Edward continued breathing her in. His cool breath was jagged at times, steady at others, and sometimes gone completely. He gradually leaned against Bella, pushing her onto the bed and pinning her down. His arms curled around her, holding her tightly. Bella braced her arm against Edward’s shoulder. She knew she’d never be able to push him away, but her instincts were screaming to defend herself. She felt, more than heard, a low hum in his throat. It didn’t seem like a warning, but she dropped her hand to the bed anyway, not wanting to push her luck.
He wasn’t growling, and it wasn’t a warning. Did anyone catch what it was? ;)