I knew I had about three seconds before he would sigh and slide me deftly away, saying something about how we'd risked my life enough for one afternoon. Making the most of my last seconds, I crushed myself closer, molding myself to the shape of him. The tip of my tongue traced the curve of his lower lip; it was a flawlessly smooth as if it had been polished, and the taste _
He pulled my face away from his, breaking my hold with ease _ he probably didn't even realize that I was using all my strength.
He chuckled once, a low, throaty soud. His eyes were bright with the excitement he so rigidly disciplined.
"Ah, Bella." He sighed.
"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not."
"And I should feel sorry that you're not sorry, but I don't."
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Bella and Edward
Eclipse, Stephenie Meyer