Sorry, this is so short. This is really meant to only be a short little excerpt, to see if anyone would be interested in reading something like this. :) I love Jasper, and just wanted to share my love for him. Anyway, if I get at least ten reviews, I will be continuing.
His eyes are like black death, following me and pulling me inside their depths. I am lost in infamy as he pulls me against him, his mouth nearing my neck as he spots a large vein protruding from my pale flesh. My heart beats a paint pattern of bump-bump, bump-bump, and it finally skips a beat when his lips brush against my pulse point, practically sending me over the edge. My heartbeat was erratic, like a moths wing. My eyes close, head tilting slightly back, offering myself whole-heartedly to him. I can tell that it is taking all of his willpower not to drain me dry, not to inject me with the venom that runs through his veins, that caused his own eternal damnation. I feel him suck in a deep breath, probably out of habit (even though he doesn't even need to breathe), and my eyes slowly blink open, adjusting to the dimness of the room.
"Jasp-" I turn slightly in his arms, and he stiffens against me. His body is like stone.
"Don't," he whispers, his voice hoarse with need and want and bloodlust, "don't move."
I could tell my scent was driving him crazy, and for that, to not make him lose control, I stood completely still in his embrace, lust practically overpowering my senses, "Jasper.."
"God, Grace.." his icy lips brush against my heated skin, fingers brushing against the goose bumps along my bare arms, "What your feeling…"
His finger brushes against my quivering lips, causing my knees to practically buckle in, but his strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me up. Holding me against him.
"I love you Jasper."
And the dream ends with me practically jolting out of bed, hair tangled, mouth slightly ajar, and skin practically a beat red. There is no Jasper; he is just a fantasy I conjured up inside my head to cure my loneliness. But he felt so real…The dreams have been going on for the last three months, haunting me. Tormenting my senses. Torturing me until all I think of, need, is him.
I really needed to get over myself and find a boyfriend.