Overpowered: (Starts on page 108 of Breaking Dawn)
As his lips moved feverishly with mine I tore at his clothes until they pooled to the ground. The lacy black negligee that Alice had bought for me was destroyed as Edward ripped it from my body. My nails dug into his stone cold skin. I needed him and he needed me, and that need for each other was in complete control of us now. The room flew by in a blur as he roughly pulled me to him and our positions changed. He was above me once again and his lips were upon mine in seconds. Our clothes were gone, our passion was strong and we were in too deep to turn back now so he pulled me in deeper.
Tears still trickled down my face from the wonderful dream I had woken from mere moments earlier, a dream that I was now living. Edward brushed his thumb across my cheek removing the water that streamed there, but I barely noticed. I was lost in him. His cool skin surrounded me and filled me. My legs curled around him, my toes twisted and my fingers grasped at his icy skin. The temperature difference between us only made it all that much more intense; made me notice every touch and sweet frosty breath that much more. Unlike our first encounter which had been filled with anticipation and uncertainty about what would come next this was an emotional and needful bond. I needed him like I needed air, needed him in every way and right now I had him in every way. I didn't care if I would be bruised and swollen once again in the morning, it would be worth it.
Edward had once told me that I was his own personal brand of Heroine, but what he didn't know was that he was also mine. I'd been craving for him since the moment we met. My craving grew until the first night we arrived here, until our first time. Then it turned into a full on addiction.