know you're just as inexperienced about this as I am, but-."

His expression went indignant as if to say, 'Speak for yourself.'

"Well….I wouldn't say that."

Bella looked totally lost for a moment then her jaw dropped in betrayal.

"You've done this before!?"

He rolled his eyes getting a tad put out at how easily she could get her self riled up when she hadn't even heard his whole explanation.

"Of course not Bella, I'm just as pure as you, when it comes to this anyway, but that's not what I was trying to say…think about it. What could possibly make me so experienced through the years, without even having to actually do it?"

He teasingly swiveled his eyes up at the ceiling and faked a look of concentration as if he was searching for the answer too. If his hands hadn't been tied he would have put one of those cool fingers to his chin to complete the expression. Her face was still frozen in confusion. Then it hit her,

"Oh!" She blushed from how easy the answer had been.

He sighed,

"Yeah, it's not exactly the most enjoyable thing to endure not only hearing your siblings and parents making love, but knowing all the thoughts that run through their head in the process." A look of slight revulsion crossed his face. "Strangely though, I've picked up interesting desires that the girls had in common."

He angled his head suggestively at Bella.

"The things they yearned for the most usually followed the same pattern, such as the variations of speed, the force, the depth, specific motions, and other places they wanted to be stimulated. I later found out that the same even goes for human females, such as you. The desire always seems to be the same. So I wonder what you'll be like when I test my theory..."

Bella's cheeks began to turn a very dark pink color.

"Then in that case," she began tentatively, "I can see where you're experience would come from."

He still held an intrigued look in his eyes, but then it all of a sudden became a look of frustration and hopelessness.

"What's wrong?"

He sighed,

"It would just be exceptionally helpful if I could read your mind, especially right now. It would be so much better for the both of us."

Bella took a second to think about that. She could try to deny it, but there was no doubting the great advantages of Edward being able to read her mind during love making. The idea was almost too much to bear, because the fact of the matter was that Edward was already perfect to begin with, but if he could read her mind while it was happening; ….endless satisfaction…endless pleasure, perfected perfection.

She exhaled, shivering a bit from the realization.

"It'll be perfect Edward, don't worry." She whispered, trying to assure him.

"But Bella, I've told you countless times that I can't afford to loose control with you and if I could just hear your thoughts while it's happening, I would be able to keep a better control of myself. I would know if I started to squeeze you too hard, or put too much pressure….anything at all."

The mood had suddenly become forlorn, polar opposite of how it had begun. He continued,

"No doubt you can see the benefits it would have for you as well, if I could predict every little detail of what you wanted, and meet each need on time, with such precision."

She took a deep breath, not able to deny that it would be amazing.

"Maybe," she allowed, "but Edward that doesn't matter and it wouldn't be right. The whole reason we're here right now, the whole reason why you fell in love with me was because of the mystery. In a way, it would be …too perfect, like cheating. I actually like it much better this way. This is the way that it's supposed to be."

He gave her a hard, questioning glare,

"This is the way it's supposed to be, is that right Bella?" There was something hanging on the edge of his voice that she didn't like it.

"So I'm supposed to feel good about feeling the need to pulverize you when my real intentions are to please you?"

'So we're once again…ONCE A-FUCKING-GAIN back to this this CRAP!' Bella exasperated in thought.

She pulled a deep breath into her lungs, trying to fight the ticked off mood that was threatening to wash over her and ruin everything.

"Edward, would you happen to be manic depressive?"

He gave her a condescending glare before retorting,

"Save the jokes Bella."

"Oh I'm so far from joking it's not even funny. Simply put, I am done with this guilt trip, bull shit that you keep putting both yourself and me in! Get over yourself Edward, seriously. One minute your making my body surrender to all your dirty seductive words, and then the next you're being Mr. Mope' a' Lot, lamenting over wanting to kill me, which is something you've never come close to dong even the first time you saw me!"

The look on his face said otherwise, but the hostility in her voice that filled the air was enough to get Edward to be completely silent and listen to her.

"If you truly, deeply love me as much as you say you do then you'll stop looking so bleakly at the situation, and instead focus entirely on satisfying me. Now, I want you to listen to me, and listen to me good, Edward Anthony Cullen. I don't want to hear anymore Goddamn sob story, guilt trip, B.S. coming from you tonight. The only thing I want is for you to do all those things to me you said you would. So if you can't do that, then this honeymoon is officially, royally, over!"

Edward couldn't do anything to mask the complete stunned expression that he was wearing now, because Bella was fierce, determined, yearning…and he liked every bit of it.

A weak smile twitched at the corner of his lips,

"Alright Bella, you win, no more morbid fears about me killing you."

She shot him an untrustworthy glance,

"Are you absolutely sure? I know how your mood swings like to spring out of nowhere."

He silently chuckled, pitching his head back just a little.

"Scouts Honor, I won't be glum about it anymore. Besides, if I do end up killing you, at least we'll both know it was out of love…well I'd know anyway; you'd be dead."

She shot him a scathing glare and wrinkled her nose at him.

"Well, I guess that's better than nothing." She retorted.

His shoulders shook with more of that silent laughter.

"Now, back to the issue at hand, where were we?" She tapped a finger to her chin.

"Oh, that's right, now I remember." Her voice had become a sexy purr. Her hands ran down the slopes of her body.

Edward stopped laughing as his attention was redirected to her alluring curves. She flipped her hair over to the other side of her face, it draped down like a mahogany veil swaying lightly against her breasts.

Taking slow steps, she coasted forward then lifted her leg and placed her foot on the chair between his legs.

"You don't know how badly I want you inside of me Edward. I can hardly wait to finally feel your body taking hold of mine, riveting it at your will." Her voice was only a whisper, but it blazed with desire scorching Edward nearly as bad as the way his throat burned when he caught a dangerous waft of her scent.

"Mmmm, if you only knew how I feel the same." His words came out in a low growl.

She stared into his eyes, lightly dragging her finger tips across her cleavage. Then she slowly slid the other hand up her leg, it trailed over her garter belt and continued to run all the way up to her inner thigh.

Edward watched anxiously, and shockingly as she gradually brought her hand between her legs then slid her middle finger down into the front of her thong. Then she began to rub her slippery folds back and forth until she closed her eyes and bent her neck back in gratification. She caressed her breasts tenderly.

It pained and excited him to watch her satisfy her self in front of him. He closely studied the way she frowned in pleasure; her eyebrows scrunching slightly and the way her lips parted, letting imperceptible moans roll out of her mouth. He couldn't wait for his chance to make her make that face.

He watched the movements of her hand, imagining her soft, moist skin there constantly shifting beneath her finger tips, wishing he was the one touching her, the one making her lean her head back like that.

She tilted her head back down to look at him,

"And you know what else I want? I want you to make me scream; give it to me so good until I beg you not to stop. Make me crawl for you."

'Oh don't you worry your pretty little head, I'll give you exactly what you need.' He could hardly wait. Despite himself he was on the verge of nearly ending it right there; snapping the belt, leaping forward and giving it to her right where she stood.

"Then when you bend me over I want you to shove your stiff, cold cock deep inside my tight, warm, little pussy, push my head down into the pillows and ram me, non-stop, over and over and over again."

His eyes were intense, unblinking and focused entirely on her. She could hear a low sound ripping from his chest.

"I'm being a bad girl aren't I? Maybe you need to teach me a lesson."

"Oh you're gonna get it girl, just you wait."

Bella laughed, her excitement spilling over. Edward was dead serious.

"I can't wait to wrap my legs around your back, and feel you push yourself back and forth inside of me. Knowing how unbelievably fast and strong you are I'll be so helpless . . . won't I Edward?" She pouted then suddenly unclasped her bra and her breasts sprang free jiggling a bit from their release.

Edward watched them rotate and shuddered. The round temptation of them was calling for him madly and he wanted desperately to put them in his mouth whole, one at a time, sucking her erect nipples while he crashed his hips repeatedly to hers and rocked her to ecstasy.

'A few seconds more, Edward. Just a few seconds more.'

"Edward, I want you to take me. I want you to pin me down just like the bad little girl I am. I promise, I'll let you play with me all night. Do you want to do that? Do you think you can?"

Of course he could, he could do anything.

"Oh I'm more than capable, you know I don't sleep…but I'll have no problem putting you to bed."

'Whoa; temperature is rising, heart racing. Control your self Bella!' She cautioned herself.

"I'd imagine that you wouldn't." She raised her arms, running her fingers through her hair seductively, his eyes followed the bends of her curves as patiently as they could, and then, it was over; that was the final straw.

Bella hadn't even seen it happen because it all transpired so quickly. All she knew was that she heard a sharp snap, saw debris of the belt fly up into the air, saw the chair shoot back against the wall; one of the legs shattering and Edward, after grabbing her by her waist, had slammed them both onto the bed. How and when he'd stripped himself naked, she had no clue.

"I told you. Now you're gonna get it." He growled.

With his pinky, he ripped off her thong, breaking it against her trembling skin.

Bella was still trying to catch her breath, she shook before him, wide eyed and eager.

Edward was ready to pump her body to the brim with his urge for her, ready to go deep and hard at her core and make her cry out uncontrollably until she reached the threshold of ecstasy. He was just about to do it all when he saw the fearful look in her eyes. It softened his resolve instantly, nearly immobilizing him.

"Bella, honey, what's wrong?" He made his voice into a soft whisper.

She swallowed then took a deep breath,

"I know I'm the cause of all this and I do want you badly, more than anything else, but… I don't know what to expect." Her voice wavered on its own no matter how hard she tried to keep it even.

He gently brushed the back side of his hand down her face, deeply staring into her eyes like he was looking for the best route of comfort.

"Love, I promise I'll do everything in my power to make this as painless as I can." She could see in his eyes, and hear in his voice how much it hurt him to know that he would be causing her pain. He tried smiling reassuringly down at her.

"I know you will . . . I love you Edward."

"And I love you Isabella, more than you may ever know." The promise behind his words couldn't hold any more truth. He tucked his hand behind her neck and kissed her passionately. And when he broke away she was, naturally, fighting for air.

"So, are you sure you're ready?" He smiled beneath a captivating stare.

"Yes." She blew out a heavy breath, hoping to sound more confident than she felt.

He put his lips to her mouth once more then began to trail a line of cool kisses along her jaw. Gently, he turned her face to the side and continued to kiss her neck. He fought desperately to ignore the way the veins in her neck throbbed against his lips.

He was careful not to rush, secretly he monitored the rhythm of her body prepared to strike when her pulse wasn't so frantic, but something told him he shouldn't hold his breath, and of course, he'd have no problem doing that.

Bella felt his hand slide down from her face then cup around her breast. He softly messaged it in slow circles. She gasped, startled when he grasped her stiff nipple between his forefinger and thumb, tugging on it gently.

Next thing she new she felt his frigid mouth closing around that stiff peak, sucking forth and then letting it slip from his lips only for him to go back in and do it all over again. Bella sighed in pleasure.

"Are you absolutely sure?" he coaxed, before easing her nipple back over his tongue.

"I'm positive Edward," she panted, "please, don't be malicious."

He smirked, crinkling his eyes in humor.

"Yes you're right. Although a little tit for tat wouldn't hurt, but I suppose I'll be the bigger man."

Bella burst out laughing at both of his puns. He chuckled and kissed her on her forehead.

She was just beginning to relax a bit, seeming to have found a method to deal with the impeding tension, but then his hand slid past her waist and his fingers immediately found that sensitive place that activated something deep inside of her.

He rubbed her there for a matter of seconds, intently watching the reaction on her face and hearing her heart rate sky rocket once more. He enjoyed building her need. Finally, he lined his hips up with hers.

"Baby, I'm gonna need some room," he whispered then smirked.

Comprehensively she slowly opened her legs. He propped himself up on his elbows and began to make a subtle swaying movement, so that he graced her with each swing.

It made her pant a little harder.

He kept his focus on her face, brought himself back one last time then gently slid his tip inside of her. She exhaled nervously.

"Shhhhh." He tried comforting her despite the way her wetness called him forth; it was enough to make him slip all the way to her depths in one quick stroke had he not had any restraint, but he took his time.

He slowly inched his cold member further inside until he felt her membrane right on his edge. He stopped immediately, debating on whether to break it fast or slow so it would be easier for her.

Bella read the sudden conflict on his face until she understood its source. She brought her hand up to his face in response, encouraging him.

He decided that being gradual would be best. He inched forward and felt each little tare as he went. He instinctively wanted to wince for her. He waited to see the pain on Bella's face, according to her expression she was bracing herself. He went in a little bit further, feeling the rips once more until he'd completely broken the thin tissue. She continued to look at him nervously.

"You didn't feel that?" He questioned after some time. She looked just as perplexed as he did.

"No. You must have numbed it." She suggested, surprised.

"Oh. Well that's good…right?" He asked carefully.

"Yeah, but I can't really feel anything." He looked appalled in response.

"… really now? Well I'll have to fix that won't I?"

She bit her lip, excited that she didn't have to worry about expecting pain anymore, from here on out it would be all satisfaction.

"Give me some friction." She whispered.

He smiled darkly.

"And now you want to make fire…"

And that's when Edward didn't hesitate in pushing the rest of himself straight inside of her, causing her to cry out, just like he wanted. He slid backward, fighting desperately to keep a gentle pace, then thrust his hips to her once more, shoving him self inside her tight, slippery core.

She screamed both in shock and in feeling the strange new waves of pleasure he was sending through her. He pulled him self back slowly, keeping to the pace as best he could, and rocked forth once more, grunting a bit from the way the soft ripples inside of her ran against him.

She tried to dig her nails into his perfectly, sculpted back.

She gasped for air and moaned, her pitch increasing with each thrust. That was his signal. Her sound was his motivation to pick up the speed and depth. Bella spread wider for him, lifting her legs slightly and causing him to penetrate even deeper. Suddenly Edward grabbed her hands and pinned her arms above her head.

It sent her into a random and brief moment of reverie of how he'd tied her up to that column. She watched it sway helplessly now as the whole bed shook. It resembled those desolate trees caught in the midst of a hurricane as it continuously trembled from Edward's rhythm.

A cluster of her gasps, moans and wails filled the air, echoing and bouncing off each square of the room. It gave Edward an insatiable urge to drive down in her so hard until he caressed her spirit. He would make her scream until she was hoarse.

"Arrrgh!" he growled. "The sounds you make is like fuel." he was loosing all his ability to keep it gentle on her, but she didn't seem to mind because her moans started to ring out in long, loud inflections.

He thrust faster into her, making her scream unintelligible words, and her body began to jerk against him. Suddenly he lifted her right leg and threw it over his arm. Bella was going crazy.

"You like the way your vampire husband handles you don't' you, you bad girl?" He continued to rock his hips to hers, back and forth with a steady rhythm.

"Oh my God, oh my GOD! Edward, I-I *gasp* can't, can't *moan*"

"What's that? I can't hear what you're saying over all that moaning." He bore his tyranny down on her.

"I'm about-I'm about *scream"

"You're about what? Come on baby, say it."

"I'm about to c-" She was suddenly cut off as he slid one hand underneath her back, lifted her up and twisted her around so that she was beneath him, all while keeping himself inside of her.

"Not just yet you don't, I told you, you would get it."

He firmly grasped her hips and jerked them up in the air. He reached down and pushed her head into the pillows, just like she wanted.

And finally, the glorious angle he'd been waiting for; he could see…everything. She looked voluptuous, beautiful. He followed the arch of her back with his eyes as he traced a finger down the dip of her spine. He bent his neck sideways to see her breasts swinging to and fro as they hung from her like ripe fruits, but most of all he admired the round curves of her ass…he was speechless about it.

Edward placed a cool hand on her back and gently pushed her chest down a bit, then with the other hand, he spread her legs just a little then softly slid his hand between her legs, sustaining her pleasure.

And without a minute lost he picked the pace back up again, going even faster now to bring her back up to the brink of her release. He could feel it now too. Edward was thrilled; he'd never expected it to feel this incredible.

Her whole body shook, unstable on her weak knees. He kept her balanced and enjoyed the welcoming slaps of her ass against him each time he thrust inward. Then suddenly without warning Bella gave a final cry which settled into a whimper of pleasure. Edward felt himself explode, climaxing with her, the mingled product of their eruption flailed violently as he gave one last ram.

Simultaneously they collapsed into a spooning positing. Her breaths were strained as her chest heaved and body trembled. He lay perfectly still, and held her closely.