Bella saw his expression. The sick, satisfied smile. The way his eyes fluttered closed, lashes brushing against his cheeks. The way he leaned into her hits like they were caresses like he was drinking in every moment, every touch, every second of her hands on him. His lips parted slightly, and a soft sigh escaped his mouth.
She stepped back.
She moved away from him quickly, her skin crawling, her stomach churning, her heart pounding with disgust so strong it made her dizzy. She looked at her hands like they were covered in filth, like she had touched something diseased, something rotting from the inside out.
She could still feel the impact of his chest against her fists, the way his muscles had tensed under her knuckles, the way he had not flinched, had not defended himself, had just stood there and taken it like it was a gift.
