"I'm not fucking strong enough," Edward breathed, his hand tangled in Bella's hair. "I'm not fucking strong enough to do what I need to do. To leave you alone."
He tugged. She moaned.
"Don't moan," he demanded. "I can't possibly pull away if you're going to do that."
"Then stop fucking tugging," she scolded, her lips dangerously close to his.
"No."
Another tug.
"Quit it," she whispered. His fingers knotted with her curls, and cupped the back of her head. She leaned in. He moved back.
"I'm going to kiss you now," he rasped, breathing in the painfully feminine scent that lingered in her hair. Outwardly, he gave a tremble, but his interior was as smooth as glass. "Because I'm a fucking selfish prick and I need this."
The protest he expected never came.
Amber eyes fixed, he moved in and took her bottom lip in his teeth gently.