Or, mostly won.
I couldn't bring myself to actually commit the colossal monstrosity of potentially fatally breaking the only thing I loved, but I did satisfy her needs in different ways.
With my mouth. With my tongue.
Gossamer brushes of my fingers.
She was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted.
Her explosive releases of desire, while intoxicating and addicting, couldn't quite dampen the errant thoughts my brain had only all too much room for.
Worry, mostly, that this lopsided compromise wouldn't satiate her for long.
Bella seemed either wholly unconcerned or completely oblivious to the line of disaster we were toeing.
Even one pinky's worth of a mistake on my part and I could shatter her thigh, or fracture her pelvis.
Despite personally escorting her to nirvana multiple times, Bella still insisted on more.
As much as I was loathe to do so, I excused myself under the pretense of Alice needing me.
This seemed to remind her there were six other vampires in the vicinity with exceptional hearing; ones who had certainly heard every moan and scream.
Leaving her like that - face flushed, a blush creeping in, naked and wet - was a Herculean effort.