The List

Chapter 19: 7 Days

EdwardPOV

Bella.

Is.

Going.

To.

Be.

My.

Wife.

In.

Seven.

Days.

This was the thought that ran through my head in a loop as Bella's digital clock flashed from 11:59 Saturday night to 12:00 Sunday morning. Bella was tucked in a ball against my chest, one arm tossed lightly across me. I turned my head away from the clock to stare once again at the ceiling, watching the play of shadows there. I was suddenly aware of the huge grin currently reshaping my face.

I wondered at myself. Eighty-eight years. For eighty-eight years I was alone. For eighty-eight years I was single. A one. And the feeling of solitariness became all the more pronounced as my vampire family slowly but surely found their mates and paired up. But never me.

All that changed twenty months ago. I felt a pricking sensation at my eyes that told me I would shed tears if I still had the ability. Because of Bella, I would never be alone again. I would never be just one. I was about to be one of two.

Married.

Mated.

"Vanilla...mmm...."

My brows furrowed and my grin broadened at Bella's murmurings. She had told me during our truth game that food would be one thing she would miss. So I had been intent of late to get her to try as many different dishes as possible. Now she seemed to be dreaming about food, helping to reaffirm my plan to keep her from missing out on even a single opportunity to partake between now and the time she is changed.

I could discern that the next word she said was 'chocolate' even though it came out sounding like 'chocky.' I chuckled. Her brain is a wonder. What I wouldn't give for just one peak!

I felt Bella shudder next to me and went to pull away, thinking that the chill from my body was making her uncomfortable. As soon as I moved, Bella followed along, pulling herself into me once again. This time, however, Bella threw her leg across my thighs. Well, there you have it.

Though I was looking forward to having even more hours to spend with Bella when she no longer required sleep, I had to admit I would miss her sleeping just a little. First, because her sleep talking gave me the smallest window into her subconscious mind. Second, because I loved the fact that she was entirely comfortable making herself as vulnerable as she could possibly be in my presence. I sighed in contentment.

"So good Edward," Bella whispered.

I groaned in realization, my body responding immediately to Bella's increasingly obvious arousal. I wouldn't miss these erotic dreams of hers, only because once she could no longer dream I planned on acting out these dreams every chance we got.

"How does...."

What? Tell me more, Bella!

She pressed herself against me, now making me feel what I could already smell.

I realized I was clenching and unclenching my fists. Wake her up. No, she needs her sleep. She can go back to sleep later. Wake her up. I turned my head towards her and peered down at her face, no longer as relaxed in sleep as it had been a few minutes before. Her mouth dropped open in a small o and she released a soft sigh. Damn. I shouldn't.

"...taste...."

Christ. No matter what she's thinking about it's gonna kill me. God, the way she tastes. I got lost for a moment in my memories of my mouth on her soft folds, probing, seeking, thrusting. Drinking of her was...just...monumentally good. And she seems to think the same thing about me, I thought with a little pride. Then my cock grew noticeably harder as I pictured Bella on her knees with her lovely mouth stretched wide around my shaft. I thought of my cum all over her breasts and groaned aloud, pressing my free hand against myself in an effort to provide some relief.