Edward kissed her back, deeper and harder—as he cradled her soft jaw in his large hands—even more desperate.
Bella moaned into it his mouth, and he grunted, half carrying, half spinning her onto the couch, pressing her body down under his.
He pulled back smirking—his grin carved with a dimple on one side—and latched his mouth down on her neck like he was hungry for it.
He alternated with nipping, licking, sucking, and kissing before he repeated the pattern.
She threw her head back, and mumbled something under her breath as he tasted her soft flesh.