“It’s okay, love, you’re fine. I’m here.” I was trying to ease her. “Did te have another nightmare? It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real.”
“Not a nightmare.” She shook her head, scrubbing the back of hand against her eyes.
“It was a good dream.” Her voice broke again. I was completely confused. Then why are these tears building again in her eyes and falling?
“Then why are te crying?” I asked, bewildered.
“Because I woke up,” She wailed, wrapping her arms around my neck, getting closer to me. I felt her uneven gasps on my throat. It was out of logic, what she was saying. I laughed once, but without humor. Her heartbeat was accelerated and wasn’t becoming any slower. Her breathing was burning my cold skin.
“Everything’s all right, Bella. Take deep breaths.” I tried to calm her down. But then she gasped again and I felt a trembling of her voice:
“It was so real,” She cried. “I wanted it to be real.”
“Tell me about it,” I urged. What was that dream about that was making my precious Bella so unhappy? “Maybe that will help.”
“We were on the beach. . . .” She trailed off, pulling herself back to look into my eyes. She stared at me and didn’t continue. One look into her eyes made my silent cuore burn in pain. She was so hurt, her eyes full of pain and sadness. It was the look I didn’t see since I returned to her. I couldn’t wait any longer, looking into her deep Cioccolato eyes full of tears.
“And?” I finally prompted. She blinked the tears out of eyes. “Oh, Edward . . .” Her voice, broken was making me feel agony. My God? What was that?
“Tell me, Bella,” I pleaded. I was so torn with her sadness that I couldn’t keep my voice calm – it was full of worry.
She looked into my eyes for a long moment and suddenly she leaned closer, pulling her arms tight around my neck and I felt her burning soft lips on mine. The feeling mixed in my head. The lust that I was trying to calm down all night long filled my body, the worry about my Amore was screaming in a loud voice. I couldn’t help my hands that instinctively locked around her and I kissed her with passion. But after a moment I stoped myself. We can’t do that again. If I allow her to baciare me once più – I won’t be able to stop myself and she’ll be hurt again. I struggled with her as gently as I could, holding her away, grasping her shoulders.
“No, Bella,” I insisted, looking at her. My worry returned again. What was happening to her? She was so upset with some dream, that she started crying. Maybe it was something about this place without another people, o Volturi were disturbing her again in her dreams…But she started something about the beach. Did she see somebody dead, o something?... But her baciare told me più than words what was making her so unhappy. Her arms dropped, and new tears started streaming down her cheeks. I heard her sobs. I stared at her with confused, anguished eyes.
“I’m s-s-s-orry,” She mumbled. In this moment I have to be sorry most of all. She’s so unhappy because of me. I can’t give her this. I pulled her closer to me and put my arms tight around her.
“I can’t, Bella, I can’t!” I was agonizing.
“Please,” She said, against my cold chest. “Please, Edward?”
I couldn’t hear that pain in Bella’s voice any more. I felt her warm body, pressed to mine and her intense scent, filling y lungs. I knew that she couldn’t wait any longer and so did I. The need was just unbearable in that moment. I was hesitant for a moment, and then I covered her lips with mine with a passionate kiss. I moved my hands down her back and felt some cloth, covering her skin. I turned Bella to her back, never breaking the baciare and my hands with one sposta tore that lacy thing on Bella.