Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Inception on a Rainy night

Chapter 5:

A/N: This chapter has absolutely noting to do with the progression of the plot of the story. This is the promised lemon, which should have made an appearance in the previous chapter.

BPOV:

Jasper! My heart sang, even as his touch did things to my body. His lips continued to trace the shell of my ear as his hand slipped beneath my tee to slowly stroke my back. Goose bumps broke across my flesh, not form his cold, but his touch. Gently, he slipped his hand to the front, caressing my stomach. I had to bit my lips to prevent the moans that were threatening to escape. Slowly, torturously, his hand moved up between my breasts and stayed there. I realized that he was feeling my heart beat.

"Mine," came his low growl and with that my pebbled nipples hardened painfully.

He whipped me around to face him, still holding my hands above my head and pushed me back into the stack of crates. His eyes were black, and I knew it was anger more than passion.

"You reek of them," he hissed, his expression fierce, as he pinched my nipple hard through my bra.

I didn't even try to hold myself back this time. I moaned, long and hard. His lips were almost onto mine as he whispered.

"Shh… Miss Swan. There are people up there, do you want them to come down here and watch what a dirty little girl you are?" he growled.

I tried to capture his lips with mine by craning my neck, but he wasn't having any of it. He pulled back, my want for him so acute that I wasn't above begging. I couldn't explain the hold, the pull he had for me, but I knew I was ruined for life. I would never love another like this.

I love him?

Yes! My heart sang as it bubbled over with the same emotion I had felt when we had first finished making love. I love him and would stay by his side for as long as he would have me.

He buried his face in my neck and purred. Another vampire thing. He must have felt my emotions. His breathing grew ragged as his hold in my hands tightened; his other had gripping my waist.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me, to smell those men on you? I almost killed that little shit when he put his paws on you," he hissed as he began licking and sucking on the hickey he'd given just hours ago. It went on for so long that I worried I would be left with a permanent mark on my neck.

"You're mine, Isabella," he said in a deadly calm voice, and instead of scaring me it just made me wetter. "I'll annihilate anyone who tries to take you from me."

He finally brought down his lips on mine, and as I felt his cool tongue slip into my mouth, I knew this was where I belonged.

"You're mine," he repeated and I could see the possessive streak on his face. He nipped my bottom lip, "this belongs to me," he declared as his hand squeezed my breast, "mine," he continued, and finally, slipped a finger inside me, pressing the heel of his hand on my clit, "All mine," he concluded.

When had he gotten my pants undone? A part of my brain asked. That part was easy to ignore. I felt my hands being tied by something and as I looked up, I found that it was a torn piece of silk and lace. My panties. I don't know how, but he managed to tether my hands above my head with something I couldn't see and turned to look at me with the cruelest expression I had ever seen on his face.

"Do you want me, Isabella?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Say it!" he demanded.

"Yes," I gasped out.

"You know that anyone could walk in on us, maybe that huge black bear that you're so friendly with, and reek of will come down wondering where you are," he continued talking as he removed my jeans.

I watched in silent anticipation as he pulled up my tee and ripped off my bra from my body. I was going to experience a serious shortage of lingerie if this was the rate at which he kept tearing them off. Again he blurred, and then I was sitting on top of a couple of crates, completely naked as he adjusted the height of my tied hands that were beginning to ache a little.

I greedily eyes his jeans covered bulge. A single touch from him turned me wanton, my mind focused only on him, on his touch as my brain ceased processing the world around us. He spread my legs apart, and then placed my heels at the edge of the crate and catching up, I scooted my butt to the edge as well, exposing myself completely to him.

Two days ago, I could never imagine myself doing something like this, behaving in such a manner and yet with Jasper, it felt natural to open myself to him, offer myself to him. He thrust two fingers into my core and my head fell back, hitting the crate behind me with a dull thud as the bottles inside rattled slightly.

He began to pump into me fast and hard with his fingers, leaving me frantic to catch up with him.

"Do you like this Isabella?" he asked, lips twisted into a sneer.

Before I could answer, he thrust in another finger, never breaking his pace and I couldn't help the scream that left my lips before he clamped his hand down on my mouth. He lowered his face so our noses were almost touching, his fingers continuing to work me, his dark eyes glinting with passion.

"Do you want them to come down to watch me take you, Isabella? Does the idea of others watching turn you on, hmm?" he asked, his hand still clamped down on my mouth. "Shake or nod your head," he commanded.

I managed to shake my head, though how my mind managed to make that decision I'll never know. His fingers twisted inside me, making me choke on my own scream as his hand stayed firmly planted on my mouth.

"If you don't want the others to see what naughty things your professor does to you, you'll keep quiet Miss Swan," he instructed as he finally removed his hand. The next instant, his thumb was circling my clit as his mouth punished my nipples in the most delicious of ways.

I clamped my teeth shut, trying to keep the animalistic noises I wanted to make from escaping. He relentlessly continues his assault on my body, which continued to respond to him like an obedient disciple. I could feel my orgasm building, my body spirally to the height of ecstasy, when he removed his fingers from me abruptly, bringing me crashing down from my bliss.

"No!" I moaned in protest, no longer caring of what the world might hear. He slipped his fingers, coated with my juices into my mouth, making me taste myself. I liked his fingers clean, when he sheathed himself into me with no warning. The scream that erupted from the pits of my belly came out as a choked gurgle due to his fingers still in my mouth. I felt his hard thickness pulsing within me as my bottom stung from the coarse wood of the crate, having been thrust back by his force.

He grabbed my hips with both his hands as he pulled me back to the edge of the crate and I reveled in the feeling of being complete.

He started pounding into me, long, fast deep strokes as he held my eyes with his.

"You're mine, Isabella; mind and body, heart and soul, you belong to me," and while his voice was low, I could hear the storm raging in them.

"Yours," I choked out.

"Again," he demanded as he continued to fill me again and again.

"Only yours," I managed, successfully limiting myself to only those two words.

"Convince me."

"Yours, yours, yours…" I chanted hoping I could convince him, afraid he would stop again. I needed him to go on, I was close, so close. I could feel the bubble of my pleasure growing, ready to pop.

Just there, just there… I chanted in my head as I raced to reach fulfillment.

"You know my gift Bella, I won't let you come till you convince me properly," he growled slightly.

Oh God! He was holding back my orgasm? This has to be the cruelest form of torture.

Jasper was relentless and the pleasure was too much to let my mind function properly. He continued moving in and out of me, the rash from the coarse wood of the crate creating another dimension to the experience. The smell of my sweat and our sex permeated the dank air which itself mildly smelled of liquor.

Soon, very soon the pleasure became too much and started turning into pain. I began begging Jasper for release, something that was becoming increasingly familiar in the short while we had know each other.

"Please," I begged but he remained silent, his face a mask of determination and concentration.

"Please, Jasper, I'm yours. Yours!" I choked out, tears beginning to blur my eyes. It was too much, just too much and I didn't think I could take any more.

"Try again," he prompted.

"I'm yours, I'll always be yours."

"Try again," he ground out.

I made a last attempt, knowing my body could no longer bear the overload of pleasure.

"Forever yours," I whispered, on the brink of my sanity.

"Yes," he hissed.

The next instant, he pressed down on my clit, sending me into the most violent orgasm of my life, as his mouth descended on mine to capture my screams. Tears ran down my cheeks as my body seized up, pleasure and pain running amok in my body, muscles spasming, heart fluttering, blood thundering as I felt his cool seed fill me. My soul seemed to soar above my body as I slumped in his arms, knowing I was safe in his embrace.

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