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Bella landed on top of him, their lips meeting in another kiss. His body felt spectacular underneath her, strong and tall where she was soft and small.
His hands roamed from her back to her butt, his breath hot against her mouth as he whispered.
"You're so beautiful, Bella…"
His lips were seeking out hers once more, their kisses becoming desperate and hungry. She had never felt such passion before; it was igniting sparks from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair.
Edward was intoxicating; his scent, the feel of his skin, soft and smooth in places, stubbly in others, his hair, his hands.
Bella pushed his T-shirt up his chest, peppering his skin with kisses, inhaling him. He answered with a low moan, helping her take the shirt off. His skin was warm, and he felt so… familiar, as if she'd smelled and tasted him like this before, as if they were meant to be this way.
"Baby… Bella, darling…"
He turned her around with him until he was on top, propping himself up on his elbows to keep his weight off her.
He looked delicious, his hair messier than usual, his cheeks slightly rosy.
She could feel him distinctly between her legs, and that, combined with the feeling of his weight, his naked skin under her fingers, made her heart race.
Cupping his face in her hands, she kissed him thoroughly before she gave him a chance to speak.
"Are you… are you sure you want this, my love?"
Green eyes full of hope and heat.
"Yes, Edward." She twined her legs around his waist and he groaned. "Don't you?"
"Of course I do," he whispered thickly. He kissed her neck and collarbone.
She caught his eyes with hers, and in that moment, there was a closeness between them that none had experienced before.
They had both been hurt, but right now, they trusted, and they wanted to give themselves away.
"You're beautiful," Edward murmured. "So beautiful…"
He kissed her breasts through the material of her T-shirt, as if sensing that she felt shy about revealing that particular part of her body.
His warm breath teased her, and when he took one nipple between his lips, Bella moaned joyfully. One of his hands was stroking her tummy.
"You're amazing," he continued to murmur. "My beautiful Bella…"
He continued his caresses until she thought she was going to explode. With one decided move, she pulled the shirt off. For a second, she wanted to hide, but Edward wouldn't let her. He was hovering above her, staring into her eyes.
"Bella… Bella, love, look at me. You're so beautiful… Please… please don't be shy…"
"I'm… I'm sorry…"
"Please don't be," he murmured tenderly. He placed a kiss on her nose, and one on her chin, continuing with her cheeks and eyelids and forehead.
Only when Bella slid her arms back around his neck did he descend to her lips. They kissed languidly, and for a long time. Her fingers moved into his hair and her legs drew him closer. He felt so good pressed against her, all hard, nothing but the cotton of his pyjamas separating them.
"Edward," she whispered into his mouth. "I really, really want this."
His smile crinkled the sides of his eyes.
"So do I, my love."
His kiss was tender and reverent, his whispers soft and adoring.
"I love you, Bella… You're beautiful."
And to Bella, it felt as if no man had ever said the words to her before.
"I love you too, Edward."
"I love you," he repeated.
Now, they both smiled.
"In that case," she whispered, "would you consider taking your pants off?"
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