So…I figured I owed you guys one last chapter as a sort of reward for all the teasing I did in the last two, Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy. :-)

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“Is something wrong?” he asked, genuinely concerned. I smiled, trying to swallow again and not sure if I could even speak anymore. My brain felt as if it had been melted by the fire that Edward had sent coursing through my veins every time he kissed me. I opened my mouth to speak but no sound except for a small squeak came out.

Finally I managed to shake my head ‘no’ and then I choked out, “It’s just that…I think I’m sufficiently warmed up now.”

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His body grew still on top of me and he looked torn. I reached up and took his face with both hands tenderly. He leaned his forehead against mine and his sweet breath swirled around me, making me even dizzier than I already was.

“I don’t know how much this will hurt for you, Bella,” he said softly, his voice sad and careful. I shook my head in disbelief. My high was quickly fading as his mood darkened.

“Edward, I want this…” I stumbled over my words, “I need this.”

I let my hands slide from his face so they were resting on his neck and I pulled myself up to kiss along his jaw again. He was still as I placed the softest kisses I could along his granite-skin, but when I kissed his lips as lightly, as sweetly, as possible, his arms wrapped around me and he rolled over so that I lay on top of him.

I continued kissing his skin, my mouth burning with excitement to finally explore his smooth chest that was usually hidden from me. I let my hands slowly flit down, feeling as much of him that was exposed, until finally I reached his pants. I let my hands rest on his hips for several moments before even trying to move.

I shifted so one of his legs slid in between mine and I felt, rather than heard, a soft growl build in his chest beneath me. I put one finger to his lips and he kissed it, his eyes holding my gaze steadily as I let my hands move to the waistband of his pants at last. I never broke our eye contact as I slid my thumb under the band, lightly brushing the pad of it along his hip bone.

His eyes closed tightly and I saw his jaw tense as I continued to slowly stroke the skin there. My other hand splayed along his stomach and I leaned over him to kiss him right along where my thumb was stroking. He let out a large breath, but his eyes stayed stubbornly screwed closed. I smiled, looking at him from this angle was so different, and gave me the chance to see clearly his wonderfully sculpted neck as he threw back his hand against the pillows.

Inspired by this sudden, and probably brief, lapse in his self control, I darted my tongue out to lick a small circle on his hip before blowing on it gently. I didn’t even have to lying on his chest to feel his deep, guttural growl this time. I breathed in the sound, my euphoria from a few minutes ago returning, albeit in a different form. The air between us was much less playful now. Instead of laughter, the air around us seemed charged with electricity that was already sending thrills through me.

Seeing he was sufficiently distracted so that wouldn’t tell me to slow down again, I reached for the clasp of his pants as swiftly as I could. My fingers fumbled on the clasp and his cool hands covered mine before I could get it fully open. His dark golden irises were fixed intently on mine now and he gently moved my hands away.

To my surprise, he undid the clasp himself and pulled his zipper down, revealing his dark blue boxers beneath. My breath caught as he took my hands and placed them silently on his waistband, giving them a little push, clearly wanting me to take them off myself. I licked my lips nervously and hooked my fingers around both his pants and boxers and tugged them down slowly, revealing his perfection inch by devastating inch.

When his pants pooled around his ankles, I gave them a final yank, sending them sliding soundlessly to the floor. I swallowed, unable for a moment, to look up at him again, knowing that he would be completely and totally revealed to me in a matter of seconds.

“Bella…” he pleaded softly and my eyes darted up on cue to meet his. I swallowed as his full glory was spread out before me and had to blink to force myself to look into his eyes and not at other prominent body parts.

I crawled myself back up to him from where I was perched on the edge of the bed after removing his last items of clothing and lay down next to him, not wanting to climb back on top of him just yet. Instead, I hugged myself to him and his mouth melded against mine gently. He had apparently regained at least some of his careful composure and I felt a small stab of disappointment that he was able to be so unruffled at a time like this.

“Edward,” I mumbled breathlessly against his lips, desperate for air. He uttered a soft noise in the back of his throat to indicate he was listening before continuing his flurry of intoxicating kisses that made me feel like I could forget everything, including my name, if he kept them up. “I want you to make love to me,” I whispered, barely able to make out my own words, but I knew he could hear every one of them perfectly.

His lips stopped their trail of fiery caresses and he sighed against my skin, sending the most delicious chill through my body. His hand brushed through my hair for a moment before he agreed softly, “Only if you’re absolutely sure.”

“I’ve always been sure,” I reminded him gently, smiling as best I could. I took his hand in mine and guided it to the last barrier between us. The lacy piece of fabric that Alice had insisted was underwear this morning. He smiled as he took the lace in his fingers and rubbed it against my skin. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning aloud at the feel of his fingers brushing through the very thin fabric that covered the already sensitive skin.

He pulled them down in one fluid motion and in the same moment, kissed me, harder than he ever had before. His tongue begged for access to my mouth and tangled there with mine. I was careful to obey his rules of not being too aggressive my own kisses, but happy to oblige him as he bent the rules for himself.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and pulled his body to mine, his coolness was like a balm to my burning skin. My hips pressed against his, eager of their own volition, and I was already having trouble breathing properly as I took small gasps of air in between his kisses. His hands caught my hips and his fingers dug into them for a brief moment before he plunged himself into me.

I gasped at the unexpected degree of pain and he was there, showering me with kisses as my body adjusted to the icy firmness that was now clenched inside it. I breathed heavily against his shoulder, burying my head in the crook of his neck and trying not to cry out in pain as he kept almost completely still.

“Are you alright?” he asked. He sounded as if he was in just as much pain as me. I nodded quickly and swallowed my tears with a strained throat. I let out a gusty sigh and rocked my hips against his slowly, trying to ease the pain. He picked up my rhythm and slowly began to move inside of me.

The pain faded with each of his careful thrusts and I began to move with him soon enough. Our bodies moved together as we’d known each in this way for years instead of only just minutes. His hands cupped my breasts, gently rolling them in his fingers, as he increased his pace.

I felt a pressure building up inside me and urged him on instinctively. I tugged at his hair and my fingernails scraped along his skin where they met slight resistance with his hard skin. I cried out loudly when I felt the sudden release burst through my veins and I felt him shudder against me. He kissed me roughly for a split second before collapsing on the bed beside me, both of us spent. I leaned over him, kissing him everywhere I could reach and he held me firmly against his body in return but neither of us spoke. There was nothing that added to the moment.

The next morning when I awoke by his side, he had made careful stock of every small injury I seemed to sustain from the night before. But I didn’t care much about my bruised hips and torn fingernails and laughed when he was truly concerned about them.

“Bella, you’re lucky a few bruises is all you have,” he scolded me as I laughed freely at his concern. I fell against the pillows beside him, unable to swallow the grin that had taken its place on my face. “What can you possibly be laughing at?”

“I was just…thinking,” I said evasively, twirling my hair in front of my face for a moment. His hands reached out and brushed the strand I was playing with behind my ear. I pouted for a split second before turning my eyes on him again. “Anyways…I was just thinking that I’m feeling a bit cold right now and I think I am in serious need of a little more warming up.”

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A/N: This is the last, final chapter. I mean it this time. ;-) I never expected to get such an amazing response from you all, especially because this is not only the first Twilight fic I wrote, but it’s the first smut I’ve ever even attempted. So to have you all respond so wonderfully and kindly was just…well, amazing. You guys make my heart skip a bit with every review. Thank you for the great experience and I hope you guys will all check out my other Twilight fics that I have on this site.