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After the first time Edward brings her to an orgasm, Bella doesn't know how to act around him. Is she supposed to be shy? Bold? What she really wants is to snuggle up to him and ask him to go down on her again...except he's smirking one second and kissing her tenderly the next and something tells her he already knows she wants an encore performance.
"Screamer, huh?" he teases before leaning forward to graze her forehead.
"We all have our tragic flaws."
He shifts over to lie next to her, head balanced on his arm, piercing gaze burning a hole through her skull. He's fully clothed, she's completely naked, and this should feel awkward but it doesn't. Not when he's staring at her as if she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
"What do you think mine is?" he asks, amusement gone, a sudden somber look on his face that makes her heart quiver and stomach tremble.
She doesn't know what he wants to hear, so she tells him the only thing that's in her heart. "You talk too much." Pulling him closer, she runs her fingers through his soft hair before trailing down his back. "And you don't kiss enough."
"Really?" he sneers.
"But I know how to fix that," she murmurs before closing her mouth over his.
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