A Bite of Forbidden Fruit

Lace and Blindfolds: Bella's POV

It is bizarre to imagine that this moment started with what feels like forever ago when Edward Cullen walked through the cafeteria door with his siblings. Inhumanly beautiful, seemingly untouchable...and now here we are, on our honeymoon. I am married to Edward Cullen. Standing over me like the Greek God that he is, his butterscotch eyes on fire, bronze hair tousled, looking at me like I'm the best thing in the world.

Edward has thirsted for my blood since the first day he caught my scent. I know this thirst burns him immensely, despite his protests that it has grown much easier and less painful over time. Although a shocking revelation, I was able to accept this rather quickly simply on the basis that I was irrevocably in love with Edward before I even discovered his vampirism and have fully trusted him not to hurt me...no matter how good my blood smells.

However, knowing that Edward thirsts for me in a different way, in a sensual way, has always been harder for me to grasp. At first Edward's mutual attraction almost made me even more insecure simply because I couldn't and wouldn't understand it. Edward is perfect and I simply am not. Despite his constant reassurance and endless effort to show me how much he loves me, I have always accepted this love with the understanding that I did not deserve it.

But becoming Edward's wife has changed things for me in a lot of ways. Being with him, especially that very first night we were...intimate, transformed our young love into a passion that has consumed my soul more than I ever thought possible. A passion that has made me realize how silly I was to think that I didn't deserve this absolute shattering happiness and reciprocated affection. Each morning I wake knowing Edward loves me, and at night I fall asleep in his arms...knowing that he loves me. Only me. And even though I have decided to stay human for longer than I originally planned, Edward has proven to me that I don't need to be a flawless vampire for him to care for me unconditionally the same way that I have always been devoted to him.

Watching him now, standing there with a red silk blindfold in his hand and the most intense look in his eyes...I can tell that he's about to show me how much he loves me in a very physical way.

"Do you trust me, Bella?" His question surprises me but I nod yes instantly, not a single doubt in my mind. I can't imagine what intimacy would be like if Edward could read my thoughts as he can others...I nearly cringe at how embarrassing my mind would be during that.

Luckily for everyone involved, my mortifying thoughts are safe thanks to whatever weird glitch is going on inside of my brain.

"Close your eyes then, sweet girl." The lust is thick in his voice and my eyes snap shut in excitement, my pulse quickening at the request. Chills erupt across my skin as I feel the edge of the silk dragging along my arm, moving upwards from my wrist towards my chest. Edward deliberately makes the movement painfully slow, my erratic breathing sounding far too loud in the quiet room. As if on command, moments later I hear classical music begin to softly play throughout the bedroom. Knowing me and my insecurities as well as he does, I assume Edward noticed my breathing and began the music to soothe me. My chest tightens at the realization and I have to quite literally stop myself from crying tears of gratefulness while my thoughtful husband continues his torturous ascent of the blindfold.

I attempt to slowly inhale through my nose and exhale through my mouth, focusing on nothing but this man who loves me and who wants me to feel good. I enjoy the smooth caress of the blindfold as it finally reaches my breasts, causing me to shiver almost violently. As the silk glides over my nipples and causes them to harden, I can't help but imagine it being Edward's hands...or his mouth...

Once again, very grateful that he cannot read my mind.

Instead of stopping at my breasts, Edward continues upwards over my neck and then gently lifts my head, tying the blindfold over my eyes and resting my head back down on the pillow. We have definitely never used a blindfold before and the darkness certainly adds suspense, my core clenching in anticipation at what is to come. Not knowing what he plans to do with me, but knowing it will result in Edward touching me, is enough to have me nearly panting all over again.

The cool touch of his fingertips grazing my collarbone ignites my senses, the need for more overpowering. "Edward, please. Touch me. I need you." Begging already? I scold myself internally. The effect this gorgeous man has on me is beyond irrational and I can't even see him right now.

"I know, baby, I know. But you must be patient. We're just getting started." His fingertips move under the lace cup of my lingerie, right over the top of my right breast. He tugs the cup down and tucks it under, resulting in my breast being fully exposed. Very slowly, making sure to avoid my nipples, he does the same with my left breast without ever really touching me. Unable to control myself, I push my chest outwards in an attempt to feel his hands on me, but to my dismay Edward's hands leave my chest altogether. The blindfold prevents me from seeing where he went and I sigh in frustration, hearing his soft familiar chuckle to my left.

"My greedy girl. I swear I've created a monster." I petulantly stick my tongue out in the general direction he's in and instantly feel his lips envelop my mouth, his delicious breath filling my senses. Our mouths move in synchronization and I moan, my arms wrapping around his neck in an effort to keep him close to me. My bared breasts rub against his t-shirt and the sensation makes me arch my back, his large erection pressing against me but concealed by his gray sweatpants. While my right hand remains tangled in his hair, I use my left hand to try and grab his manhood through the thin cotton. However, despite my determination, I certainly am not quicker than a vampire, and he grabs my wrist before I reach my target.

"Isabella Marie Cullen, do I have to show you what happens when you can't be patient?" His use of my full name, which would normally infuriate me, instead turns me on even more now that Cullen is tacked onto the end of it.

"Maybe." I whisper, my curiosity outweighing my need. What does happen if I won't be patient? I'm intrigued to find out as long as Edward Cullen is the one divvying out the punishment.

With my blindfold still obscuring my vision, I feel Edward pull away from me and unravel my arms from his body. "Put your hands above your head, baby." I do as he says and feel his weight leave the bed, taking only seconds before he's back with me. The familiar feel of silk excites me as Edward begins tying my wrists together above my head, loose enough that it's not uncomfortable but tight enough that I can't separate them. He then ties the silk to the headboard behind me, leaving me completely at his mercy. I can't see, I can't move my arms to touch him, and I happen to have a husband that never gets tired...

I have never been more turned on in my life. 

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To be continued in Candles and Patience: Edward's POV

*I do not own the rights to these characters. This is a fan fiction based off of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga.*