My hand- icily cold for some reason- shot to cling the headboard of my bed as his mouth captured mine in a hungry, unforgiving kiss. I know I whimpered, in the moment I hated the weakness it portrayed, but it seemed to arouse him further. It even won me a growl. This was new. Unexpected territory. His caramel scent intoxicated me.
On my knees at the very top of the bed, his body mirrored mine, his knees crumpling my revision sheets. My tongue managed to flick against one, slippery tooth of his, his hand gripped my wrist as his nose silked down and up my throat. I sensed his thirst, his desire.
I heard a squeak in my nose as I breathed quickly, felt our breath meet gracefully like interlocking fingers between our slightly quivering lips.
"You know why..." he whispered, darkly. I shivered. "You know why this can't happen."
I nodded my head, panting as his fingertips danced up and down my forearm, his forehead inclined onto my shoulder. Something had obviously shifted inside him, something that had impelled him to fly through my window this late at night and shock me with this intimacy, this passionate possession. I suddenly felt very aware of my breasts as they rose and fell under my black t-shirt.
I swallowed and stroked the tip of my nose around his ear, taking the chance to kiss behind it, then letting his feathery hair tickle it. I laughed quietly, nervously. I heard him breathe out a little laugh too, the seriousness dissipating as his body relaxed and his hands held my back delicately.
"So what happened?" I asked, carefully letting my lips brush his ear, not sure whether he was still in his dangerous place. His exhale came out hiss-like and it was encouraging to feel him shiver.
"I was reminded how fragile this relationship could be... how you could be... taken..." The sound of his voice was the very soul of poetry, but the context infuriated me nonetheless.
"Edward, I'm yours," I interrupted immediately. He drew back, no part of him touching me now. His hands were cradled in his lap, his head still bowed. I huffed then moved forward and pushed him down, no patience for tentative behaviour. He couldn't expect to attract me like that then have me maintain nun-innocence. He seemed relatively shocked, though his hands were already in place on my elbows to restrict me. I gave him a warning look and his hold lessened a little. Leaning down, I thought I caught his eyes flit to my chest then back to my eyes and I smiled before kissing him softly and letting my hair fall around our faces like the leaves of a weeping willow. "Yours to do whatever you please with..." My hands touched his chest and I revelled in the way I felt him instinctively stiffen his abdomen. I wasn't straddling him, but the temptation to was palpable, so much so that we were sat back up in a flash and before I knew it, Edward was straightening his jacket as he stood by the window.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he beamed, though I still saw the slight insanity in his butterscotch eyes. He ran a hand through his fiery copper hair before disappearing through the window.
"Edward, wait!"
With a faint whoosh, he reappeared.
"What is it?" he asked, still smiling. But his mania was still there.
"Help me... with this essay?"
I wanted him to calm down before he went anywhere.
Before he went to "speak" to a man about a "dog". Whatever Jacob had done to wind Edward up, I was fairly certain violence seemed necessary to him, which was highly uncharacteristic of Edward and therefore led me to believe it was something highly significant.