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Bella was totally overcome by Edward—by his smell, by his taste, by his touch.
She felt as if she belonged in his arms. His hand, held against the sway of her back, burned though her clothing, searing her skin. She could feel the firmness of his chest pressing against her breasts and wished desperately for there to be nothing between them.
Where his fingers met her skin, without barrier, as they supported her neck, she tingled, and his thumb rubbing lightly under her ear, accentuated every perfect slide of his lips and thrust of his tongue against her own.
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