Edward Cullen
@divinementalist
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http://Foreverimmortal.weebly.com 07-12-2012 00:33:07
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- #Alice. Hiding from Isabella M. Cullen is completely different. She's tried everything to get me to break. She even tried keeping sex from -
- me, but I know Isabella M. Cullen craves me just as badly as I do her. After all these years, I still need her touch. I'm still addicted to -
- my wife. So it's hard for either of us to stay away from each other. So each time Isabella M. Cullen begins to ask me questions, my body -
- answers. It's cruel, but Isabella M. Cullen tends to bite her lip and it never fails to remind me of her human days. I can still visualize -
- the way Isabella M. Cullen skin would flush and brighten. I don't need more than that to make me want her. So when she stands in the door -
- was reading. My smirk cannot be hidden though. I raise a brow still not looking at Isabella M. Cullen as she calls my name. It's not until -
- Isabella M. Cullen sits across my lap) My day was good. How was yours? (Okay, a new game. I'll try it)
(Turning my head, I nuzzle my nose against Isabella M. Cullen cheek. Trailing it along her jaw, I inhale deeply. Although her blood no longer -
- lingers or gives off its mouth watering scent, Isabella M. Cullen still smells sweet) I could. (Closing the book on my lap, I set it down -
- on the end table next to me. Pulling my face from where I had begun to nuzzle against Isabella M. Cullen's neck) Would you like to go now, -
- or we could go and see if Alice would like to go with you Isabella M. Cullen?
(Vivid images of rough kisses, panted breaths, and a hunt that never took place cross my mind with Isabella M. Cullen's touch. I remember that-
- hunt well because I had to hunt again the next day. Alone. With the images gone, I smirk at Isabella M. Cullen before I quickly stand up. -
- Holding my hand out for Isabella M. Cullen, I raise a brow) Shall we go?
(I nod and pull Isabella M. Cullen's ring finger to my lips, kissing both before I squeeze her hand) Sure. We haven't been there in a while. -
- (I start walking backwards, twining Isabella M. Cullen and my fingers loosely as I do) We could always go for a midnight hunt after the -
- meadow. (I look Isabella M. Cullen up and down slowly. I love that my wife hasn't changed. She's still wears her jeans and t-shirts, they -
- just cling tighter to Isabella M. Cullen curves. The permanent personification of beauty. I know my eyes are darkening, but this time it's -