"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.
