Long lost was any possibility for coherent thought. Bella was left at his mercy as his lips and hands wandered, her body pressing closer in search of relief that she wasn't sure how to reach. Her heart pounded in her chest, and with hands pressed against him, she swore she felt his heartbeat, too. She wasn't even aware that her dress had fallen, revealing the scars that she'd gone to great lengths to hide under the cover of her dress.

Truthfully, there wasn't much she physically could do. She hooked her leg around his calf, doing her best to close the space left between them. His arms were would tightly around her waist, making it clear that he had complete control of this situation—but it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed him.

"Not enough," she muttered against his lips, trying to convey her emotions with what little words she could find.

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