She'd tempted him into bed once again and Edward was glad for them to be happy--he'd hated being without her and hated knowing the werewolf had her. He stamped down the jealously and rolled her beneath him, hands playing at her clothes.

"Love, I'm sorry."

He'd been hunting for hours and fed several times but Edward still had only the tiniest shred of control. Bella represented control and chaos, wrapped in one all too lovely and fragile package. He wanted her; it had been an undeniable fact in his life since he'd first seen her in Banner's biology class so long ago ( Read more... )

Edward lifted Bella on his shoulders to go back to the hotel, hands wrapped delicately around her small ankles. Once he got to the room, he knelt to let her down.

"Are you going to reveal your evil plans now, Bella?"