Its short, its harsh, its how you cope. Just close your eyes and fight again. when its done you can do it all again.
Jasper and Bella deal with loss their own way.
His fingers were tight as they pulled my against him leaving no room to move. I was breathless and frustrated. 'God! Just Fuck me already!'
Jasper ground his hips into me as he ripped my clothes off and bent me over the bench. Before I could even register the cold marble against my breasts he was buried in my tight pussy making us both scream in pleasure. He waisted no time grabbing my hips as he pounded into my pussy slamming his hips against mine as hard as he could. It was vicious and damaging but I screamed for more as he reached up grabbing a fist full of hair yanking my head back. He used my hair as leverage to fuck me even harder and my legs gave out from the shear pleasure as my pussy contracted around him.
Jasper screamed out at the sudden intensity and grabbed my hip pressing me harder into the bench to support me as he kept slamming his hips into mine. I couldn't even see properly as he pulled my hips back to meet his thrusts and his pain flooded through us both making us even more desperate to find something to cling to. Loss permeated the air and his dick buried inside me hitting places I never knew existed was the only thing keeping me stable. When Jasper's legs gave out he pulled me down with him and the floor dented from our accidental strength.
For the moment that he stopped moving my thoughts flooded back. How could they leave us! We needed them! Before anger could recapture my body Jasper's teeth sunk into my shoulder making me scream as he came inside me.
We didn't stop. Sometimes it was fighting, sometimes it was dying and sometimes it was just fucking to forget. It ached to much to stop so we stayed together tangled and screaming denying what the lying son of a bitches did to us.
Damaged beyond repair the house fell around us giving us a sweet moment of release as though the rubble that buried us would take us to our graves. But the sun flitted through the cracks and the fighting and the dying began again. Another century passed and still we fought, denying.