Chapter Thirty-One

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Disclaimer: None of this is mine, nor will it ever be (sigh). I like to play with the characters that Stephenie Meyers created and make them do pervy things or become angels with a bad attitude.

I'm thinking I'm going to stay with Bella for the next chapter. Let's just say, it's going to be a big chapter ...

Chapter Thirty-One


I woke up and I was sore. Muscles that hadn't been used were tight and my hips were not liking me, but I felt at peace. Behind me, Edward was curled around me, tracing my back. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice rough and raw.

"Tracing your ribs," he said. "And drawing on your back. Your skin is flawless, Bella. Like alabaster." I blushed and he chuckled. "I'll never tire of touching you, Bella." I turned my head, smiling at him. He was beauty and power and protection, wrapped up in a sexy package with a crooked smile, jade-colored eyes, bronze hair, tattooed skin and charcoal wings. "God, you floor me with how beautiful you are."

"You're delusional," I snorted, getting up and realizing that I was still naked. "Um ..."

Edward stood up and he was very much naked. He cupped my face with his hands. "Bella, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm honored that you shared yourself with me, giving me your virtue ..."

"You and I both know that my virtue is long gone," I said flatly.

"No, beautiful," he frowned. "What was taken from you was your innocence by those assholes who raped you. You saved your virtue and gave it freely, to me. Our making love was our choice, our decision. Yes, I was hesitant at first, but when all was said and done, we shared something so sacred and so beautiful, that I'll cherish it forever." He gathered me in his arms, holding me close and tucking me against his body with his wings. "Now, why don't we take a shower? Head back home?"

"I don't want to go back," I chuckled. "It was so quiet here. And I felt ..."

"Safe," he finished for me. I nodded, pouting deeply. "You'll get that back. I promise you, pretty Bella. For now, I just want to hold you and trace some more nonsensical designs on your skin."

"Maybe a tattoo?" I whispered.

"You want one?" he asked. My eyes widened as I nodded fervently. "Bad ass! What?"

"Wings," I cried. "Your wings protect me. I want my own, to, um, protect me. I know it's stupid ..."

"Not stupid, Bella. Definitely not," he said. "Let's take a shower and then we can go to a friend of mine who lives in Seattle."

"Another angel?" I asked.

"He's a cherub," Edward chuckled. "Total baby face and so cute, but covered, head-to-toe in tats. Does excellent work. He gave me my wings, but yours will be far more feminine. And he's a total bad ass when it comes to fighting minions. He'll probably want in on stopping Riley."

I snorted. He released me, calling his friend and I went to the bathroom. Edward joined me in the shower and took his time, washing my hair and caressing my skin, whispering his undying love for me. Our shower was not sexual, but still sensual. I was growing more comfortable with Edward's hands on my body and less wary that he'd hurt me like the monsters from my past. I'd probably always be hesitant when it came to having sex, making love, but I knew that Edward would always treat me with respect, with reverence and show me how much he loved me.

After a delicious breakfast, Edward drove us to a funky tattoo parlor. I was introduced to Alec, the baby-faced cherub, who would be tattooing me. He reminded me of Edward, being a little rough around the edges, but very kind, too. I was brought back to a private room and Alec told me to trust him when it came to my tattoo. I did. I knew that whatever he created, it would be beautiful. I spent the day sitting in the chair, getting wings tattooed to my back and down the sides of my hips. When Alec was done with one side, Edward healed them for me so I didn't need to deal with the salve and pain of the healing ink. At the base of my neck, Alec added a special surprise: a tattoo with my initials, along with Edward's. Once that was healed, Edward pressed a reverent kiss there. He paid for my ink, hugging Alec. They spoke quietly, in an ancient dialect that I didn't recognize and Alec frowned, but nodded.

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