The Twilight Twenty-Five
Pairing: Edward and Bella
My hips rock against hers, the heat of her legs blazing along my skin as they wrap around my waist. Heat… pressure… bliss…
Her soft hands trail up my back, and I press my body against hers, our lips meeting as I taste the salt of her skin. A light sheen of perspiration makes her face shimmer; her breath is panting.
My own lungs are motionless; still, her scent infuses me, the fragrance of her blood and her arousal driving me mad.
I need to taste her.
I turn my head and bite in frustration, my mouth filling with feathers.
A/N: I was a little terrified to post this one, to be perfectly honest. There's a reason I don't usually write canon, and this is part of it.