A/N: The following is an outtake from Climbing Back From Despair. I had a few lemons that didn't really flow well in my story, so I edited them out and will be placing them here.

This outtake takes place after Chapter 24 when Bella and Jasper have the argument about his scars.

BPOV

I looked out the kitchen window and watched my man at work. The rhythmic sound of wood chopping reverberated through my body. When I needed time to escape the swirl going on in my head and body I would pretend to sleep, or I would hold a cup of steaming water in my hands and pretend it was my morning coffee. It was those little things that reminded me that I was still a person even though I wasn't human. For Jasper, it was chopping wood. We didn't need a fire, because we didn't get cold, but every now and then he would go out to the back of the cabin and split some wood over a large redwood stump. He always took his time when he chopped wood. Even though he could have done it with his hands, and done it in record time, he always made it a slow deliberate process. Each time the axe came barrelling down he would split each wood perfectly in the centre and make sure not to mar the surface of the stump he was using as his cutting board. Each piece was cut with precision.

He usually wore a red and black plaid shirt that made him look like a lumber jack, but ever since out little conversation he's been sporting some new attire. The well worn 6 inch wheat coloured Timberland Boots were the same. The 501 Originals were still the same. The difference was my man was out there hauling an axe completely shirtless. Each time he lifted the strong blade above his head I got a perfect view of his masculine physique. His strong arms were long and sturdy. They were lean with hills hinting at the power of his triceps, biceps, and (my favourite) his forearm flexors. I could see his deltoids working and it made me wish I could get a full 360 degree view so I could see the musculature of his back. His torso would stretch exposing every ridge of his abs, his external oblique muscles, and his pecs. His scar tissue would stretch and you could clearly see where others had clawed and bitten in hopes of escaping his wrath. Jeans hung low so I could see the clearly defined V that led the way to where my mouth wanted to be. Through our dark wooded area rays of sunshine would peak through hitting him in strategic spots. Where the scar tissue was heaver the sparkle in his skin was muted, like light reflecting in sand.

Each time the axe came down, the thump bounced against my core. I closed my eyes and pictured something else hitting that spot. As part of my training I haven't eaten in three days. Jasper has been trying to increase my tolerance, which as making me edgy. The burn in my throat was clouding my mind and now the lust from looking at my man just a few yards away pounding into cold hard wood was replacing the acid pain with one much hotter and deeper within me. Even though I knew he liked to be alone in these moments, I couldn't leave him alone. I had to get his attention somehow. An idea popped in my head, and I left the perfect picture to go upstairs.

JPOV

34 year old man, father of 2, married for 9 years.

19 year old female, student at UTM

26 year old male, recently engaged

7 year old girl, brown pigtails, green eyes

46 year old man, bastard who was beating his wife and drinking away all their cash

23 year old female, prostitute

16 year old girl, runaway

37 year old female, soccer mom

52 year old man, big time exec in Manhattan

5 year old boy, loved the swings at the park

76 year old grandmother, suffered from Alzheimer's

My demon likes to taunt me. Having a perfect memory allows me to replay every kill, every conquest, every person I turned, and every person whose life I have ended in complete ruin. Some were just murdered. Some I played with before I killed. Some I enlisted into Maria's army then ripped their heads off when they were no longer useful. My perfect recall also allowed me to remember how good they tasted; the satisfaction of the warm liquid coating my throat. I could remember the soft flesh I defiled, or the excitement that electrified me as I watched the life exit their eyes. Each time the axe went down it was another person, another face, another memory. No matter how much wood I chopped there was always a new face taunting me; reminding me that I was not a good person.

I finished chopping two thirds of a cord when the sound of the back door swinging stopped me mid swing. There she was; the last face in my catalogue of violence. I stole her soul and in turn she stole my heart. She was wearing nothing more than a pair of cowgirl boots and a cowboy hat. Not just any cowboy hat, but the slouch hat I have managed to keep with me since I was a soldier. The hat that no one was allowed to touch. She knew exactly what she was doing when she put that hat on. She strode across the yard with a glint in her eye. She wanted to get my attention and she certainly did. My emotions ranged from rage to lust, because boy did she looked hot. After I thoroughly punished her, I would have to go out and get her one of her own.

I put the axe down and walked over to her. I didn't let myself stray from her face, because I know the moment I drunk in the rest of her form, she would have me and that was not how this was going to play out. If she wanted to dance with danger, she was going to have to learn the song really fast. I put out my hand signalling for her to give me the hat. She smirked and shook her head no.

"Give me the hat Isabella."

"I think it looks better on me."

I couldn't argue with that statement, because the image of her in this non existent outfit was going to keep me company in the shower for decades. That didn't mean I was going to give in. In a blink of an eye I circled behind her, took the hat off her head and placed it on mine while locking her wrists behind her back with one hand. With my other hand I grabbed her hair and turned her around to look at me.

"Isabella, I think you need a lesson in respecting others property."

She stuttered and bit her bottom lip as she spoke. "I'm sorry Jasper; I wasn't trying to make you mad." The sassy look on her face wiped off and she looked a little more cowed, but her appearance didn't match her emotions. My little minx was trying to work me. Not a good thing since I didn't get to finish that cord.

I yanked her head back hard and put my lips against her ear. "It's Major to you Darlin' and I ain't buying that sugar coated act you're sellin." I let a little fear seep inside her to show I wasn't kidding. "Now, are you ever going to touch my property ever again?"

She shook her head no, which just made me tighten my grip and yank her head again. If she was still human her bones with have crushed under the pressure and her neck would have snapped.

"No Jas...Major." This time her emotions matched the shaky voice.

"Good girl Isabella. And whose property are you?"

"Yours Major." Desire began to rise in the tiny frame before me.

I let go of hair and let my finger run across her slit. Immediately her desire spiked and she let out ragged breath. I continued lightly stroking her centre. I touched her light enough to make her shiver, but not enough to give her any type of satisfaction. She was trying to rock against me, but I wasn't going to let her get what she wanted just yet.

"That's right Isabella. You're mine. That means only I get to touch and play with you." I sucked on her earlobe and threw more lust at her. She was coating my fingers and whimpered under frustration. "Can you be a good girl for me Isabella? If I let you go, will you do as you're told?"

Her voice was no more than a whisper, "Yes Major."

I let go of her wrists and turned to face her. My hat was hung low covering my eyes. I attacked her mouth, letting my tongue roam inside of her. I slipped two fingers inside of her core and she immediately started rocking into me. She wrapped her arms around me and her fingers played with the curls at the base of my neck. She pressed her breasts against my stone chest so I could feel her hard nipples graze across my skin. I could feel the fire rising inside her as she came closer to climax. Instead of bringing her release I pulled away from her. She whimpered and grabbed at her hair in frustration. I took a step back and slowly unbuttoned my jeans. Her eyes were studying my hands intently.

"Down on your knees." I was surprised that my voice still managed to keep its edge.

She slowly went down on her knees, her eyes still trained on my crotch. She licked her lips in anticipation, and it made me think about it wrapped around my dick. I slowly undid the zipper and let my member spring free. I could tell she wanted to approach me. She was looking at me like I was dinner. Like a good girl she waited for her orders.

"Suck me Isabella."

Immediately I was in her mouth. My shaft was sliding in and out of her warm wet mouth. Her tongue swirled over my tip making me shudder. The sensation calmed the demon. I could feel it retreat as the pleasure swept over my entire being. My hands moved to her hair and my hips thrust forward as I buried myself deep in her throat. Her fingers dug into my behind, squeezing and rubbing my cheeks. She began sucking harder trying to pull my essence out of me. When I finally came I could feel myself spilling into her. She moaned as she took me in, swallowing every last drop.

BPOV

His cool liquid helped soothe the burn in my throat. I loved tasting him. Seeing him hover over me while he had that sexy hat on made me absolutely mental. I was so deep in lust, my core ached. I needed him to fill me now. I wasn't sure he would considering how mad he was about me taking one of his prize possessions. The Major could instil fear, lust and devotion. Kneeling in front of him made me reverent. I wanted to worship all things Jasper. Hearing him call me by my full name in that stern angry voice just made me more wet. When was he going to take me? I slid him out of my mouth and let my tongue trace the area from the bottom of his shaft to his magic pearls. They contracted under the pressure of my tongue making the pulse in my centre pound that much harder. Then the Major said five words that made me tremble with need.

"Get on all fours Isabella."

I blindly did as I was told. I loved him telling me what to do. I loved every time he pulled my hair or pinched my breasts. I never thought I would say this, but I wanted him to abuse every inch of me till there was nothing left.

He didn't ply me with lust. He didn't act gently. He just grabbed my hips from behind and forced his way inside me. I screamed out at the intrusion. He was so large and the angle he entered inside me I could feel my muscles contract at the shock. He pounded into me hard and fast making the most enticing growling noises. I was dying under the pressure. I felt like a pressure cooker ready to pop or explode. My orgasm came with such force I screamed. I thought he would come with me, but he didn't stop. If anything he just picked up the pace. The speed at which he was hammering into me was causing enough friction to start a fire. I could feel his fingers on the brink of piercing my flesh. The pain would have registered, except for the fact that I was so lost in pleasure I felt like I was losing my mind. I could feel the next wave of ecstacy building and bubbling to the surface. This time when I cried out from the immense pleasure he roared and released inside of me. He filled me with every ounce o f his essence and collapsed to his knees. How many times can a girl see god?

After he recovered from his climax he helped me to my feet. He put the hat back on top of my head and looked at me sternly.

"Isabella, are you ever going to touch my property again?"

"No Major."

"Well then take this hat and put it right back where you found it"

I nodded and made my way back to the house. He turned back to his wood pile and finished the cord.