edward.
EVERY NERVE ENDING catches FIRE where she touches him ;; it’s as if the space she gifts with her ATTENTIONS has only been waiting to be AWAKENED, sleeping until this very moment as she DRAWS into his space. he stays very STILL, afraid to ruin this moment with her. he WANTS, so very much, to TAKE something from her, yet REFRAINS – would she LET him? what it is he wants, he knows NOT, only that he WANTS and, quite possibly, NEEDS and she is his only source of PEACE, of soothing his CRAVING. he WANTS her, in countless ways that he cannot NAME, but he is afraid to ASK it of her.
she’s much too CLOSE, teasing him with the way she closes in on him. “ no one should be so TEMPTING, ” he whines softly. the breath that leaves him, a sharp EXHALE through his nose with the way she SIGHS, is shuddered, fragmented. “ it’s not FAIR. ” she must hear, FEEL, the way his throat works, a THICK swallow, as she speaks – he BREAKS the mold, turns his face toward her so his lips SKIM her hairline. “ i’m YOURS. be SELFISH. ”
if she could tremble, she would —- so encapsulated by her own infatuation that his very being is borderline intoxicating to her, his scent a beckoning, like a perfume that oozes with LOVE – she can barely imagine him as prey, so distant from the concept now, but also so grounded in her adoration. with a tilt of her head and a gentle smile on her lips, she peppers small kisses along his jawline, heading towards his lips. though she pauses just before. ❛ —- stay still, ❜ she mumbles. just to be careful. just so she can test her limits, for blood pumps hurriedly under his skin and his lips are just – so tempting, she is unsure of how to STOP HERSELF from going too far if he were to encourage her. and ah, cool lips brush just barely across the warmth of his. she hums, pleased, before kissing him slowly.
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