Beyond the Dawn (Life and Death, Book II)

4. FOREVERMORE

Edythe had always thought of herself as being a creature belonging to the shadowy world of ghosts and demons. But of course, I'd always maintained that she belonged here in what felt more like an endless fairy tale—one that I miraculously got written into. Staying in this private beach house with her wasn't at all like real life. I'd stepped into the fairy tale.

Edythe had shown me all the rooms of the house, which was much larger than I would have thought from the outside. I flipped the warm lights on as we went. This place had the same familiar pale color scheme as the Cullen house. It felt like home.

"There should be a closet through those double doors. Carine made sure the maids stock-piled it since we didn't bring any luggage," she told me.

I almost started to feel bad that Archie had gone through the trouble of packing luggage we'd end up ditching. But, then again, I hadn't asked for it. He shouldn't have been over=zealous to force me into high fashion.

Edythe didn't even glance in the direction of the closet. Her arms curled under me, and she inhaled deeply as she moved her lips slowly up my neck stopping beneath my ear. I caught her mood in an instant, and I turned my face down, pulling hers to mine.

Apparently, she hadn't had enough. Because she gripped my hair with a sudden fierceness, and she stifled a low moan. All over again, the fire raced through me, and she couldn't seem to close the space between us fast enough.

Memories of last night flooded through my mind; I wanted a repeat. I wanted to hear my name from her exasperated lips over and over.

It almost felt rude to keep ignoring that massive white bed, but it looked like we still weren't going to make it that far.

I had to remind myself that, as a newborn vampire, I was temporarily stronger than she was. But I found it was hard to concentrate through the heat of it. For a change, I worried that I was going to end up hurting her.

It was hard to tell if I did hurt her because she didn't complain. In the back of my mind, I started to realize the predicament we were in. We would never get tired, out of breath, need to sleep, nor eat... nothing at all to interrupt our activities. No more of the mundane needs of human life.

She was the most beautiful goddess in the history of existence, and I had her all to myself. I almost didn't believe it, like I would blink at any moment and it would all vanish.

Despite that fear, I couldn't imagine that there would ever be a point where I would think, Okay, I've had enough of this for one day.

I would always want more... She would always want more. So I kept running into the same conclusion... How did we ever stop? Needless to say, it didn't bother me one bit that I hadn't the slightest idea.

I knew when the sun was beginning to rise again, first because Edythe's skin started to glimmer subtly. I looked up to finally see how the light painted the room differently.

After what we had just done, it was crazy idiotic to have any doubts, yet the uncertainty of what she really thought of me burned in the back of my mind. I knew that when I'd been human, that desire was there for her. But did it still carry over the same for her now? Did all the lust for blood translate totally into actual lust?

Would she even have wanted me if she'd met me as her equal?

"Do you ever miss it?" I asked her.

"Miss what, Beau?" She almost seemed irritated that I had put a halt to our activities.

"The old me. The warmth, the smell... the constant desire and temptation. From my point of view, I have gained it all, but it seems like you've sort of lost a little bit of something in the process."