The morning light was warm, spilling into the room through the light beige curtains, tinting it a warm, light yellow. Edward hadn't slept all night, his eyes were bloodshot and tired, and even the faintest light could make them sting. He had no desire to get up, his manhood was erect and a gush of pleasure flowed from his lower body. All night long, he had fought an internal battle with himself and had tried very hard to resist the temptation of Bella and her intoxicating scent.

She was now lying beside him, enjoying a peaceful sleep. He turned on his side, resting his head in his hands, watching her....