(AN: This is my first Fanfiction story for Twilight ever, I hope you enjoy it. Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the character!)

BPOV

His icy arms tightened around me, and his lips were at my ear; his cool breath made me shiver. "This is unbearable. So many things I've wanted to give you – and this is what you decide to demand. Do you have any idea how painful it is, trying to refuse you when you plead with me this way?"

"Then don't refuse," I suggested breathlessly.

He didn't respond.

"Please," I tried again.

"Bella…" He shook his head slowly, but it didn't feel like a denial as his face, his lips, moved back and forth across my throat. It felt more like surrender. My heart, racing already, spluttered frantically.

Again, I took what advantage I could. When his face turned toward mine with the slow movement of his indecision, I twisted quickly in his arms till my lips reached his. His hands seized my face, and I thought he was going to push me away.

I was wrong.

His mouth was not gentle; there was a brand-new edge of conflict and desperation in the way his lips moved. I locked my arms around his neck, and, to my suddenly overheated skin, his body felt colder than ever. I trembled, but it was not from the chill.

He didn't stop kissing me. I was the one who had to break away, gasping for air. Even his lips did not leave my skin, they just moved to my throat. The thrill of victory was a strange high; it made me feel powerful. Brave. My hands weren't unsteady now; I got through with the buttons on his shirt this time easily, and my fingers traced the perfect planes of his icy chest. He was too beautiful. What was the word he's used just now? Unbearable – that was it. His beauty was too much to bear…

I pulled his mouth back to mine, and he seemed just as eager as I was. One of his hands still cupped my face, his other arm was tight around my waist, straining me closer to him. It made it slightly more difficult as I tried to reach the front of my shirt, but not impossible.

Cold iron fetters locked around my wrists, and pulled my hands above my head, which was suddenly on a pillow.

His lips were at my ear again. "Bella," he murmured, his voice warm and velvet. "Would you please stop trying to take your clothes off?"

"Do you want to do that part?" I asked, confused.

(AN: This is no longer from Eclipse…. well it's Eclipse but not the way it was written by SM!)

"How much do you like that shirt?" He questioned me in a different, amused tone.

"Edward, what are you talking about?" I said as I tried to slow down my already ragged breathing."

"This shirt, it's not that important to you?" He smirked.

"I guess not." I replied breathlessly.

His lips found mine, and before I could force a response out of my already confused state, he started to kiss my neck. The way he kissed was too persuasive. He trailed kisses up and down from my shoulder to my jaw, nibbling at my neck. I wasn't far from hyperventilating, but I didn't want him to stop.

I tried to put two and two together, but his question made no sense to me. Why would he care if I like my shirt? Before I could think of an answer by myself, he had bitten my shirt and torn a 6-inch cut into it, exposing my blue, lacy bra.

(AN: There you go! Please review so that I know people are reading this!! Thank you!)