Why Can't Edward Kiss Bella Novels & Stories

Edward pushed her hair aside gently and said, "Do you know what I've been thinking about this whole time while you were talking?" Ophelia had no idea and was unable to figure it out. "I don't want to hear what you said earlier. All I want is to kiss you." Edward spoke shamelessly as if he were teasing Ophelia. Besides, she knew he was merely changing the subject to lift her spirits. Ophelia found Edward despicable for looking down on her completely. It was just a kiss, and she wasn't afraid at all. Ophelia had no idea where she got the strength from. Perhaps Edward could have been just going along with her as he let her shove him onto the couch. While he was shocked, he did not protest.

Before she could react, Edward moved with the speed and precision of a predator. He closed the distance between them in an instant, his strong arms enveloping her. Before she could protest, his lips captured hers in a kiss filled with fervent intensity, leaving her breathless and bewildered. Amelia’s mind raced as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions. The kiss demanded her surrender, yet beneath it, she sensed a desperation and longing. Despite her confusion, her hands found their way to his shirt, responding to his touch instinctively. The kiss seemed to stretch on, simultaneously eternal and fleeting. When Edward finally pulled back, they both gasped for air, foreheads touc

It wasn’t like I could come out and demand to know why he was making out with another woman like it was my business. Seeing that I was unresponsive to his question, Edward began stroking the top of my head comfortingly. Next, his hand slowly traced the side of my face before sliding down to the side of my neck. Slowly, Edward leaned in to place a tender kiss on my cheek and I felt my body froze. Before I could react, Edward had leaned closer to me, and his lips were closing in on mine. I pushed him against his chest as I turned my head to the side to avoid his kiss.

Edward was kissing very gently. Brielle originally wanted to push him away, but she was touched by this delicate and tender kiss. Moreover, who could resist a kiss from such a handsome guy like Edward? Brielle felt relaxed gradually, then she hugged his neck and began to enjoy this kiss on this beautiful afternoon. However, kissing was like catalyst. It could not appease anything. Instead, it could stir up something more passionate. Therefore, the first person who could not bear it was Edward. He released Brielle and only pressed against her forehead, gasping for breath.

He said. "It's a beautiful place, I would have loved it here... Let's take a walk." I said. "Elena, we might be a little too dressed for a walk in the beach, what is this about?" She asked me. "This is about the fact that you refuse to talk to me despite all the effort I have done, Jonathan I know that you are angry at me but it is really not what you think you saw, I know you don't want to hear it but I will say it and the truth is that Edward kissed me.

"What are you doing?" He held on for a moment longer before releasing her so suddenly that she nearly fell, and she grabbed the bedpost just in time to steady herself. The silence that followed was heavy and terrible in a way that ordinary silence never was. "What am I doing?" His voice dropped to something dangerously quiet. "What are you doing, Bella?" She said nothing because her heart was hammering so loudly. "Why are you making me the villain?" He turned away and ran a hand through his hair, and when he turned back the frustration on his face had hardened into something worse

"If we're divorcing, then that's it. Why would I be upset?" The crowd around us looked confused. No one could understand why Wendy would agree to something so absurd. Eva stepped forward again, looping her arm through Wendy's. She smiled warmly. "My dear, I truly like you. You saved my son, Thomas. When he wakes up, and if you don't mind, you should marry him and become part of our family." Cheers and applause broke out immediately. "A good person like Dr. Summer won't have trouble finding someone better!" "That man has no idea what he's losing!"

She pressed her lips on Edward’s and squeezed his lips passionately. Edward gasped and he spread his arms on the bed. He let his arms opened widely instead of holding her. “I think we shouldn’t do this, Belinda…” he gripped her hand on his chest, her fingers were busy to unbutton his shirt. Belinda smiled and pulled down her bra strings. They were kissing but at sudden, the door was opened from the outside. Belinda got startled and pulled out a blanket to cover her half naked body. Elena came into the room, Edward jumped off from the bed. Angelo was following from behind and standing by the door.

My lips hovered on her skin as I whispered. She did not. She closed her eyes instead, trying to savor the moment before her instincts kicked in and reality flashed before her. My lips hovered around hers as I moved gently, my hope coming alive, trusting she would reciprocate and kiss me back. However, she didn't. Instead, she drew back, her hands pressing onto my chest. "Edward... I can't." Frustration surged in my veins, but I pushed myself to maintain a neutral demeanor. I realized it wasn't about whether she wanted me. It was about whether she could trust herself around me.

He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss. Then she hears it again, the scream, well now it sounds more like an angry shriek. She turns around to find a very angry lady walking towards them. She’s confused, wondering why this lady is walking up to her with murderous intent, why this guy just kissed her, why everyone seems to be interested in what's happening in their little corner. She looks to her right, where the guy was standing beside her and she’s shocked to see a very satisfied look on his face as he watches the lady walk towards them. Did he do this on purpose? She thought to herself.