Please, please, please let this moment never end.

I never thought I'd experience something so profound, so moving, so utterly perfect.

We were as one, literally and figuratively. I couldn't tell where my skin ended and his began.

And yet I still needed to have him closer.

His body was so very warm and he smelled so damn good. He kissed me and I sucked him in, feeling drunk from his sweet breath. His hands were all over me, touching, caressing, stroking, but it still wasn't enough.

It would never be enough.

Pushing, pulling, rubbing, sliding, thrusting, kissing, sucking, biting, licking.

Fucking.

Clutching him harder, I felt that glorious pulsating sensation start to build.

He could feel it too.

"It feels so good, doesn't it?" he whispered into my mouth. "Let go Bella, let go," he coaxed.

"Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward," I chanted over and over, our mouths still touching, moans and groans and grunts and an occasional "fuck" spilling from his lips.

His eyes grew desperate and he held me tighter, pulled me closer and this new-found friction shoved me over the edge and I cried out and shuddered around him.

With one last thrust and a strangled cry, his body stilled, his head dropped to my shoulder and I held him tightly as he released inside me.

I wouldn't let him go, wouldn't let him roll off me—I welcomed his weight, his sweat and his closeness.

The moment was passing and my heart broke a little at this realization.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I forced back the tears, but Edward heard and he lifted his head to look at me.

Resting his forehead on mine, he said quietly, "I love you."

I knew then that this was not the end, but rather the beginning of a lifetime of moments.