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I walk the short distance and stand before you.
This will be quick.
I want you so badly.
"Please, Edward." I'm not above begging.
I can see war raging in your eyes. "Bella, I-"
"Please, Edward," I repeat, cutting you off as I press my chest against yours and flatten my palms over your pecs. "Please."
Without another word, your lips crash into mine, your tongue seeking entrance, begging for more. It's a forceful, needy kiss as our mouths explore each other.
You groan as I palm your dick through your pants; you're hard for me already.
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