I didn't know what to write on the summary for this chapter? Uhhhh basically welcome to the smut chapter. Enjoy!

The sensation of belonging was a concept hard to grasp. Explicitly feeling righteous in one place wasn't always easy to achieve. But Alice and Jasper shared that superb connection right there and then. Not a sense of possession or property toward each other, no it was nothing like that. They were in their element with each other, launching against one another like it had always been that way. Naturally moving in grand synchrony, the large blond covering the small brunette.

Alice felt as if any weight she carried entirely lifted from her shoulders when her lips found home in his. Any anxieties she had that his decisions would change, affecting them to follow separate paths, all evaporated within thin air. Jasper was the one to impute for such great bliss, revoking all concerns to fill her with faultless desire, curiosity, and enthusiasm. She never felt so excited, avid. In her hunger, Alice tiptoed to reach further, throwing her arms around his scruff in a sudden motion, pulling Jasper down to plunge deeper into her mouth. There was a considerable height difference between them, a whole foot and then some, the angle didn't facilitate their ardent appetite for each other.

They didn't require to part for air, nor did they wanted to. Alice favored to save her breath for other vital activities. Jasper could appreciate it, the intimacy, the impetuosity involving them. He never cared much for sex, although it did occur with some regularity between him and Maria. It just felt like a physical discharge most of the time. It was never this overwhelmingly annihilating, this blur of sensations, and all he and Alice had done was exchange a kiss.

The first kiss. So many countless more were to happen, an eternity of those, Alice could see. But that didn't make them any less weary by this very one. Jasper's tongue slipped idly inside her mouth, taunting her fervor. Alice could taste him in her essence. The tang of his venom slipping down her throat was even more enticing than blood itself. She was succumbed in his arms, utterly devoted to the obscure lust that provoked every inch of her pale, frozen skin. Alice didn't recollect being a human but couldn't really believe anything else felt that baffling.

His right arm took a firm clasp of her back, endeavoring to lift her up slightly toward him, whilst the other caressed up her arm until it reached her face, cupping it. She blazed under his touch. The awareness that eternity was one dull temperature dissolved completely to the both of them. It wasn't forever solitary and crisp; instead, it felt profoundly feverish.

Both of them tumbled over each other when Jasper tried to hold her steadier. She was reaching up to his level, longing for more and more of him, her tongue gliding against his. But Jasper ached to set the pace, to take charge of the mess of emotions radiating from her. He could feel it all so intensely. The enthusiasm, appetite and raw lust. Jasper was overwhelmingly addicted to it, but he wanted her to taste his own desires. Just as easy as he felt all of her, he allotted his own sensations to flow, echoing her every emotion.

Alice muffled what would have been a blatant moan against his lips. The surge coming from her Jasper stirred in her a wildfire. She hadn't any clue he had been retaining such void within. "Jasper." She panted while her fingers dawdled up to grip his hair, tugging its locks just right. He felt that fluctuation, the explicit demand for him.

He hadn't ever felt this way. It was sheer madness Alice had swept him off his stability, walking into his life just the day before. He saw himself yield and drop each and every skepticism, allured each time more to her. Alice was his particular drug, and every new pressure of their bodies made him more addicted.

"I can stop if you want me to—" It occurred to him how human Alice was in her own vampire way, and Jasper was aware it wasn't customary for humans to dive into such outbursts. Not without institutionalizations and time, and even then, many didn't indulge in it. Jasper would respect if that was Alice's decision. He was a gentleman through it all.

"No!" Alice pleaded, seeing the vision changing with his doubt. Taking charge of it herself, she yanked him toward her again, urging their lips together. Surprisingly enough, this time, it was slow, torturously lazy.

Jasper bent over to meet her lips, devouring them with utter eagerness. But that wasn't enough. He needed more, he ached severely for her, and their height difference wasn't especially helping now. Hooking his arms behind her knees, hands spread across her stocking covered thighs, Jasper hoisted Alice in a single motion, pressing her up against the hallway wall. She gulped, the excitement of his arousal against her conveying Alice on a frenzy. Her legs wrapped around his hips on a secure grip. All Jasper wanted was fast and rough, but Alice retook control of their pace, exploring every length of his mouth, savoring him how she wanted.

Her lips broke from his to pursue a pathway along his strong jawline. Her teeth nibbling the scared skin sent a shiver down Jasper's vertebrae. The angle was much pleasanter and enabled Alice to plant soft kisses on his throat, pecking his jugular. It was almost like she could taste his absent pulse against her lips. The urge was so strong, Alice gave in, slowly sucking on his neck, scratching her teeth ever so slightly against his skin. It was Jasper's turn to groan.

He couldn't retrieve the last time he felt so lascivious. Alice spread an intense wave of drought and want, such a deep yearning he could barely restrain himself. But she was setting their speed as lazy as viable, the woman had waited twenty-eight years to be with the man she loved, she was going to relish every minute of it, as human and unhumanly as possible.

The nonchalance and calm coming from her, Jasper picked up and interpreted instantly. There was still that intense desire, the lust, but he understood exactly what she wanted. Jasper held her small figure with security as he drew Alice away from the wall, carrying her up the stairs to the second floor.

The light was faint because of the rain pouring heavily outside and the lamps not being lit up. Vampires didn't necessitate much to see, and the lack of visibility only magnified their senses. He savored observing Alice that way, with the moonlight as their only company, embracing her curves with its mild glow. He settled her down, and this time, when his hands cupped her cheek and his body arched down to meet hers, Jasper kissed her leisurely.

The emotions he was emanating were so rich in counterpart that Alice felt almost tortured. She sensed how badly he desired her, how every inch of Jasper was longing to have her. Alice never deemed it was possible, but her knees felt wobbly, lacing her hands around his neck to find her security.

They wandered to the bed, never disrupting the kiss. Jasper was going to set her down on the cushion, but Alice hurriedly shifted their positions in an abrupt motion, sitting Jasper down on the bed instead. She hauled back to contemplate him in utter lust, that was shared from them both.

Alice was torturously striking, lips plumped and hair dissolute. Jasper had observed it so perfectly combed and pinned before. Now he had a glimpse of how the short locks pointed wildly everywhere. She was superb. He thought of objecting when she took a step backward, but the words dissolved in his mouth when Alice reached behind her back to undo the opening of her dress. He responded as if he was losing his breath.

The fabric descended deliberately down her body, brushing down her shoulders until it got caught on her hips. Jasper reached to her aid, with a sturdy grip of the fabrics, drawing Alice that step forward again. His cold nose found her stomach, nuzzling her lustrous skin gently before his lips planted a kiss on her navel and teeth nibbled its way down.

Alice didn't hold back her groan this time, palms clutching fistfuls of his hair to haul again. Jasper suddenly had a newfound pleasure in the way she did that. Her response fueled him, to push the dress completely down to the floor. Alice donned an impeccable lingerie combination, with a garter belt and stockings. The wine-colored pieces, except for the socks, utterly sublime against her skin.

Jasper took in every inch like he was mapping her body. Her bust wasn't large and yet the round shapes fit in a small and perfect curve on her silhouette. Jasper profaned that the brasserie was still on because he would have appreciated capturing them with his eager lips and hands. Her waist was smaller, thin and her hips followed the upward pattern with just a slight curve. Her thighs were firm, muscled in just the right measure. But it was her piercing eyes that made Jasper feel as if his core was beating again. He had to lean back to cherish the beauty of her frame for a moment.

She took advantage of that vacillation to step out of the dress and straddle him. "You're overdressed," Alice complained while her fingers clutched the arduous task of unbuttoning his shirt. She realized how much she enjoyed the position, sitting there on his lap with his groin pressed against her intimacy, her face right at his level, taking complete control over him.

That power movement was rapidly distinguished by Jasper, and it brought a smirk to his lips. "You like this." He challenged amusedly.

"What?" Alice questioned innocently, but Jasper wasn't buying it.

"The control." She bit her lower lip, caught in the act. "I enjoy it too." Surprisingly, he declared. Jasper was always in control, it was different than manipulation, so it was pleasant to let go of his guard to let her take the lead.

She didn't say anything. Alice sank in to kiss him again. Her mouth sculptured at the same generous pace her hands did, removing his shirt, but she halted when her fingertips felt then crescents injuries that covered his arms completely.

Jasper granted her time to inspect it when her mouth pulled back from his. He figured she must be horrified as the frown dwelled across her temples. Alice was intrigued but not appalled. She outlined each of his scars on his arms and moved to trace a map of his chest. Jasper was stunned when her fingertips were displaced by her mouth. She distributed small kisses to his scars, but only when her tongue traced the crescents that Jasper lost control.

Alice felt his cock pulse toward her middle while his knuckles grasped her hips with strength. She panted, biting his chest in return. He hadn't ever behaved so instinctively when he flipped them over, placing Alice's back on the mattress with enough force to make the wood structure squeak beneath them. To that, Alice giggled. He was this massive and strong vampire all of a sudden, taken by his desire for that woman, and there she was laughing with her arms and legs encircled around him.

"You are one frightening little monster," Jasper taunted, he was smiling too when he paused to peer at her.

Both of them just held still in that moment, exchanging a long gaze. Their souls connected in such a mysterious level, Jasper couldn't begin explaining. In a hundred years, he had never contacted or even seen anything like it. Did he love her? How was that feasible when he had just met her?

"Come back to me, will you?" She traced his jaw, seeing his mind had gone far. Jasper beamed at her again.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." He told her cheekily before inclining to capture her lips again. "I'm right here."

What unfolded was more hurried than before. Both of them aching for more, impatient to endure the boundaries of their emotions, if there was any. Jasper unclasped her brasserie while she undid his belt. But as he had wished before, he leaned over to take each areola in his mouth. That sent her concentration to hell. Alice arched against his touch, eyes shutting tight to savor the surge of pleasure he was causing her. Jasper drank on her delight as he fed off her, like an eager lover, devouring her body most deliciously.

He didn't require touching her to know she was wet, the scent of her pooling center had taken over the room, but Jasper stretched down anyways. His fingers massaged her mount in slow loops over the fabric. Both of them felt her agitation pile up, and Jasper took the lead, shoving aside the undergarment to meet Alice where she really desired. She was soaked already.

Alice whined loud this time, the touch and anticipation crawling from her intimacy to her entire body until it exuded straight to Jasper, making him want her so much more. He tracked kisses down her stomach until he was met with her garter belt. It wasn't so much Jasper didn't have experience removing those; he simply found them awfully unpractical. But he did so happily anyways, unhooking the stockings before unclasping the garter and rolling all down her legs, along with her underwear. Bare, she was even more remarkable than Jasper had portrayed.

His hands ran up her thighs, touching the inner skin just to spread her legs open. Jasper felt her shiver under his mouth when his lips found her center. Alice was feeling herself explode in slow motion. She had never felt anything more sublime. The voyeuristic images of them that kept filling her mind with every decision Jasper made only contributed to her stimulation. His tongue lapping her labia and clitoris nearly made Alice lose it. Instead, she reached over to yank his locks blandly.

"Jasper..." Hearing his name melt on her lips in utter pleasure made Jasper throb more and his covet for her expanded toward Alice. "Come up." She ordered when the emotion swept her. Jasper was unwilling. Instead, he invested deeper into sucking her vulva. She didn't hold back her appreciation for his enthusiasm.

It wasn't until her legs trembled and the breath escaping her lips graced rare that Jasper pulled back. He had felt the intense orgasm taking her fully a second before, but he hadn't stopped until she was wholly consumed. Alice felt slightly giddy, taken aback with the orgasm still overhauling her muscles, but she looked down just in time to see the wondrous sight of his face lifting from between her thighs, rumpled hair falling over his face, and his tongue licking his lips clean. In twenty-eight years as a vampire, Alice never felt so out of breath.

She prompted herself up on her elbows to eye at Jasper when he stood up. Alice sat up quickly when he reached for the buttons on his pants. "Let me." She clarified. He wasn't the only one emitting need between the two of them, and she had mused over and over about undressing him.

Loosening the buttons, Alice pushed Jasper's pants down. She couldn't deny she was startled to find him so free and at ease underneath the clothes, no undergarments, and her breath was caught again. Jasper was enormous, thick, manly, and his thighs muscular. Desire took over her as she watched him all naked, with boots on still.

It wasn't until Alice seemed lost for a short moment that Jasper realized she had never actually had sex. He kicked off the boots and joined her on the bed instead. Hovering her body with his own as he planted kisses to her shoulders, neck, all the way up to her lips.

"I—" She opened her mouth to say, but he covered her lips in a slow kiss.

"I know."

"I thought I was the psychic here." Alice mused, feeling the relaxing wave Jasper sent her way. She wrapped her arms around his heck to bring him closer, devouring his mouth.

"We can slow down if you would rather," Jasper told her, his hands stroking the leg Alice had stubbornly wrapped around his waist.

"I waited for twenty-eight years. I want you now, Jasper." Her tone was determined, and she honestly didn't really have to say the last part. He knew, without a doubt, just how much Alice wanted him. She arched against him, nonetheless rubbing herself against his cock to prove her point. "I never desired you more." She muttered in a faint gasp when Jasper actually pressed her down against the mattress. She could feel his cock rock hard against her vagina.

"I want you too." For a moment, Jasper stood still, and he lifted the barriers of his emotions again. He had been so used to doing that, sometimes he didn't notice himself holding things back. But he wanted her to know all he felt, so he let it flow to Alice.

She wailed so loud, just from welcoming all he felt, the lust and passion fulfilling her entirely. And then there was love. Alice wasn't expecting to experience the same matching emotion that ran through her regularly when she thought of him. That wondrous love that gave her hope from so long was now coming from the other way around. She wasn't anticipating it, not so easily and so soon. But it was there prowled between all the desire. She couldn't feel anything more comforting. Jasper didn't need to say it; maybe he didn't even understand it yet. But Alice knew now, she had felt it.

When Jasper finally opened her legs and placed himself between them, she gaped at him again. He was waiting for her avail and when he got it, Jasper didn't delay. It wasn't a comfortable fit at start. Jasper wasn't just large, but she was also small. It was surely a tight fit, and he sensed the uncomfortableness on her when he made his way down into her. Jasper reached between them to massage her clitoris. That and the wave of unwinding he sent her served for them to get roused.

He didn't move until the swells of pleasure were coming from Alice again. When that happened, Jasper began thrusting in the pace of her crave. They only grew stronger and stronger. Alice began aching for more with every jab, wanting him deeper, faster. She didn't say it, but Jasper felt the lewd covets, and he matched each desire with fervor.

The luscious moans and grunts escaping both their lips mixed and dissolved into their mouths as they exchanged passionate kisses.

Beneath them, the bed began squeaking again, this time louder with each pound of Jasper's moves. The pace became so intense it occurred to both of them that the bed may not endure them. It wasn't like any other human fucking. It was literally two inhumanly strong beings, jostling and rolling against each other.

As the pleasure and the emotions started peaking up with every obstinate roll of his hips, Alice had to grasp onto Jasper's back, nails digging deep on his skin every time he hammered her deeply. His name continually escaping her lips, along with incoherent sweet nothings. Jasper was so bewildered with her lust and her pleasure, he couldn't sustain withholding anything either. Alice could feel it all, that astonishing pleasure he felt too, that brought her so near the edge.

It fumed over all together when Jasper felt her so close. He speed up, shoving obstinately farther into her. That drew her right where he wanted, up and over the cliff of her orgasm. Alice didn't hold back the vehement scream of his name. Observing her peak brought Jasper over the edge, too, and he followed her on with a thick load.

"Alice." He panted loud, moving still in the aftershocks of pleasure. She was shaking again beneath him. Jasper realized for a brief moment that his own frenzy had sent her on yet another spasm.

The bed shrieked and shattered underneath them the second that followed, taking even the psychic by surprise. Jasper had instinctively covered her body with his own during the fall, in an attempt to protect her. Past the shock, they gazed at each other. They both bubbled into laughter after a second, still in the cloud of sublime pleasure. Alice had never felt so incredibly satisfied in her entire existence, and that was assuredly the best sex Jasper ever had.

He planted a kiss to her chest, taking in her scent and the smell of their sex mixing with the ambient. She smelt it too, that newfound arousing aroma. The impressive part was Alice felt as if she could run across the globe or simply go at it again.

"Already?" He asked, raising his gaze up to her with amusement when he sensed the desire burning again. Alice chuckled, biting her lower lip.

"We might need to relocate."

And they did. That night, unlike the one before, there wasn't much room for talking as they spend it rolling around like that, tirelessly.