The Major and His General
A/N: Picks up right where the last chapter ends.
Chapter 7: Let me love you
3rd P.O.V
The next thing Serenity knows is that the shirt she is wearing is gone from her body. Jasper's tossing the top to the side as he admires the view of his mate.
"I never thanked you,"
Serenity is confused by the statement and Jasper shook his head softly smiling. He is back over her again, hands on the side of her face.
"Thank you," His lips are suddenly on the scar that maimed the right side of her face. She shivers as he traces it with his tongue, following it all the way down until it ends on the right side of her neck. Then he's kissing the bite beside the scar.
"Thank you," He repeats again and as his lips move to caress the bite marks on the left side of her neck. Serenity realized what he was doing, and her face felt suddenly hot, her vision blurred and tears fell down her cheeks.
"Shh, " The swipe of his thumbs, lips meeting her own as his hands fell to her shoulders.
"Thank you," This time the words were against her lips as his hands caressed the patch of scarred flesh, strong, rough, nimble fingers tracing the bite marks before moving to her chest.
Her breath hitched and she tensed as he diligently ran a finger over the bites that formed capital M branded into her chest by Maria herself. A scar that they shared. Perhaps she had just hoped he wouldn't notice.
She raised her hand, fingers barely touching the fabric of his green shirt before her hand was pinned down by one of his.
"Patience, Darling, or I will tie you up." The threat against her lips made a thrill of desire go through her and for heat to build between her legs.
Still she went limp in his hold.
"Good girl, you'll get what you want soon enough," He drawled once more, brushing their lips together and sliding his fingers down her arm. She wasn't sure if she could take this.
The feeling of his fingers tracing her scars, the whole thank you he gave for each scar. Some of them even before his time.
Why was he doing this?
Thanking her?
He would've done the same!
As if sensing her dilemma which he probably did. The fingers paused momentarily, the tips of his fingers pressed down electing a sharp intake of breath from her before they let up, but it was his eyes that really grabbed her attention.
His black, onyx eyes over the current lust and love flowing through them, his eyes were glazed with a see through film. Tears, Serenity realized somewhere in the depths of her mind and she reached out.
This time he didn't stop her as she rested a hand on his face, thumb brushing underneath his eye as if to wipe away tears that were not ever going to fall. He closed his eyes and when he spoke. Serenity could hear, see, and feel his pain.
"I need to do this! Should've done this the first night we met, I need to..." He trailed off and quickly, so fast she barely had time to feel it. He kissed her for real. Their tongues tangled together and everything but he pulled away so fast that if it wasn't for the string of his venom and her saliva connecting them she would be sure she imagined it.
"I need to, Serenity, My Serenity, My General, I need to, let me, Please let me love you!" Major Jasper Whitlock wasn't one to plead, to beg, or ask for anything but he needed this...Finding out that he would've killed her. He needed this. He really, truly, and utterly needed this! Needed her.
"Only if you let me lov-" He snarled, cutting off her comeback.
"No!"
"No," He repeated softer this time, noticing her flinching away from him.
"I need, just for tonight, let this be about you? Please? I need it to just be you!" He breathed trailing his hands up and down her sides.
"Okay," She breathed and her hand fell away from his face. "Thank you, thank you, so fuckin much," He mummered placing kisses to her throat. Then he was back to his task until he could go no further due to her jeans.
He brushed his thumbs across the waistband of her jeans, giving her a half smirk and half smile as he gave her one last kiss and then his lips were all over her body.
Of all the things she had expected she didn't expect for him to start kissing his way down her body, lips meeting every single scar, tongue tracing them.
Serenity tried to breathe, tried not to tremble beneath his gentle, soft treatment, as he'd kiss every single scar, and a part of her healed with this. With every touch of his lips he was setting something free, and suddenly the scars on her skin no longer showed her strength, no longer showed her survival, no, they showed that, but now they showed that this is why she had survived.
She had suffered just for this moment.
Just for him to make her feel like this!
She had never felt more alive than when his hands and lips were on her skin.
She was filled with such emotion that it moved her to tears, once more, warmth bloomed into her chest and she felt so loved, wanted, she felt beautiful. Her mate was making her feel all these things and it was so overwhelming.
"Alright, Darlin, do you need me to stop?"
She couldn't speak to answer him, couldn't even force her head to move but she didn't want him to stop, she needed more and he felt that. So, he continued, and by the time his lips got to where her jeans were she was a pile of goo. Nothing but whines, whimpers, and gasps of breath.
For the life of her the tears wouldn't stop but they didn't seem to bother her mate as he brushed his thumb across the waistband of her jeans, once more, this time his tongue following the action.
Serenity was numb, and yet feeling everything all at once. Part of her aching to flip their positions, do to him what he had done to her. To heal him like he just did her, and yet she was basking in this warm, this slow attention, so unfamiliar to her, and it was making her burn with need for him. She wanted to ask him to stop because it was so overwhelming and so she could focus on loving him like this, but he had pleaded with her to let him do this.
She wasn't sure what had brought this on but she had promised to let him love her. So she melted against the mattress and let all the pleasurable feelings overwhelm her, let them drown her, and she let herself fall apart with this. Let it heal her, with the knowledge that her mate held all the pieces and would never let them from his grasp.
Jasper knew that he had made her overwhelmed with emotion and his undead heart warmed that it was him who made her feel like this. A soft purr came from his lips, and he nuzzled his face against the wet fabric of her jeans, and he inhaled the scent of her arousal before pulling away and once more sat back on his knees.
Gently he ran the tips of his fingers over her jean clad sex marveling at the soaked fabric. Had his simple touches, and kisses done this to her? Made her so wet? He had to see her. He tore the fabric away from her body causing her to moan as her bare sex came in contact with cool air.
Forget wet, his mate was fuckin soaked. A growl tore itself from his lips and he breathed in deeply as the smell of her arousal only intensified.
"Fuck, oh baby," Jasper was in awe. So much fuckin awe of his mate, and he couldn't have stopped himself if he tried from placing his bare hand to her sex. Slipping two fingers into her heat. She moaned again, body arching towards him.
"Baby girl, you're so beautiful, so fuckin wet, so fuckin soaked, fuck, I did this, didn't I?" He asked as he gently moved his fingers at a leisurely, gentle pace.
She couldn't answer. The best she could manage was a strangled sound that sounded between a sob and a moan. She was filled with to much heat it was almost painful. She had been slowly burning before but the feeling of his fingers and that burning had turned to fire.
Her Jasper seemed to have no problem with the fact she couldn't speak and continued on, onyx eyes locking eyes with hers and his gaze swam with such intensity that her breath hitched.
"Fuck, I can feel you, baby, I can smell you, you smell divine, Fuck, I love you! I-" The rest of his sentence flies over her head. Sure, he had felt it from her and she had felt it from him, it's as natural as breathing, it went without saying, because it should've been instinctual, something she had already known but it wasn't, and hearing him say it...
"Fuck, I love you!"
"I love you!"
"love you!"
Any remaining walls of suppression, any pain she had ever endured that she had yet to let go of, that warm feeling in her heart that she had yet to express to him in fear of it being too soon because despite being soulmates. She thought maybe he wouldn't return strength of her feelings. Came falling down and she let him in.
Let him feel just how strongly she felt about him. Everything that she couldn't tell him in that moment because her chest was bursting with so much love that she couldn't speak, her body filled with such deep desires that she couldn't voice, and she let him feel it all.
For Jasper it hit him suddenly, he was in the middle of finishing his sentence, saying a number of sexy things that he knew she wanted to hear when it crashed into him.
Love,
it was the purist, most unconditional, and the best emotion that he had ever felt coming from her. He had felt it before, but not like this. It was warm, ignited him from his head to his toes, encasing him in such warmth that he could fade into it, wrap himself in it, and it overwhelmed him.
He took a sharp breath. His movements freezing for the fraction of a second.
For that moment it was utterly silent. The only thing between them being her shallow breathing. It was just a moment.
"I feel ya," Jasper's voice was thick with emotion, his accent heavy and rich, and she couldn't tell if he was growling or purring as he suddenly grabbed her legs, hooking one over each of his shoulders, feeling his palms flat against her back, and the drag of his tongue against her heat.
Nothing could possibly have prepared her for the force of her mates hunger as he practically devoured her.
Licking, biting and sucking.
She gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white, and she thrashed about unable to withstand the pleasure on top of the already swarming emotions. She couldn't take it, he had turned her into nothing but a pile of moans, whines, whimpers, cries and now thrashes, and she couldn't take it anymore.
She screamed
Jasper kept going, licking, sucking, teeth scraping against her, and needing to hear more! He kept going until finally she released on his tongue. Purring he licked her clean before pulling away and gently setting her legs back down.
"Did that feel good, Darlin?" He drawled running the tip of his index finger over her sensitive slit. He wasn't expecting an answer.
"More?" His head snapped up, eyes leaving her swollen womanhood to connect with hers. "Ya want more?" He purred
"Yes," It took all her energy to gasp the word out.
"I can give you more, little one," He muttered and then pulling himself away from her completely in a flash he was undressed and once again he was hovered over her. Her sweaty body flushed against his.
Gently he flipped her onto her stomach moving her hair out of his way as his lips descended onto the back of her neck. She shivered in his hold as he placed his lips to every scar along her back. Once more she was a mere mess beneath him.
Oh god, he was doing it again!
He was carefully caressing each scar with his fingers and lips, once more thanking her, again! She slid her arms underneath the pillow her head was resting on, and squeezed burring her face into the fabric, her muscles tensing up with each touch, each kiss along her spine.
"Don't tense on me, baby, you wanted more, remember?" He murmured softly into her ear, lips caressing her ear, "Yes," She bit out through clenched teeth.
"Then relax," He breathed as his fingers stroked the length of her spine. She relaxed only to tense once more as his fingers brushed against her ass.
"It's okay, Sugah, I gotcha, remember, remember the desert?" He purred nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.
Flashes of the desert heat,
The side of her face being pressed against his shirt,
Her body pressed against the sand,
Hands tangled in her hair and him deep inside of her pounding into her further and further.
Their bodies covered head to toe with the course rough sand.
As if sensing her thoughts he once again spoke.
"Remember how I had ya, much rougher than this, hm, ya face in my shirt, ya hair in my fist, my hard cock deep in your ass, and you, you my mate, screaming for more?" He drawled teeth nipping her throat and she relaxed once more and Jasper took the opportunity to slip a finger into her.
They both moaned
"Fuck, ya so tight baby girl," He mummered, his other hand going back around her body and slipping back into her, making her cry out at the feeling of him stimulating her in both ways.
"Still so wet for me," He whispered fingers thrusting in and out of her.
"Are you ready for me?" He asked as he pulled his finger from her ass, and pressing his hard cock against her.
"Love me, Jasper, Major, Mate, love me," She murmured turning so he could kiss her and then he slowly slid into her, now both hands are at her front stimulating her and she cried out, back raising and meeting his chest.
"Mm, baby, fuck you're so tight, fuck I love being in you!" He moans out as he pulls out only to push back in.
He kept this up, softly thrusting, rocking into her, his fingers thrusting in and out of her gently, and he made love to her like that, and when she finally came apart.
He did it again.