the way he growls —- a small, FIERCE part of him that only surfaces in light of his frustration; it turns her on. raises GOOSEBUMPS along her pale flesh. she budges slowly, taking time in all it’s SWEET GLORY – too savor, but also, to make him ache. craving to brush her lips against his, she finds solace as her grip tightens on his hands still ( was her harshest still his softest? ) and he bucks into her —— a notion which prompts her to gasp and whine through her heavy breath. ❛ fuck —– ❜ she mutters in the euphoric waves of sexual gratification, as her hips begin to move – she wonders if her minimal movements are driving him as crazy as it’s making her. ❛ god, you feel so good – ❜ she squeaks.
HE IS ABSOLUTELY captivated, wholly done in by HER and her body. sensitivity seems rather INFINITE, that he’s so ALIVE in this moment with her – a DEAD man no longer. she clutches his hands and he has to focus most of his attentions on not gripping HERS right back ( don’t break her don’t break her don’t break her ) because then, oh THEN! she starts her dance and edward lets all the air out of his lungs for fear of DROWNING in her scent. every movement gives off a NEW wave of perfume – her HIPS, SEX. her HAIR, SEX. BELLA, SEX. something like a WHINE breaks in his chest, followed swiftly by a MOAN, and he can’t even HELP himself when he rocks his hips up to meet hers thrust for thrust. “ speak for YOURSELF, ” sharp GRAVEL forced through parted lips. “ you have no IDEA – BELLA. ” he says her name like a shattered PLEA, eyes squeezed SHUT as he grasps at his CONTROL weakly.