Kiss Me Now, Kiss Me Never

Now

Edward

Somehow, during our argument, we ended up in the hallway that led to the bedrooms. I was so angry and scared that I hadn't even noticed we moved from where we were sitting. I tried to calm down enough to loosen my grip on her shoulders. I wouldn't forgive myself for bruising her pale skin.

Her words felt like acid in my veins, the thought of her flat lining as I stood over her prone form had my stomach in knots and my heart stopping. It was then that I realized what I had said. I fucked everything up by confessing that I loved her.

The look on Bella's face scared years off my life, caused my heart to clench painfully and my hands to drop from her shoulders to my sides.

This is it. It's all over.

In those few moments, where we both were silent except for our ragged breaths, I pictured two possible outcomes. One part of me turned toward the sappy, happy ending where she'd confess her undying love and I'd whisk her away to our bedroom, where we'd get lost in each other for hours.

But that was wishful thinking.

The other part, the one that had always considered that the thing between Bella and I would disappear eventually, had pictured a scene of utter heartbreak –and not only my own heart. She'd send me away, believing I was another victim, and kill me as she "checked" on me every couple of days. And it would destroy me, but I knew I'd take every call or letter from her.

And that shit pissed me off.

How could she not fucking see it? Had I not been there since the beginning? Hadn't I shown her how much I needed her? My anger started to grow as she remained completely silent and immobile. I wanted to grab her, shake her and kiss her. Fuck her against the wall, then lay her down between the sheets and sink into oblivion until dawn.

I needed all that, but first I needed her to believe me!

Her silent stare and blank expression were enough to break what little control I had left. It would be the end of us, but not if I could help it. I'd show her, I'd find a way for her to believe in what I felt was real. And not some fucking curse.

After what felt like a lifetime, something changed. There was something akin to sadness in her eyes, fear and devastation. Then, there was hope. I could see how her features softened, her lips quirked twice at each corner, as if she wasn't sure about what she felt at that moment.

Then my girl fucking attacked. Hands, lips and teeth were all over me, with the exception of my mouth, of course.

Choosing not to dwell on that shit, I groaned, tunneling my fingers in her hair and pulling her face up. And there it was; she fucking believed me. But before I could sink balls deep inside her, show how much I loved her, we needed to clear something up.

Tightening my fingers in hair, and a breath away from her lips, I growled, "As much as I want to take you, show you how much I love you." She gasped as I pulled her body against me, grinding my cock against her softness. "That won't happen until I get a promise from you."

That fire I'd seen on many occasions seared through her dark eyes, her lip curling up on one side. "As if you'd be able to resist."

Oh, that was a fucking challenge, but one I'd never take. I'd likely lose within hours. But she didn't need to know that. For saying that shit, I pulled her even closer as I forced her head back further, exposing her neck.

I bit her, fucking marked her like she had on my hip weeks earlier in the alley near the police station. The bruise long faded, yet I still felt the bite of her teeth there. Forever branded.