Hyde has a gravelly-- raw way of speaking that instantly lets everyone know they're dealing with the bestial half. It's been such a long while since she heard it between their bruising lips, but there can be no mistake, and Bella almost doesn't care at all that they changed places; more accurately, the caring can come later.

The pushing is fine, she enjoys that bit o' rough, the flaring pain in her spine (avoiding a smack to the head) from suddenly flattening against hard wood. What's not fine is ruining her nice things.

"Shit, yourself!" Even half-shouting in a scold and refusing the next biting kiss, her thighs flex around his hips in time with the push-pull-push of cock.