Hey guys. :D So I now I haven't written in a few weeks, but that's because I got a brand-new beta! Please welcome the lovely HolyCrowe, who will be making this reading experience SO much better for you. It's taken a while to adjust, and we're still kind of working out how we're going to do this, but expect the chapters to be coming out more regularly now!

Contains lemons as always, guys. :) Enjoy!

I looked down at my beautiful wife. She was sitting between my legs, eyes closed, her head resting on my shoulder, the short hair tickling my neck. If I hadn't known better, I would've guessed she was asleep.

I leant down to her for a sneaky peck on the lips, and then back against the tree. She sighed, contented. I loved the peace just after the hunt. The fact I felt at my most restful after killing an animal probably wasn't a good sign. Yet we were both fully sated, and quite happy to just laze around here for a little while, simply savouring each other's company.

I felt the grizzly's last sufferance extinguish a few metres from us, and with it the last of my troubles went. I was now in my own personal heaven. Paradise.

My wife never failed to amaze me. I could watch her all day. The way her dark hair clashed beautifully with her pale, pale skin. The way her big eyes looked up at me from her short height. Just being around her, feeling her energy was as reassuring to me as the rising sun. Being with her was a dream with no awakening.

And suddenly, she sat up. Her eyes glazed over, unseeing of her surroundings, her ears cut off from the noises of the forest. She was rock still.

I shook her, attempting to awaken her from her reverie. No matter how often this happened, it always alarmed me anew.

"Alice! Alice, what do you see? What's -"

And then it hit me.

The emotion was so strong and pure it was almost tangible around us. If I stretched out a tentative hand, I could send ripples through the sensation emanating from her. It was almost concrete before me. She bathed in it, and the feeling rolled around her in waves, contorting this way and that, making its way towards me and seizing me also in its iron grip.

Lust.

I growled, fighting the sensation which was flowing unfiltered from my wife. As tempting as the bear's blood earlier, it lured me to it, demanding from me to forget everything else.

There was a chance I could have held on to my self control, a slim possibility I might have fought it off and banished it… had it not been for Alice. The moment her lips made contact with mine I was lost. I fed off of her lust, fuelling it with my own to create a delectable mix in the air around us. I could taste it.

Our lips parted, giving way to a dance we mastered well. Our tongues crashed together, swaying to our beat. Our kiss rose in pitch. I directed the rhythm with a hand on her hair and another on her neck. We tangoed together in the only way we knew, relishing the notes only we could hear.

"Damn Alice," I moaned against her neck. "What in the world has you this turned on?"

Instead of granting me with an answer, my delicious wife just pressed herself to me, backing me against the tree. She straddled my waist and ravaged my neck. Little bites made a trail up my neck and along my jaw. My mind was a tsunami made up of the sensations that were flooding me all at once.

I threw my head back against the tree as Alice began removing the clothing she'd carefully selected for me this morning. Off came the Abercrombie & Fitch T-Shirt, off came the Levi's Jeans… On stayed the Calvin Klein underwear. I groaned in frustration, but she fastened her tiny mouth around my nipple faster than I could respond. And again the feelings were crashing together in the sea of emotion around me, and all I could think of was how much I wanted the woman whose mouth was tracing my chest. And I had her. All to myself.

She looked like an angel, yet she was a monster. The way she was teasing me was torturous, and a new wave of lust from her sent me into overdrive. I had her flimsy dress off her shoulders in a millisecond. I grabbed her around the waist, and reversed our positions. Her back arched away from the tree, and her breasts were in my face. A second later, her bra was also gone.

Finally I had those snowy white peaks to myself! A hand traced the outline of one, while my mouth devoured the other. A moan rose up from our cloud of lust, floating high above us before dissipating into the blue sky. Who had uttered it, I wasn't sure.

My hands trailed their way down, and for the first time that day, I felt her. She was moist for me.

"Oh darlin', you don't have a clue what you're doing to me." I accused her.

But her feelings made me wonder if she didn't actually have a bigger clue than me. After all, I didn't even know why she was this way to begin with. Not that I was complaining.

It was my turn to do the teasing as I pulled down her underwear at a torturous human speed. I felt it when she got fed up, so I could stop her just before yanked the lace off her completely.

"Tut, tut, tut. Look who's impatient now." I teased her, putting myself flush against her body and planting a chaste peck on her lips.

"Ungh, Jazz," she complained. "Just get on with it already."

I looked at her, fluttering my eyelashes as I asked. "Get on with what, Alice?" I emphasised my obvious complete cluelessness of what she wanted by grinding my hips against her wet center through the thin layer of material still separating us. She moaned loudly and thrust her hips up.

Electricity shot through me at the motion.

He was killing me. That man would be the death of me. If he kept doing what he was doing… But – thank god! – finally, he was taking those darn boxers off. My lips formed another moan of anticipation as I waited for release. I waited for the feel of him in me, filling me to the brink until my head exploded with ecstasy.

But that feeling was yet to come. My eyes stayed close, waiting, waiting.

The sensation was unexpected, but not difficult to place. He was going to draw this out. I opened my eyes, and all I could see was his gorgeous blond hair. It wasn't exactly a struggle to place where his other features were.

I felt his tongue on my inner thigh and quivered in pleasure, my body shaking. Tremors rocked through me as he neared my core. His mouth climbed up my leg until…

An armchair, splitting, breaks in half. A hand, tormented, grasps flesh. Bodies moving, twisting and bending. Breathing; loud and sensual... everywhere. Emmett, Rosalie, Nessie, Jake. Limbs extended, tangled and thrown together. Heat escalates, possesses the room.

Reality isn't much different. Reality is frenzied, reality is Jasper.

A tongue enters me, and I scream. My hand grips his tousled locks, and I sink back into my fantasy.

It's clearer this time. Renesmee is under Rosalie, driving her mad. Her eyes are black and unfocused. Emmett is in front of her, Jake behind. They are all centred on her, feeding her lust. They are moving in unison. Ecstasy is written on all of their faces, desire is inscribed on Nessie's tongue, want in Emmett's eyes. They, all of them, want one thing – release.

That's when it finds me. I shake under Jasper, rocking us. The world floods with white and I rest unseeing. I pulse the only pulse that is left to me.

My wife has succumbed. Whether because of her vision, or because of me, I don't know. I don't care. She is beautiful as she releases her cry into the air, and I hang onto the sound like a droplet of water to a petal. I move over her, kiss her everywhere. Kiss her stomach; kiss her breasts and her mouth.

We dance again, and I am flying.

I cannot hold it any longer, and I thrust into her. I feel hands on my shoulders, nails scraping strong flesh. Her tongue devours me as I take her completely, marking her as mine. Nothing can be better than this. She surrounds me, and I could not be happier. I am bursting.

My tempo increases as I fix on my goal. "Alice!" I cry, urging her to give me all the things I cannot find words for. My mouth parts on her neck, and a tongue slithers out. I taste her scent on the pale skin. Her neck stretches, giving me more working room. My teeth bite furtively; she gasps.

I move faster, my eyes fixed on the forest floor. I take all that is mine.

Her hands slide down my back, find a dip. I moan, and I feel something build inside of me. She bucks up into, and I am deeper than before. I hold her there, and simply use her. I will feel bad about this later. I will wonder if I could have hurt her, maybe if I bit too deeply. But for now nothing can give me greater pleasure than her.

But when I play rough, she plays rougher. I feel her mouth on my nipple, and then she bites. The pain rips through me in a violent shudder. The pleasure follows, licking my wounds. My hands grab the small of her back and bring her body up to meet my thrusts. Once, Twice… a final time.

My hands unclench, my knees give way. I have no control. I am lost in a cloud, a cloud I share with her. A blinding illumination troubles my sight. The dark light devours me, and I follow it. Hot delight pours through me, shocks me into abandon. My core is split into euphoria and paradise. I am exhilarated.

Jasper is still engulfed in elation when I extricate myself from underneath him. It is watching my husband in spasms of pleasure which brings me to orgasm a second time.

When my body has stopped trembling, Jasper is gathering our clothes, a look of mild consternation on his face. I leap up to my feet and join him, throwing his Calvin Klein's at him mockingly. But as I approach him, I can't help but feel guilty.

I reach up to his face and smooth the lines of worry between his eyebrows.

"Jasper, what's wrong?" How could he be concerned after the experience we had just had?

"Alice," he begins. He opens his mouth, then closes it again, as if unsure which question to ask first. I think I know what this will be about. "What did you see? I've never seen such lust coming from you."

"Oh yes you have," I contradict him, only partially wanting to take his mind off the question. I let myself feel the lust from this afternoon again. "What about our first time in Alaska? Now, that was something special. Remember, it was our 10th anniversary and I wore that outfit I knew you'd love. You were literally –"

"Quit distracting me," he said firmly, though his voice wasn't quite as firm as his penis was. "Tell me."

Okay, so he had a right to know.

"Tell me," I said, attempting to be decisive, but a little scared of the answer. What could turn my wife on as much as our first time in Alaska on our 10th anniversary when she wore that outfit she knew I'd love and I was literally –

Damn it, Jasper! Don't distract yourself. I focused on Alice again. Her expression shocked. She was having another vision. But the emotions coming off her were different this time. This time, she felt worry, concern and – could it be? – a trace of humour.

"Well," she said, in a now definitely humorous tone. "I'm pretty sure you'll find out soon enough."

With that, she got dressed at vampire speed. When she saw I was still staring at her dumbfounded, a look of mock frustration quickly took over her small features. "Come on, Jasper. We wouldn't want to miss the drama."

And she raced off towards the house. I shook my head, got dressed, and followed her.

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