Bella's unconcious form covered in billowing silk haunted my thoughts. Her body besieged many of my nocturnal hours. She was mine for the taking, a rose in the garden of God. An ancient sense whispered in my ear, not yet. Not yours. I could sense her growing up, maturing from a scared girl to confident woman. Her sense for the supernatural grew. Someone pushed open the door to Vetiver. I hid in the shadow of an unlit corner, watching as Bell stepped through. Her porcelain skin glowed in the red light, and as she tugged off a red hat, her brown hair betrayed streaks of golden highlights. Don't pick the rose, Jasper. However, the Devil knew that many things can be down to a flower without picking it.
Alice referred to Vetiver as a "red-ish, brown-ish hole in the wall". Her disdain for the little place was enough to avoid it. It was surprisingly charming. Naked bulb dotted the ceiling, each perfectly above small round tables. Tall vintage candles teemed with a spooky ambiance. A vehement longing walked along the walls. Jasper.
As she stood by the bar, all of the lights dimmed at once. A small stage was illuminated by soft spotlights, at the end of the long space. A tall woman, dressed in black sequins and red lipstick walked out. She held a microphone attached to a thick wire. Looking at her was to look back in time. From the shadow, a band started to play some jazz. Mesmerized by the way the woman seemed to float into the the music, her shoulders lifting up and down with the beat. Baby, baby, baby, she began, I don't want to hurt you. Everything went still, and Bella felt weightless as she realized there was a shadow in the front row. A solitary figure, a glass of whiskey, a candle, and a finger beckoning her over. But you're just too good to be true. She remembered the silk, and the smell of him over her. She ordered a whiskey, whatever he's having. You and I- we need no reason. You're a rose in the Garden of Eden.
She tried to sit as quietly as possible. "She can't hear us," Jasper turned his smile onto her. His hair waved chaotically around his face, making him look slightly like a mad conductor. But the rest of him, impeccable suit and clean hands. "She also cannot hear us," and as he spoke his voice was carried to her ear clearly in a seductive whisper.
"Playing tricks, are we," she sipped the fire from the glass. It went down her throat surprisingly smoothly.
"No tricks, just full privacy and nothing else. I promise," he tilted his head to the side, listening. Baby, baby, baby, we're so fragile. Our heartstrings are so thin, but we don't need no reason. You're my rose in the Garden of Eden. Bella raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing else, huh? Just an innocent night out on the town?"
"If that is what you wish," he looked her earnestly in the eyes, and his sincerity took her completely off guard. "It shall be so."
This was not pretending. She was ready to give him her everything, body and soul. Companionship and love. She was totally fucked for this dude.
"Have you finally come to collect on what I owe?" How many other girls had gone through this? How many others had he seduced and tricked into loving? What would happen after they… made love? Would it all end? He was so easy to lust after, was it really such a big jump into love?
He sat back, hands interlocking. "These things have their dues. Time's a ticking, my dear Isabella. I punish those who are late." She reached for him, her hand finding solace in his upper arm. To have even a chance of being with him, to make him understand how much she loved him, a soul seemed to be a cheap thing to give. He was Lucifer, and with a deep breath, she realized the depraved things she would do to be by his side. He wanted her soul for a chance at loving him. A gentle hand on her face pulled her back to him, his eyes the red of blood and the blue of Eternity. "You look terrified-"
"Take me," she whispered. "Fuck me, Devil"
He smiled, a beautifully depraved look coming across his face. He pushed everything off the table, candle and drinks shattering upon the floor. "You know I love a terrified woman," he pulled her to him and with real terror she watched as two of his teeth lengthened slightly. "But I have not earned that yet. We can play darkness later, for now, I want to enjoy your pussy as God intended." Those words sent molten lava to her core. His hands gently ducked under sweater, massaging her gently swelling breasts. Fuck, he got her so turned on. It was like nothing, he was some sort of infinite aphrodisiac. She took her top off, leaving him to unclip the bra. His hands covered them perfectly, as though molded for his very palm. "They're so perfectly formed," he moaned in her ear, concurring with her thoughts. She rubbed her hips against his, gratified to feel a large bulge under her. He peppered kisses across her jaw, and then her neck. He did not seem to be interested in actually kissing, which was good. That would be too intimate.
"May I bite you, dearest?" His southern drawl was intensified. His finger pads rubbed the nubs of her nipples, and the thought of a bite from him sounded divine.
"If you don't bite me," she breathed, falling against him as her muscles spasmed from arousal, "I will fucking die." A hand wrapped around her neck and she was guided down to the table. It was large enough to hold her torso, but her head dangled off.
"Die? I'll be waiting for you at the gates of hell then," and he plunged into her neck. She screamed in pain, but it disappeared quickly, replaced by the softest suckling. Her body relaxed, understanding the lack of danger.
"Take them off," she breathed to him, and he moaned into her neck. The fact she was still in pants was a tragedy. She started to breathe heavily, realizing she was near an orgasm anyways. From the bite. She threw her head back, preparing to climax as he withdrew. Fucker. She was a panting, hot mess. His teeth showed red, and he took a large swig from a whiskey glass In tact. He pushed her down when she tried to sit up and get rid of the pants herself.
"Ah, ah, no. You are mine," he cooed, sounding downright evil.
"I'm trying to give it tp you," she frustratedly looked onto upside down candles, his palm was firmly pushing down.
"You're doing perfectly. Patience, my darling, is your first lesson." Something sharp poked her hip, a claw? She was prevented from looking. It ran slowly down a leg, wrapped around him. The fabric loosened.
"You don't have to ruin the pants," she whined. Something long and dark, a ribbon, stuffed itself into her mouth. He grabbed a handful of jean and pulled like he was unwrapping a present. The click of a belt falling down, and something pressing into her truly shut her up.
"It'll hurt," he leaned over her, his face apologetic. Give it to me anyways. "But I want you to come with me the first time." He kissed her chastely on the cheek as he released her to look. She spit out the ribbon. He was not kidding, and she was silent as he rubbed the head over her clit. It was large, almost unmanageably so. Emphasis on almost. She was so happy with her choice of sex toys at home now.
"Please," she moaned. "Please, Jasper, please do it."
"If you keep pleading, I won't be able to resist you," a hardness came into his tone. A struggle inside the effortless persona.
"Please, please, please," she chanted, grinding up and down him, wetting him with herself. "Bury yourself into me, Devil." He caressed her neck, and finally came to a decision.
He pushed into her, and she cried with happy pleasure. It stretched everything in all of the right places. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull herself to the base.
"Fuck," he said, and it sounded like surrender. "You're taking it so well."
"More," she whined.
"You don't know what you're asking for."
"Well then, show me, you fucker!" She cried as he pushed fully into her, setting a monstrous pace. She laughed, egging him on to go faster. Her orgasm was building so large that she knew she would lose her breath falling from the top.
"Wait for me, baby," he latched a hand on her shoulder, and she saw that his fingers hand lengthened slightly into foggy claws. Fuck, why was that so hot? She was getting so close, when finally, she felt him twitch inside her. It pushed her over, and her insides clenched so hard that she was sure she was going to push him out. Instead, he fought and stayed in. That wet warmth trickled out of her.
"I-" love you. "Were you keeping that from me," she teased, barely able to speak from the bliss.
"Fucking hell," was the Devil's response.
A Devil in love is much more dangerous than a Devil who hates. She was better than Eden. I have to proceed carefully. If I have to destroy God to bind her to me, I will. If I have to sacrifice all of Creation for her, I will. Maybe if I was a safer creature, I could wipe the terror from her face. I needed to be terrible to protect her, at least. Something's after her. I can feel it. Hopefully, my mark will be enough for now.
A/N: Eight almost nine years on- these guys finally did it for real! So proud of them.
Wishing you a cozy holiday season!