Wow! I got so many awesome reviews on part 1! Thank you all so much! As promised, here is part 2 of Edward and Bella's first night of making love on Isle Esme. :]

WARNING: MAJOR LEMONS! This contains very sexual material.

Something began to build up, and I realized that it had been building up the whole time without me noticing. A new feeling overtook my penis and soon, I was no longer in control. I shut my eyes and groaned louder than I had groaned all night. My hands flailed wildly around, hitting things that I had no intention of hitting. My body pounded against Bella's and I felt venom flood through my mouth.

No. NO. NO!

I knew what was happening. I was reaching my climax, my orgasm. I felt so out of control. What was I going to do? It was coming so fast, I didn't have many options. So I bit down on the first thing I saw that wasn't alive; a pillow.

I heard the rip as my teeth tore into the fabric, but Bella was too distracted from pleasure to hear it. I shut my eyes tight as I ripped the pillow to shreds, feathers and bits of down flying everywhere. My hands pounded the bed, and I groaned so loud that it made Bella moan as well. My climax was almost at its peak, and my body was ready for it to take me, for the pleasure to be too much. My hands continued to wildly hit the bed and smack bits of skin.

Wait... skin?

Realization hit me, sending terror through my body. Skin. Bella was the only one here with soft, warm skin. And that's what I was hitting. No. NO! But I couldn't stop. The pleasure had now taken over, and my penis felt its release coming close. I bit down hard on another pillow and tried to keep my hands still. I was hurting Bella, and all she could do was moan. Did she not realize? Not feel that I was hurting her?

I felt my orgasm then. My body shuddered and my face pushed deeper into the pillows. Bella almost screamed as my semen rushed through her, and my penis thrusted faster into her. My name was yelled out into the night, and her fingers pulled on my hair lightly as I climaxed. Even though I knew she was hurt, and even though I knew we should stop right now... I couldn't help but bask in how beautiful and perfect this moment was.

"I love you." I moaned in her ear, and she just whimpered in pleasure.

After my penis had released its seed inside of her, we both lay still, exhausted. Even I, a vampire, had a difficult time catching my breath. My penis stayed inside of her vagina, and I felt Bella soon shudder as her orgasm took over. I felt the warm trickle of liquid fall down my penis as she climaxed, and then we were both too worn out to continue. I buried my face further into the pillows.

We lay there for a few minutes, breathing in and out until we were relaxed. I felt Bella's hand on my penis and I slowly pulled it out of her vagina. She rubbed the tip gently with her fingertips and another tiny squirt of semen flew onto her stomach.

"Sorry." I breathed, leaning my hand forward and wiping it off.

I pulled my face away from the pillows to look into her eyes. She continued to tenderly rub my penis.

I knew for a fact that my semen would have no effect on her body. Vampires did not carry the gene to create babies. Sure, I carried semen, but it would never be able to conjoin with Bella and make a child. For that, at the moment, I was grateful. But when she was a vampire... it would be a bit disappointing that we would never be able to have a child.

I brought my hand to her vagina and rubbed lightly, just so she could feel the pleasure she was giving me. I kissed her lips lightly, never wanting this romantic moment to end.

"Edward..." she murmured, her eyes almost closed.

"Yes, love?" I whispered, rubbing a bit faster.

"That was so perfect." she whimpered, leaning her face closer to mine. "Exactly like I imagined it..."

I smiled and kissed her neck, trailing my lips down to her breast. I sucked her nipple and continued to pleasure her vagina.

"I'm tired..." she breathed, letting go of my penis.

"Sleep, my Bella." I whispered, pulling my hand away from her vagina and reaching up to cradle her face. "You can sleep in as late as you want tomorrow. I'll be right beside you, no matter what."

She smiled. "One more kiss." she requested, pulling my face up to hers.

I chuckled and placed a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. My hands roamed her body and caressed her stomach.

"I think I've already told you this, but I'll tell you again." I breathed in her ear. "Your body is so breathtaking."

"You're not too bad yourself." she teased quietly, and her hand brushed against my penis again.

"Goodnight, Isabella. I'll love you forever." were my last words.

And then she was asleep. I kissed her nose and carefully pulled myself off of her so I could lay beside her. I played with a strand of her hair and watched a few beads of sweat trickle down her forehead. I wiped them off and kissed her temple.

Now it was time to survey the damage. She must not be hurt, or else she would have been screaming. I saw a tear slip from her eye, but I'm sure that was from the pleasure, not from pain. I pulled my body up, looking down at my penis first. It was throbbing delicately, and I touched it lightly. That had been inside of her. Connected to Bella. Penetrating and giving her pleasure beyond belief. I smiled slightly and watched as it slowly began to droop, my erection fading.

My gaze fell to Bella's body, and I almost gasped. There were marks. Red marks. All over her skin. There were a few on her breasts, her chest, her stomach... there were a lot on her arms and there was one near her vagina. I was pretty sure that was from my penis or finger though. I noticed a large mark on her left thigh, and a few light marks on her legs.

It was painful to look at, and even more painful to know that I had hurt her. I had caused these red marks, and they would be bruises in the morning, laid out for me to see. How was I going to be able to live with myself?

This was a bad idea. It was romantic and beautiful, but it was too dangerous. I would not be able to make love to her again until she was a vampire. That was it. She was hurt, and it was all my fault.

I closed my eyes in grief and rolled onto my back to stare at the ceiling. I listened as the waves outside continued to splash against the land, and the sound of the breeze in the trees almost relaxed me. It was still very warm, so I got up and walked over to the big glass doors, not daring to look back again and see the damage I had caused to Bella. I unlatched them and pulled them open, the breeze flying through and ruffling my hair.

I had to speak to someone. Now. Carlisle, Emmett, Jasper, anybody. I had to plan out my next move, how I would explain to Bella that this had been a bad idea. Would she be angry when she found out how much pain I had caused her? When she would see the black and blue bruises covering her body?

I walked back over to the bed and my eyes fell to her naked body once again. It pained me beyond belief to see her like that. Though her eyes were closed, and she looked peaceful enough, I knew that in the morning she would be hurting. Sore.

I grabbed my cell phone from the dresser and dialed Carlisle's number. I needed his guidance, his reassurance that everything would be alright.

"Hello?" he answered after the first ring.

I looked at Bella. I knew it would be best for me to leave the room so I wouldn't wake her up... but I didn't want to leave her. I sat beside her and took a deep breath. I could speak quietly enough that she wouldn't wake.

"It's me." I whispered, and I realized how hoarse and rough my voice sounded.

"Is everything alright?" he replied, worry in his voice. "Is Bella okay?"

I sighed. "Not entirely."

There was silence as he waited for me to explain my answer. I took another deep breath.

"I hurt her." I whispered into the receiver. "We made love and I hurt her."

"How badly is she harmed?" he asked frantically, and I could hear the sudden terror in his voice.

"Nothing's broken or anything like that." I reassured him. "But I hit her a few times by accident. She's covered in red marks..." I broke off, my voice cracking.

"In what areas?" he asked, relief slightly appearing in his voice.

"Mostly on her arms and legs. There's a few on her breasts but that might be from..." I trailed off, not wanting to go into the obvious.

He understood what I meant. My lips had probably done some slight damage to Bella's nipples, but she had been in pleasure when I had sucked on them, so I didn't think they were hurt badly.

"Is she awake?" Carlisle continued.

"No. She fell asleep about ten or fifteen minutes ago. She's worn out." I sighed.

Carlisle chuckled. "Did it live up to your expectations?" he asked.

"Yes." I breathed. "It was... perfect. Except for the fact that I hurt her."

"I'm sure she will be fine, Edward. There's no need to feel guilty." he reassured me.

"But I do." I murmured, my eyes falling to Bella's face. "Carlisle, I could have killed her. My own wife." I shuddered.

"It will be fine, son." he repeated, his tone soft and kind. "I'm sure it was great your first try."

"I don't want to try again until she's immortal." I said flatly. "I will not hurt her anymore."

Carlisle sighed and I gently began to caress Bella's cheek with my fingertip. She smiled in her sleep and leaned forward into my hand.

"Would you like to speak with Emmett or Jasper? Or are you not finished speaking with me?" he questioned, a smile in his voice. "I'm sure they would like to hear all about it."

I rolled my eyes. "No. That's okay. I'm going to lie down beside Bella and at least try to relax."

"Alright. Call again if you need anything else. You can talk to me about anything." he told me gently.

"Thank you." I breathed, and then I hung up.

I laid the phone back on the dresser and I flopped onto the bed beside Bella. She automatically grabbed a firm hold of me and I moved closer to her, kissing the top of her head.

"Edward..." she murmured, nuzzling her face into my neck. "I love you... Edward..."

I smiled and went back to playing with her hair. She continued to talk in her sleep, saying my name over and over again. I closed my eyes and wished I could sleep. So I could lean against her and dream about her. Involuntarily, her legs twisted around mine and she crawled on top of me. Her head pressed against my chest and she murmured a few unintelligible words. I gently caressed her lower back, being careful not to touch her bruises.

"I'm sorry." I whispered into the darkness, and I traced circles and patterns on her back until morning. My thoughts couldn't stray away from the guilt of how much I'd hurt her.

The red marks on her skin began to turn blue as time passed. I watched in horror, as I realized that there were more than I had thought there were. I shut my eyes tightly and breathed in and out, trying to calm myself. I was absolutely disgusted with myself, and the guilt continued to grow whenever a new patch of blue appeared on her naked body.

I knew she was awake when I felt her eyelashes flutter against my chest. I continued to trace patterns on her skin, holding back the sudden urge to apologize over and over again. She was awake, but she did not completely open her eyes. Obviously trying to prolong this moment. She was probably already feeling the sore spots.

Her arms tightened around me but her eyes stayed closed. Her face turned over for a moment, and I saw with shock that a bruise was spread across one of her cheekbones. And her lips were swollen from where I had passionately kissed her. She continued to breathe in and out, and I was shocked that she wasn't crying in pain.

The sound of her quiet laughter suddenly broke the silence and I looked down at her.

"What's funny?" I murmured, my eyes gazing at her.

Her stomach growled again as if to answer my question. "You just can't escape being human for very long." she sighed.

I didn't laugh. I was too guilty and pained to laugh. I knew she was hurt, in pain. She was probably just trying not to hurt my feelings. That hurt me even more. I looked up at the ceiling, trying to relax again but failing terribly. She propped her head up on her elbow and her breath tickled my chin.

"Edward." she said, a catch in her throat that sounded strange, "what is it? What's wrong?"

I guessed that my face showed the pain I felt for her. Why was she asking such a silly question? Did she not feel the soreness of the bruises I had given her yet?

"You have to ask?" I said, my voice hard.

I looked down and saw that her forehead was crinkled. She obviously was thinking about something. I felt even more frustrated and pained when the wrinkles didn't disappear. I moved my hand forward and smoothed them out with my finger. Much better.

"What are you thinking?" I whispered.

I was dying to know. Was she in pain? Was she fine? But that wouldn't make any sense...

"You're upset. I don't understand. Did I...?" she didn't finish.

What was she talking about? How could she not see how much I had hurt her? Feel the ache of the bruises?

"How badly are you hurt, Bella? The truth- don't try to downplay it." I said seriously.

That would be the exact thing she would do. Try and downplay it so that I wouldn't feel guilty. Well, it was too late. I already felt the guiltiest I had ever felt before.

"Hurt?" she squeaked, and her voice was genuinely surprised.

That caught me off guard and I raised my eyebrow, my lips becoming a tight line.

"Why would you jump to that conclusion? I've never been better than I am now." she said, sounding a bit angry.

I shut my eyes. She was downplaying it, and there was no use. I knew that she was really in pain. How could she not be?

"Stop that." I groaned.

"Stop what?

"Stop acting like I'm not a monster for having agreed to this."

"Edward!" she whispered, upset. "Don't say that!"

What was wrong with her? Couldn't she just yell at me, or agree with me, or something? Why did her feelings always have to be the opposite? I closed my eyes tight in anger.

"Look at yourself, Bella. Then tell me I'm not a monster." I said through my teeth.

Her eyes fell to her body and she gasped. I shut my eyes tight, wishing that we could not do what we had done last night.

"Why am I covered in feathers?" her confused voice broke the suffocating silence.

I opened my eyes. That was she cared about? WHAT? I exhaled impatiently, I sounded sick.

"I bit a pillow. Or two. That's not what i'm talking about."

"You... bit a pillow? Why?" she was actually more concerned about that than the fact that I had hurt her.

I growled and grabbed her arm, stretching it out. "Look, Bella!" I groaned. "Look at that!"

And that's when she finally realized. Her eyes widened as she pressed in on one of the bruises on her arm. I brushed my fingers against it, trying to soothe it with my cold skin.

"Oh." she breathed.

There. She finally understood.

"I'm... so sorry, Bella." I whispered. "I knew better than this. I should not have-" a disgusted sound came from the back of my throat. "I am more sorry than I can tell you."

I threw my arm over my face, not wanting to see her reaction to my words. She would be angry, hurt. I was sure she was already about to start crying from the pain.

Insanity shortly followed. Bella explained about how she hadn't been sad at all until I had mentioned it, and that apparently I was "killing her buzz". And that was followed by her thinking we were going to try again, which led me to explain how I could have broken her bones.

"I didn't know what to expect- but I definitely did not expect how... how... just wonderful and perfect it was." she was whispering, her voice getting lower after each word. "I mean, I don't know how it was for you, but it was like that for me."

I was almost frozen at her words; shocked that she had come to that conclusion. I slowly eased her chin up with my finger.

"Is that what you're worried about?" I said through my teeth, afraid that my frustration would scare her. "That I didn't enjoy myself?"

I listened as she spoke of how she thought it wasn't the same feeling, hers and mine. She told me quietly about how it had been one of the best experiences of her life. I was frowning in utter confusion.

"It seems that I have more to apologize for." I sighed. "I didn't dream that you would construe the way I feel about what I did to you to mean that last night wasn't... well, the best night of my existence. But I don't want to think of it that way, not when you were..."

Her mouth turned up at the corners in an adorable smile. "Really? The best ever?" she asked in a small voice.

I explained to her how I had spoken to Carlisle, Emmett, and Jasper. How the pleasure had been wonderful and only second to drinking human blood. But it had been dangerous, and I hadn't deserved the faith Carlisle had put in me.

"It was different for us. Something more." I finished.

"It was more. It was everything." Bella breathed.

"That doesn't change the fact that it was wrong. Even if it were possible that you really did feel that way."

Her face scrunched up in confusion again. "What does that mean? Do you think I'm making this up? Why?"

"To ease my guilt. I can't ignore the evidence, Bella. Or your history of trying to let me off the hook when I make mistakes." I was getting angry again. Not a very good idea.

She grabbed my face and made a speech that I didn't even know she had in her. It almost made my heart melt, if it was possible of moving. Her words were chosen carefully, and her voice was controlled, yet firm. She was trying to plant the fact that she was happy into my brain. I wasn't buying it.

"I'm making you unhappy now." I whispered, touching the crease between her eyebrows. "I don't want to do that."

"Then don't you be unhappy. That's the only thing that's wrong here."

I took a deep breath. She seemed genuine enough, and I didn't want to upset her further. The past was behind us, and there was no way to undo it. There was no point in dwelling on it, as I explained to her. When I finished, her stomach started making funny noises. I knew what that meant.

"You're hungry." I stated, sliding out of the bed carefully.

Feathers were everywhere. In my hair, stuck to my arms and legs; I quickly shook them off.

"So, why exactly did you decide to ruin Esme's pillows?" Bella asked, sitting up slightly.

"I don't know if I decided to do anything last night." I muttered, pulling on my pants. "We're just lucky it was the pillows and not you." I shuddered at the thought, and Bella slid off the bed.

The sight before me was worse than it had been the last time I looked. Bruises were everywhere, black, blue, and yellow. She looked like she had gotten beaten up by a professional wrestler. I turned away, hissing. My fault. All my fault. My god damn fault.

"Do I look that hideous?" she she asked, still sounding cheerful. HOW THE HELL COULD SHE SOUND CHEERFUL?

I heard her footsteps as she walked to the bathroom. I turned back around and quietly followed suit, my eyes on her back. It was just as beaten up as the front of her body was. Her bum was covered in red spots, and for some reason, that embarrassed me. I think that had been done on purpose.

Once in the bathroom, we both stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her beautiful naked body, now covered in black and blue spots. I felt like gagging. I really was a monster.

She groaned and my arms wrapped around her, hoping she wasn't hurting too bad. The sight was probably disgusting her as well.

"Bella?" I breathed, needing to know if she was alright.

"I'll never get this all out of my hair!" she pointed at the mess of feathers lodged on top her head. Of all the ridiculous things to worry about... ugh.

"You would be worried about your hair." I mumbled, carefully plucking some from her hair.

I wanted to kiss her neck, to hold her like I had last night. In a way that showed how much I wanted her. But I couldn't. It was too dangerous.

"How did you keep from laughing at this? I look ridiculous." she asked in a frustrated voice.

You sound ridiculous. I didn't voice my opinions out loud. There was nothing funny about this whatsoever.

"This isn't going to work." she huffed, dropping her sore arms. "It's all dried in. I'm going to have to wash it out." she turned and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Do you want to help me?"

An image flashed through my mind. Me, washing Bella's hair in the shower, pressed up against her. Moving my hands slowly down and replacing the shampoo with soap. Gently spreading the soap all over he body. Her naked body. Slick and shiny... soft and wet... any part available for my lips to hungrily kiss...


I pulled away from her quickly, wanting those images out of my head. I couldn't do this again. Too dangerous.

"I'd better find some food for you." I said quietly, turning and walking out of the bathroom.

I was never going to hurt her again. And that was a promise. The her, and to myself.

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