She'd asked for more, and now she was beginning to understand just what "more" was. She froze—partly in anticipation and (as much as she hated to admit it) partly in fear—as he climbed atop her and settled between her legs. While there had always been whispers about the mysterious wedding nights woes among her less savory friends, Bella's medical training had provided an answer to her speculation. Sex had always been presented as a necessary evil for reproduction, and moreover, it was an unpleasant evil.
Why, then, was her skin left tingling every time Jamie's fingers brushed across it? Why did her hips raise to press against his, as illogical as it seemed? Why was she whimpering like some puppy in want of attention as he showered her with kisses? It made absolutely no sense—but then again, neither did her attraction to Jamie.
Bella ceased to think (and for a moment, she swore her heart ceased beating) the moment his lips reached her breast, . Her fingers instinctively laced themselves in his hair, drawing him closer. She shuddered and whimpered and murmured his name, incapable of anything else as she was assaulted with unfamiliar sensations.
Why, then, was her skin left tingling every time Jamie's fingers brushed across it? Why did her hips raise to press against his, as illogical as it seemed? Why was she whimpering like some puppy in want of attention as he showered her with kisses? It made absolutely no sense—but then again, neither did her attraction to Jamie.
Bella ceased to think (and for a moment, she swore her heart ceased beating) the moment his lips reached her breast, . Her fingers instinctively laced themselves in his hair, drawing him closer. She shuddered and whimpered and murmured his name, incapable of anything else as she was assaulted with unfamiliar sensations.
— MJ is MAGICAL —