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BPOV

His kisses were urgent, needy. I struggled to breathe, yet I felt so elated that it hardly mattered to me if I did. I had my husband back. This…was Jasper.

His lips are intoxicating as they mold with my own, sending a fire through me unlike anything I've ever experienced with him before. I want to keep kissing him. I never want to stop. Wherever his mouth goes, mine follows suit. As he traps my mouth with his, massaging my tongue with his own, he lets go of my wrists, sliding his hands down my body and over the curve of my bosom before settling on my waist. He grips it gently as if he's afraid to touch me and I begrudgingly break away from his miraculous lips to ask why.

He tells me that if he isn't able to control himself, he'll hurt me because he's too strong. The thought of when he'd lifted the others as if they weighed nothing comes to mind. However, this doesn't deter me one bit as I pull him back to me, kissing him passionately. He moans against my mouth, running his cold tongue against my bottom lip. I open my mouth to him and he explores it once again with his delicious tongue. He moves between my open legs and settles himself on top of me, allowing me to feel his desire. I buck my hips against him and he purrs in my mouth. It pleases me to no end to know that I'm the one doing this to him.

Over and over again, we part in order for me to heave much needed breaths before joining our hungry mouths once again, probing and seeking pleasure as we make up for all the time we've lost.

Time that was lost because of the war and because of the woman who stole him from me. However, I will not allow such thoughts to damper my desire for the man with me at the moment as he pushed his clothed, hardened erection into my heated center and I respond in kind. I know that at some point the Major will be back, both in his voice and his crimson eyes; once again he'll stare at me under a cold gaze, but for now, Jasper is back.

I moan and writhe from his touch as his icy cold hands sets my skin ablaze with desire. His lips find my neck, sucking and kissing while he moans in my ear, sending delicious shivers down my spine. He moves his other hand to my inner thigh, grazing it as it languidly climbs up beneath my dress.

I desperately want to question how he knows such things, but I bury the words and the pain of that betrayal deep within me. Instead, I let it all go and revel in the feeling of what said hand is doing as he lightly caresses my mound. He moves away from my mouth and holds my gaze as he caresses my clothed center. Unable to fight it any longer, I close my eyes as my body shivers and writhes from his touch before a loud moan escapes me; I arch up from the bed, pushing my heaving bosom into his face as the pleasure becomes unbearable and I let go.

Sighing in relief, I open my eyes to see him standing at the foot of the bed. His eyes are almost pitch black, but nothing in me feared him as my body screams for me to draw closer. I watch as he heaves heavy breaths while I rise to my knees and begin to crawling to him. He watches my every move and I never take my eyes off of him until I leave the bed and stand before him. He kisses me hungrily and I use as much strength as I can muster to push back against his lips.

His hands find the back of my dress and I hear it rip. He kisses very bit of my exposed skin as if he's worshiping me. Closing my eyes, I dip my head back with a breathy sigh as Jasper's hands and mouth leave a heated trail of desire in their wake.

Once I'm completely naked, he pulls back to look at me and instead of the shyness or shame I should feel, I felt empowered to have this powerful man desiring me.

He lifts me and places me back on the bed before moving away and stripping himself of his clothing. At first, I was excited that I would soon be blessed with the sight of my husband's naked form once again but what greets me makes me gasp in horror.

He's covered in scars.

I want to cry. I want to scream, though not in terror; never in terror. This is the man I promised to love no matter what, and now, I am being tested.

Jasper doesn't move or say a word to me and it almost seems like he isn't even breathing. It's as if he's waiting for me to run away, but he will not get that.

So I move off the bed and go to stand in front of him once more. I pull him to my lips, kissing him sweetly before moving to his ear and whispering that I love him. He sighs against my neck and I bravely jokingly ask if he's hungry. He chuckles and whispers in a husky tone, "For something else." His response makes me moan and I move away from him.

I need to do this first. He has to see that I love and treasure him.

There are so many scars covering his upper body; so much it makes it hard to count them all. Bite marks upon bite marks are littered across his chest and upper arms. His neck is no different as I focus on a particular on it. Remembering that Jasper had bit the others on their necks, I can only guess who bit him there. If I were like him at the moment I think I would've growled in anger. However, I am not so I do what to me makes up for it, I kiss his neck. He sighs and purrs at the feeling and I smile. He laughs and says, "Someone is happy." I don't answer. Instead, I move on.

From his neck to his arms, his chest, his back, everywhere I go on his smooth skin, I leave a soft kiss. My hands run over his strong frame, exploring and familiarizing myself with his body again. He stands still allowing me to do whatever I want and each time I make it back to his lips, I reward him with a deep kiss.

"How did you get them?" I whisper to him as I lick and suck on his collarbone.

He purrs and replies, "Some are from my change while others are from the battles I've fought for Maria in her army."

I ask nothing else. I don't want to ruin the mood I'm in.

His icy skin cools my heated flesh as I press my body into his own and he reaches between my legs, touching my bare, moist center. He suddenly lifts me in the air causing me to laugh out against his lips before he leads us back to the bed and lowers me on it.

I lie there across the plush mattress, rubbing my legs together impatiently as he crawls toward me. Once he's on top of me, I half expected him to kiss me again but he diverts his attention to my breasts. I close my eyes and sigh, throwing my head back as he caresses them passionately; kneading, licking and sucking each one as if he were a man dying of thirst. My hands take up purchase in his silky hair, gripping it and mewling out my pleasure without trepidation.

Once he seems satisfied, he moves from my breasts and continues on his journey down my body; using his hands and lips to guide his way. He reverently kisses his way from my stomach to the sole of my feet before finding his way back up. I want to question his destination, but the words will not come.

In fact, I am incapable of forming any sort of sentence, much less to utter one word as my body feels like it's going to explode from the satisfaction his lips alone are bringing to it. Chancing a look at him, he meets my eyes and smirks before he kisses my navel and dips his head in-between my legs. My eyes roll back in my head, and my head falls back against the bed. His mouth then finds the moisten likes of my womanhood and I feel his lips kiss my lower ones before he tastes me.

My breath stops in an instance and I distinctly hear a loud moan, and then some sort of animalistic sound. At first, I thought it was coming from him before my mind catches up, and I realize that it's coming from me. I feel him moan against me and it sends tremors through me. I grip his hair tighter as my head thrashes back and forth and my body tries to arch up to him. However, he gently places his hand on my stomach and pushes me back down, willing me to remain still.

He never stops.

I scream out, groan, grunt and moan his name, yet he never stops. He licks, sucks and tastes me until I flow for him. My body shudders, but whether it's from the cold feel of his skin or the sheer pleasure he'd just brought to it, I do not know.

"Are you okay?" he whispers, purring as he moves back up my body and buries his nose into my neck. As he does this, another wave of pleasure rolls through me and I claw at his hard skin.

"Y…ye…yes," I manage to get out before he places a kiss at my neck and moves to meet my eyes. I lay back staring up at him as he reaches between us for his hardened length and places it at my entrance.

Relaxing, I accept him within me as he plunges inside with a groan. The sound he makes excites me, but I stay still, willing my body to adjust to him again. He waits for me, and when I lift my hips to him, he thrusts forward causing me to close my eyes in content.

I've missed this so much. Being one with my husband; it is almost as it was before. Yet, everything is different. Where he used to moan and bury his mouth in my neck, kissing and nipping, now he growls and stays away from my neck. He now drives into me with measured strokes instead of the wild abandoned pace he'd have before.

However despite the difference, I still find myself fighting to stay still and allow him to do as he wants. We pant and moan as he pushes forward, getting lost in the rhythm of our love making. Noticing his eyes closed, I run my head through his hair to get his attention and he opens them to me. Again, they're as black as night as he growls and purrs while thrusting into me. I hold his gaze until he suddenly stops moving and pulls me up into his arms, moving to his knees.

I'm quick to pull him into a kiss right then as he starts to bounce me up and down on his member. I pull away from his lips and scream out in pleasure as the feeling of him in me from this angle is pleasing. I keep my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he continues to drive into me and I grasp his neck, holding on.

"Oh…oh…Bella," he moans out. Hearing my name fall from his lips elates me and I answer with my own moans and sighs of delight as he pushes me toward that familiar edge again. When he tires of the position, he moves me back down onto the bed and continues to move deep into me.

I climb higher and higher, moaning and thrashing, as the peak comes into view. I scream out my love for him while as he continues to thrust inside me.

I can't take it. I'm there. I'm at the edge and I'm leaping forth singing his name in high praises. My body convulses and contracts around him as he drives within once more before stilling and spilling his cool essences within me. His breathing is heavy and his growl is deep as I await his next move. His stare is intent and fierce before he closes his eyes, arching his neck and snarling like an animal. Feeling his shaft grow within me once more causes me to gasp before he switches our position and places me on top of him.

Yes, my husband is different indeed.

~~wtmb~~

"Uhhh…Oooh," I groan out as I collapse on top of him. Waves and waves of pleasure are crashing in me. I can't hold on and I don't understand why it's happening until he says that it's coming from him. I hold my head up from his chest long enough to look at him perplexed, but he only smirks and I feel it again.

"Oooh…Mmm…" I moan out against his chest as he chuckles. "How…how...how are you doing it?" I manage to get out, tiredly.

"I'll explain when you wake up," he whispers as he changes our positions and expels himself from my body.

My body is not my own. It has just found a pleasure that is unlike anything it has experienced before. While I lay there limp from exhaustion, he is up and dressed before my eyes can even make sense of him leaving the bed.

He comes over to me, bends down and kisses me full on the lips. I may have responded, yet, I do not know. I'm too tired. He places me under the sheets and after saying that he loves me, he tells me to sleep.

I obey.

~~wtmb~~

There are voices, loud voices, coming from outside Jasper's door. There is a loud bang and the door is thrown clear across the room and looking toward where it came from, I see an angry Maria glaring at me. Her eyes move over me with disgust as she stares at me before starting to approach. A growl leaves her, and as she draws closer, it grows louder. I nervously move up the bed, drawing the sheets with me to cover my naked form.

"You reek of him," she snarls. "Did you enjoy yourself, Bella?" I don't answer, I just gulp, nervously. "Good, you should be very afraid. You little…WHORE!" I look away quickly from her as her hand reaches out to strike me; when I feel nothing, I look back and Jasper is there between us, crouched down on the bed and growling at her.

She mirrors his position on the floor immediately and before I can say a word, he leaps toward her and she grabs him. They switch positions and move around the room so fast that it's hard to see anything but a blur. I make to move off the bed a few times, but Jasper yells for me to stay still. Maria would occasionally take advantage of his need to protect me and try to get to me before being pulled back by Jasper.

Finally, after what seems like forever they both go through the window and I stumble off the bed. I run to the broken window in time to see Jasper lifting Maria up and throwing her clear across the vast yard. She runs back to him in a second after getting up and he grabs her by throat, lifts her up and runs off with her.

"What the hell happened?" I hear Charlotte say and I carefully spin around to her while trying to not get entangled up in the sheets as I walk to her.

She arches an eyebrow at my appearance as I draw closer to her before she says with a smirk, "Oh. Well, let me get you something to wear."

While she's gone, I take a seat on the bed, worrying about Jasper and if that woman has killed him. She seems to be just as strong as him and she is his maker so I suppose it may be possible. In an instant, I start to pray, hoping that I've not just gain my husband back only to lose him again.

When Charlotte returns, she helps tidy me up and after I get dressed, we both sit and pray for Jasper's return. I pace the room; living by the smashed window, anxious to see Jasper walk out of those bushes he'd run off into.

It may have been hours or just mere minutes when I finally see Maria coming into view and my heart drops.

Where's Jasper? Oh God, no…

"Char…" I say with a quick turn only to be stopped by the look on the vampire's face that has Charlotte in her grasp. She tilts Charlotte's head to the side without a word and before I can scream, she smiles at me and bites Charlotte. She screams out and tries to thrash but the vampire keeps her still in her strong hold.

Before I can even think about moving from my spot by the window, another female vampire approaches me and I unconsciously move back further into the broken glass, cutting my palm on it. She hisses at me and is before me in an instant, lifting my bloody hand up to her lips and sucking on the blood.

"Mmmm, you are very tasty," she says, grabbing me and pulling me close. She bares her teeth and says, "You and that boy have been causing so much trouble for our sister, Maria, and it's time for him to pay."

She draws in so close that I can feel her cool breath on my neck. However, as I prepare for the bite that is sure to come, I hear the other vampire scream out and the one who is holding me turns us toward the sound. Charlotte's body is on the floor, she's screaming and writhing. She's changing. However, it's the man standing before Charlotte's attacker with her arm in his hand that has my attention as he looks straight at me and says, "Bella."

Peter.

Both vampires yell at him angrily but he doesn't move an inch. Instead, he ignores them both and steps closer with his eyes solely on my bloody hand. Charlotte's attacker moves to stop him but he drops her to the floor in a second and rips her head from her body. The one in front of me gasps in shock before letting out a horrific growl, lets me go, and goes charging into Peter. I stand there, frozen in my spot, afraid to even move over to Charlotte as they fight outside the room. There are snarls and growls out there, but I dare not move.

However, when I finally build up the bravery to do so, the growling stops and Peter comes back in the room. He moves over to me as fast as Jasper would have and just stands there, staring down at me. I don't move and try not to make a sound as he sniffs me. I want to run. I know it's my brother but he looks so...terrifying. His clothes are dirty and filled with dried blood from where he was stabbed. His eyes are so…red. He's what Charlotte had called newborns and if that was true, then he's likely to be very hungry at the moment.

"Your heart is beating so fast," he says in a soft tone. "Bella, I'm…I'm so thirsty."

My resolve breaks then and my human instinct to run kicks in as I try to move around him to make it to the door. I know I shouldn't, but I'm scared and thinking foolishly. He grabs me from behind, gripping my arms and pull me back to his hard chest; knocking the wind out of me.

Maria and the other female vampire come into view at the doorway then. After Maria looks down at Charlotte's writhing form, her eyes meets mine and she smiles wickedly at me as does the other one while I try to plead with Peter. I never take my eyes off of her.

"Peter, listen to me," I cry out as he moves my head to the side, exposing my neck to him. His growls fill my ears, but still, I try. "Peter, please, listen to me. Please, Peter, plea...Aaahh!" The moment his razor sharp teeth digs into my flesh and begin to suck, an excruciating pain rushes through me setting my body ablaze. It wasn't as it was before with Jasper, no, this pain is different. It's unbearable; I can't stand it.

My focus remains on Maria as I try to hold on while she continues to smile and then laugh as my brother kills me. I begin to feel myself being pulled under by something. My eyes blur and a feeling of weakness overtakes me.

However, before my eyes close and I give in, I see a flash of golden hair pass before my neck is free and I fall to the floor beside Charlotte.

The blur moves pass me again and I hear a roar and a smashing sound that sounded like glass is being broken before the form moves to Charlotte, bending over her. In my mind, I'm begging the form not to kill her, yet, I cannot utter a word.

It then moves over me, picking me up and snarling at something or someone before moving me onto something soft. It rips open my dress and cool hands caress my neck before I'm lifted up into its embrace. Cool breath trails my neck to my ear and It whispers, "Bella, stay with me."

It's Jasper. Jasper is here in time for me to leave him. I'm so sorry. I want to apologize for leaving him, but I can't. I fight against the dark as it looms closer and with all the strength I have, I rasp out, "I love you." As I hear a snarl and feel his teeth pierce the skin above my heart.

Next: Jasper's take on what happened and the consequences of his actions.

Thanks to abbymickey24 & xobellaitaliaox for making this awesome! I tweaked a bit after their input so any mistakes, I take responsibility for.