Before he could stop himself or understand why, he found himself hoping that she'd meant what she'd been singing. He kept his eyes locked with hers as his fingers lightly brushed the side of her face, a trail of heat instead of ice following his touch as her breathing hitched and her heart stuttered a little at the intensity flowing between them. He leaned in, placing the softest of kisses on her lips. When he felt her desire spike, and her arms reach up to tangle in his hair Jasper lifted the guitar off her, breaking their kiss only as long as necessary before eagerly finding each other again. He gently guided Bella back onto the blanket, covering her warm body with his own. He felt fire racing through his non existent veins, sparks created where her hands fisted his hair and shirt respectively.
"God Darlin'.." Jaspers southern twang had never seemed more emphasised than it did in that moment to Bella, and she felt her body engulf in flames of desire as he rasped out her name.
Jaspers fingers danced along the bottom of her singlet, gradually creeping up, allowing her time to stop him. He peppered kisses down her throat, tracing a line of fire so hot she thought she might explode right then.
He stopped for a moment, dragging himself away from her skin, waiting until her eyes opened once more.
"Bella..." She saw the question in his eyes, Felt the tenderness in his touch as it ran tiny circles on her hip, as if he wasn't able to keep from touching her.
She brought her hand up, brushing a loose curl from his eyes.
"Make me yours Jasper..." Sending her his love for her he kissed his way down her arm, regaining his place on her neck, his hands ridding her of her shirt.
He dragged his lips down, caressing every inch of flesh now exposed to him as Bella lay back on the blanket her hand resting on his leg as he hovered above her. She had expected to be nervous or self concious at least, but as he rid her of her jeans and his own clothing, the passion in Jaspers eyes was enough to squash any such feeling. She wondered if any other woman had ever been wanted so completely.
Jasper forced himself to slow down long enough to look at her once again, to make sure she wouldn't regret what was about to happen. He knew if she ever had cause to regret it, it would surely kill him, vampire or not. But as he opened his mouth to ask if she was sure, She wrapped a leg around his waist, drawing him closer, sending more desire and love his way.
His control wavered and he thrust into her closing the remaining distance as she threw her head back and endured the pain and completeness of the moment. When her eyes fell back to his moments later he couldn't hold in the groan as her lust and need rolled off her. He moved roughly, and although he wished to be gentle for her his need was too strong, too intense. He needed her, needed every inch she had, to be his. Her hands twined around his waist as did her legs as she felt the same desire, and when her breath became shaky and Jasper started whispering over and over into her ear the one word she had never thought she would hear, her body shivered in delight as she fell over the cliff he'd been leading her too.
"Yours, Jasper" The words fell from her lips as she lost her senses and his teeth fell to her neck. With one final thrust his teeth sliced through her skin and he claimed her as his in every way he could.