"Stop…" his voice strained as I went to go.

"Why; it won't change things." I murmured as I looked down at my feet. This man held my heart and I wasn't going to let him break me into a million pieces from his words.

I didn't hear his steps as he walked closer to me, but the scent of his cologne had my senses running wild and my hormones matching them step for step. My heart pound in my chest like it's the freaking drummer of some heavy metal band. I want so baldy to continue walking to where I know my safety is ensured, but my feet just won't listen to my head; they've pledged their allegiance to my heart.

I feel as he skims his nose up and down my throat; breathing me in as much as I do him. I hate that without my permission my body craves his closeness.

I'm a traitor to myself, if not my heart.

I feel his hands creep up my flimsy camisole setting me on fire with his touch alone; a trail of goose flesh tailing the burn left behind until his hands rest just below my breasts. His strong frame wrapped around me like a security blanket, hiding me from the world. I can't help but gasp as his lips take over from his nose in his never ending need to claim me as his own.

Gently as if I'm made of spun glass his fingers creep around my bra, slowly turning me with his simple touch.

"Please, I can't do this anymore. You win, I lose." I whisper as he guides me back towards the shelves that had kept me safe until 6 months ago.

But my plea is met with nothing but silence.

My eyes are trained on the floor as he continues to pull my strings. I am his puppet and he is my master.

Slowly as if he wants me to beg one of his hands trails down my stomach towards my skirt, pulling at the strings that hold it up. By the time I count to 3 he has the string undone and the material falls to the floor around my feet. By the count of 5 he has my leg up to his hip and his mouth on mine. Its fire and ice meeting to make one hell of an explosion within me. I whimper at his control, and succumb to his will.

His hands travel all over me, from the slow tug on my panties to the teeth releasing the front clasp of my bar. Yet my hands are no different, tugging at his shirt, fighting with the button and zipper of his jeans.

I give him my all, my heart, body and soul.

Gently he enters me, holding me there as we give into the pull that I fought for so long. It's both heaven and hell. Heaven for the feeling of being complete; hell because I fought so long and against this to fall completely.

He swallows my moans and buries himself further in me than I ever thought possible. His movements slow and deliberate, showing me that he owns me, that he will own me until the day I die or he no longer yearns for me; either way it will be by his hands, his words and his heart that will end whatever it is that lives between us.

I want this to last forever, but I know this man. He is the unattainable fantasy come to life; to ruin me for any man that comes after him. I fought hard, his reputation in being a womanizer, a player, and a heartbreaker had me running at every sight. It was what made him chase me. I was different; it was my downfall. I'd had lost before the game had ever started.

I gasped as his hand traveled up my thigh creating the most delicious tingles chasing his movements. They trailed from behind my knee, over the flesh of my thigh, until they finally found their destination of where we were joined as one. Circling my button he gently blew against my heated skin, a whole new sensation ran through me. Wanton with a desire I never knew could be so intense I cried as my release ripped through me like I'd never felt before.

I felt as he followed me into euphoria; his golden curls circling his face as his head fell against my shoulder. His breath coming in short pants as he slowly lowered my legs towards the ground.

My eyes fell to the floor, what had I done?

Slowly as if afraid to spook me, I felt his hand raise my head; but I still couldn't meet his eyes, knowing that now he was going to say goodbye.

"Please look at me… I beg you." His words smothered in emotions I felt inside me.

Tears had fallen against my will. What was going to happen to me now, would word break out that not only had he won but that he had broken me beyond repair?

"Bella… please." I heard it; I felt it and I basked in it. That word filled with so much love that I doubted that I'd ever heard it from another and would sound just as beautiful.

Slowly my brown eyes met his grey eyes. They were wet just as mine.

"The game ended months ago, how did you not realize that? I'm yours and no-one else's. Please believe me." His words beseeched me and I knew. I knew without a doubt there was no lye or falseness in those words falling from his lips.

Gently I rose and kissed him, tentatively giving him me freely once more. Heart, body, soul, and mind. Belonged to him, given to him of my own choices.

He gasped, as he wrapped me in his arms; pulling me closer than ever before.

"I believe you… I love you Jasper." And I did, with my whole heart.