**Chapter 1: Moonlit Desires**

The warm sand shifted beneath Isabella's feet as she gazed out at the turquoise waters of the Bora Bora lagoon. She couldn't believe she was finally here, on her dream honeymoon, with the love of her life, Edward Cullen. The thatched roof of their overwater bungalow seemed to blend seamlessly into the palm trees swaying in the breeze. It was as if they were in a private paradise. Edward's arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as he gazed out at the ocean with her. His eyes, however, told a different story. They gleamed with a hunger that made Isabella's heart skip a beat. She knew that look; it was one she'd grown accustomed to over the years, yet it still made her blush. As they stood there, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the island. Edward's grip on her tightened, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "I think it's time we made our escape," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. Isabella's eyes met his, and she saw the unmistakable arousal burning within them. She felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness. They'd been married for a few days now, and Edward had been...restless. As they made their way back to their bungalow, the air grew thick with tension. Edward's pace quickened, his long strides forcing Isabella to hurry to keep up. She laughed, feeling a little breathless, and he caught her, spinning her into his arms. The door to their bungalow slid open, and Edward swept her inside, his lips crashing down on hers. Isabella's back hit the cool wood of the wall as he devoured her mouth, his hunger evident in every touch. Their lips parted for a moment, and Isabella gasped, her eyes locking onto Edward's. "I love you," she whispered, her voice trembling. Edward's response was a low, husky chuckle. "I love you, too, my wife," he whispered, his fingers tracing the edge of her wedding dress. "And I aim to show you just how much, every day, for the rest of our lives." With a gentle touch, he guided her toward the massive bed, its crisp white linens inviting. Isabella felt her heart racing, anticipation building in her chest. She knew what was coming, and she was both eager and a little intimidated. Edward's eyes seemed to burn brighter, his pupils dilating as he reached for the hem of her dress. "Tonight, my love," he whispered, his voice rough with desire, "I want to show you the true meaning of forever."