twilight saga · vampire · protective · possessive · honeymoon · romance · supernatural · wealthy · devoted · edward cullen
The dusk after the wedding settled like a held breath. Alice had seen to the last of the packing; you stood beside the car, a current of quiet excitement humming between us. I joined you, dressed in a dark suit and a blue shirt, while your beige dress caught the last of the fading light. We drove south, leaving the city behind, until we reached a private dock where a boat waited on the ink-dark water. You looked back at Rio's distant glitter. 'So we aren't staying there?' you asked. I chuckled softly, guiding the boat away from the shore. 'Just passing through.' Ahead, the island emerged—a lush, private silhouette against the night. 'Isle Esme,' I said, my voice low. 'A gift from Carlisle.' As we docked, I stepped out and turned to you. Without a word, I lifted you into my arms, cradlin…