Hello lovely readers! It's been a long time since I've updated TROML and I'm so sorry! Life has just been crazy imposible to catch up to lately. I graduated with a bachelor's, I applied to grad school (and I got in!), got a new job and family stuff have all been taking up my time this year.
But I finally finished this chapter to share with you all!
Note: this chapter contains mature themes such as sexual content and violence
Bella awoke to soft, featherlight touches across her bare shoulder. Cool fingers drawing whorling patterns across her skin like tracing the constellations in the night sky.
Sighing, she turned as her eyes remained closed. She was still lost to sleep, barely mustering the will to wake up. But her body—her heart—seemed to know exactly where she needed to be. Who was waiting for her.
Tiny flashes of light swept across her eyelids as the warmth of the sun spilling into her bedroom crept across her body. Warm and inviting. Glimmering lights that reminded her of diamonds shining in natural lighting.
"Wake up, darlin'," Bella felt Jasper's lips graze her neck, teasing and coaxing, making her shiver. Bella finally opened her eyes to find hundreds of minuscule lights trailing across her bedroom walls and ceiling in sparkling grey and white shards. Diamonds shining beneath the rays of the sun. Mesmerized, she turned in Jasper's arms to find a sliver of sunlight caressing his cheek, making the crystals beneath his alabaster skin shine. Jasper smiled as she stared up at him in awe, "Mornin'."
Smiling, Bella reached a hand up to cup his face, running her thumb over his cheekbone. Her smile only widened as he leaned into her touch, his large hand covering hers as if to keep it on his cheek for as long as possible.
"Morning," she whispered, voice soft from sleep.
Jasper pressed his lips against hers without hesitation, rolling on top of her in one fluid motion. The gentle pecks they'd shared before couldn't compare to the full dizzying kiss he gave her. Lips pressing together, barely parting as he sank against her, forearms resting on the pillow above her head. His scent already intoxicating her with pleasure.
Bella moaned softly when he parted his lips, giving her silent permission to explore him. When her tongue slipped into his mouth, Jasper groaned his approval. His tongue joining hers in a slow, sensual dance as he sucked and nipped. They shifted on the bed together, the sheets lost amidst their shuffling and rolling until nothing was between them.
Bella gasped upon feeling Jasper's hard length pressing against her core when he rolled his hips. Her hands dug into his back, pulling him closer without thought. It was then that she became highly aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing anything other than her tank top and panties.
She'd fallen asleep just like that after last night...after they...
"Sorry," he panted, pulling away. "You make it hard for me to be good."
"Don't be," Bella breathed, a small smile on her lips. "I find that I rather like it when you're bad."
Jasper groaned again, letting his head fall to her shoulder, "You can't say those things to me, Bella."
She laughed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and holding him close. She kissed his neck and shoulder, realizing he wasn't wearing the sweater he'd had on last night but just a t-shirt thin enough that she could feel every ripple of muscle beneath her palms.
"I always feel safe with you," she admitted.
"Always," Jasper ran his hand down the side of her face, taking in every feature he could with his dark eyes. He rested his forehead against hers before he whispered, "I'll endeavor to keep it that way. For as long as you want me."
"Always," she said in return, making him give her a heartbreakingly beautiful smile before he pressed his full lips against hers.
After another round of long, intoxicating kisses, they finally agreed it was time to get out of bed, before Charlie got home from work after his night shift.
Getting ready for the day, Bella hurried off into the bathroom to take a quick shower while Jasper pulled the remainder of his clothes on, much to her disappointment.
It wasn't until Bella was standing in front of the mirror that she found herself blushing at the vivid memories that replayed in her mind. The memory of last night seared into her body and heart like a brand. Lips swollen and hair a mess from all the times Jasper ran his fingers through the long strands. She looked so unlike herself, in a way that was oddly empowering.
Remembering last night, Bella felt her blush run across her face and to her neck.
Her moans that were breathy and pleading. The feeling of him between her thighs. His groan of pleasure when she touched him, giving her control. The sensations he allowed her to feel emanating from the both of them. Drowning them in pleasure and love.
"What do you crave?"
"You. Always you."
She'd never felt herself give in to such need—to the lust that was so new to her that it should be startling. But with Jasper...all she felt was a craving for more.
Her lips curled upward as a smile took over at the same time she felt the familiar tendrils of love caress her soul. Reminding her that he was in the other room. Waiting for her. After she took her shower, washing her hair and the rest of her body, she opted to pull on an oversized t-shirt that reached her mid-thigh.
When she walked back into her room, she noticed Jasper was grinning down at an opened worn copy of Wuthering Heights laying flat on her nightstand, marking the last page she'd been reading, "Will you ever grow tired of reading this torture device you call a book?"
"You've barely even read it! You can't judge a book without properly reading it first," she laughed, snatching the book out of his grasp as Jasper's eyes shined with amusement. His smile was...it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.
"I did read it. More than once," he said when she turned to place the book on the shelf of her small bookcase by the wall. Bella froze momentarily, turning to face him with a questioning raise of her brow.
"More than once? When?"
Jasper's gaze flickered up to her before avoiding her curious eyes. As if he were suddenly embarrassed to admit the next words he said which made her heart stumble about.
"When you were with him," he started, his voice sounding rough, "I often heard you speak of it. I saw you reading it on more than one occasion at school. I guess in a way, I thought reading the same dreary book you loved so much brought me a little closer to understanding your mind. Your emotions. What you liked."
Bella's gaze softened.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Jasper's eyes flashed with momentary hurt that was quickly surpassed by his irritation towards himself and Edward, "You know why by now."
"You read it more than once?" She asked, still finding it hard to wrap her mind around the fact that Jasper had cared for her far longer than she ever thought. Long before she allowed herself to see anyone other than Edward. Something she would always regret...
Bella walked across the room and reached up to cup his face in her hands, making him look at her.
"You did that for me..."
To be closer to me.
Jasper inhaled sharply as he felt the purest of love wrapping around him, warming his cold heart. His hands covered hers as if needing to touch her when he felt her raw emotions so vividly.
"I love you, Jasper. So much it's hard to believe you're here, wanting me. Loving me. I don't think I deserve you, but I want to work towards it."
"Bella, I suspect I've always loved you and I will continue loving you for an eternity. I never want to hear those words from you again—you and only you will ever deserve me. As I will only ever be deserving of you. Do you understand?" he asked, tilting her chin up with his fingers so she could see he meant every word he said. Bella blushed, nodding, "Besides, reading that dreadful book should have been enough to tell you how much I love you."
They laughed at that, incapable of keeping their hands to themselves. Their self control snapping as Jasper leaned forward and kissed her, long and deep. His tongue caressing her bottom lip and making her sigh as she gave him access to her mouth.
Her lust immediately stirred to life, making him still for a moment. He cursed under his breath, "Darlin', I can scent how badly you want me, I can feel it..." Jasper murmured against her parted lips, "I want to taste you. Can I do that?"
Bella moaned at his husky words and remembered how he'd made her come with his mouth last night.
"Yes," She panted before he gently backed her towards the bed. The backs of her knees hit the edge, leaving her with no choice but to sit down, breathless as he kissed her jaw before sinking onto his knees in front of her. Her fingers sank into the soft strands of his hair.
Seeing such an intimidating man holding such power kneel before her...it was a sight to behold.
Bella's heart was going a hundred miles an hour as his black eyes turned feral with hunger. His large hands parted her legs, making her shirt ride up. His thumbs smoothing over her pale thighs.
"Bella," He growled, "You're already wet." He whispered as his finger hooked around her underwear and tugged it to the side. Bella flushed as he stared unabashedly at the wetness gathering between her legs. Watched as he licked his lips as if he were about to have a feast.
She panted, her hips moving on their own to seek him out. Sitting on the edge of the bed like this though made it difficult to do so without inching off it completely. The thrill of having him so entranced by her throbbing core made her blood sing. "Please."
"Please what, darlin'?" Jasper drawled, his cool breath caressing her wet lips after he pulled her panties down. Kissing his way up her legs until he was nestled between her thighs. He slowly pulled her legs over his shoulders to give him more access. He grinned when her legs tugged him even closer until her was a mere inch from her core. "Talk to me."
Her nipples hardened beneath her thin shirt, making them ache to be touched by him. There was so much she wanted from him.
"T-taste me, Jazz. I want you."
A low growl rumbled through his chest as pure male satisfaction struck him—knowing how badly his mate wanted him with the same intensity he experienced—it was enough to undo him.
Jasper reached a hand up and with two fingers he parted her lips, groaning at how slick she was without much coaxing.
"So wet," he murmured in praise that made Bella's heart rate kick up. Cheeks flushing with embarrassment until he gently reassured her with a soft caress of his gift. Her chest rose and fell faster with every slow agonizing touch. Jasper brought his other hand up and with two fingers he gently rubbed them against her entrance, gathering up her arousal before rubbing the sensitive spot–
Her head fell back at the slick sensation she felt as he drew his fingers up and down, around and around.
"God–" Bella's gasp fueled him to keep up his ministrations.
He bit his lip to hold back a grin that was an odd mix of satisfaction and pleasant surprise, a side she'd never seen from him until now. It was as if he couldn't quite believe he was here doing this to her. As he rubbed his fingers over her bundle of nerves in generous circles, he asked with a husky groan, "You like that, don't you? How could you not? You're drenched. So fucking responsive to me."
Bella's back arched, her arms trembling as she kept herself upright on the bed, eyes rolling as they fluttered closed at the intensity of his teasing.
"Jasper, I'm so...I need—"
Jasper sped up his fingers, moving them up and down at a faster pace until Bella's legs started to tremble. The noises they made together in the silence of her room was positively sinful. Something she was sure to blush over at a later time. But for now...
Just as she felt she was going to climax, his hands fell away leaving her a panting mess. "Why did you–"
He placed his large hand over the center of her chest before gently pushing her down until her back hit the soft duvet. Bella panted as she looked down to where Jasper was still kneeling between her legs.
"Now I taste you," he finally said as he tugged her legs until she was right on the edge of the bed, right onto his mouth. His hands remaining on her thighs to keep her in place.
Anticipation made her tremble, sparking her arousal to no end. Last night hadn't been like this at all. Last night had been slow and coaxing, testing to see what her limits were and how far he could go. Now that he knew what she liked, Jasper was more than willing to show her just how good she could feel without restraint.
Bella gasped at the feel of his cool tongue dragging against her wetness, slow and steady. Drawing out a moan from her parted lips, making her back arch as she fell back on the bed. His hands tightened slightly on her thighs to keep her from moving, taking his time as he slowly teased her with his tongue.
"Jasper," his low growl of satisfaction as he slid his tongue further down made her legs tremble even more. When he slowly pushed into her, Bella thought she'd see stars in her vision.
At the startling sensation of the intrusion, Bella tensed and only took a breath when she realized it didn't hurt to feel him push inside of her. Not at all. Her toes curled when his tongue explored her core leisurely.
As if he had all the time in the world.
"Like I said. Sweet," He growled against her, pulling away only long enough to suck on her swollen clit. His eyes never leaving hers, "Come for me, Bella."
The force of her climax had her back arching completely off the bed, only fueling him to continue working her with his mouth. Nipping and sucking until every bit of her shattered beneath him.
Eyes closed and face flushed, Bella's heart was a heavy drum in her chest while she panted as if she'd been running a marathon. Her legs dropped off the edge of the bed the moment he released her, feeling pleasantly weak beyond her understanding.
She could tell he was crawling back up on the bed to join her. By the time she finally opened her dazed eyes, her lips tilted up into a soft smile to find him watching her from above. He took her in as though she were a precious treasure. His treasure.
"The best fucking thing that's ever happened to me," Jasper said, and his words held more meaning than she could allow herself to think. All meant for her. For them.
They laid together in each others arms, Bella kissing Jasper until she had to break away to breathe. Only earning herself a silly smirk from him as he waited patiently until she could pull him back down to her lips.
She carefully pulled his own pants and briefs down just enough to cup him, stroking him the way he showed her last night. Her eyes never left his this time, watching his lips part in awe of the pleasure she was giving him, his eyes burning her with their intensity.
"I love you, Jasper." She whispered and that seemed to send him over the edge. When he came, she kissed him to muffle the moan he released, savoring every delicious sound he made.
"I love you so much."
A few days later...
"You look happy for a Friday morning before school," Charlie remarked as he looked up from his newspaper. Bella had been buttering her slice of toast, unaware that her father had been observing her from across the table.
She paused, blinking at him, "Do I?"
"Most of the week now. Considering you've been smiling down at the slice of burnt toast I made for you, I'd say it doesn't have anything to do with me." Charlie groused with an amused quirk of his lips.
Bella put her knife and the slice of burnt toast down on the plate.
She was surprised he'd noticed her change in mood given all the late nights he's been working. The man must be exhausted.
For the past week, Jasper has been spending the night with her. Keeping an eye out as he always did. Eventually though, he'd come into bed and curl up around her. The days Charlie was home, she'd invite him over anyway. Her dad never seemed to mind. In fact, he took up Jasper's time for the first hour of his visit, inviting him to watch a game on the TV.
"Hey, dad?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you think about Jasper?"
Charlie blinked, looking up from his newspaper, "What do I think of him?"
She nodded, trying not to look as nervous as she felt. Having Charlie's approval of Jasper meant more to her than she cared to admit.
Charlie cleared his throat awkwardly. Placing his paper down, he ran a hand over the scruff on his chin.
"Well," he cleared his throat again, "He's a good kid, as far as I can tell. Serious for his age. Knows a lot about football, which I respect." She smiled at that last bit, then Charlie grew quiet. He looked at her intently before gently saying, "And he makes you happy, which makes me happy. So long as he puts a smile on your face and he takes good care of you—that's all I care about, Bells. That's all I've ever cared about."
Tears sprung in her eyes and she had to blink several times to stop herself from crying again.
"He does," Her smile was bright when she threw her arms around his shoulders. His awkward pats turned to a warm embrace as she murmured against his shoulder, "Thanks, dad. Love you."
"Love you too, kiddo."
A knock at the door made them pull away. Charlie rolled his eyes with a gruff half-hearted sigh, "Don't keep the boy waiting now."
Bella laughed, pushing out of her chair and running to get the door. Not hesitating for a moment—not thinking that Jasper had said he'd be going for a quick hunt less than an hour ago.
She opened the door, smile still on her lips when—
A cold hand shot out and gripped her throat, jostling her backwards. She hit the wall with a loud crash and pain radiated across the back of her head.
Charlie's concerned voice barely registered as she sank onto the floor, looking up and staring into the cold blood-red eyes of Victoria. The sun behind her making her red curls look like flames come to life.
"Who the hell are you?!" Charlie demanded as he ran into the hall.
"A dear friend. And you, are in my way."
Bella cried out as Charlie raised his gun only to be thrown across the room faster than her eyes could see. His body crashing onto the coffee table in the living room. The sound of glass shattering sending hundreds of goosebumps along her arms. When Charlie didn't move again, panic flooded her. Forcing her to move.
"Dad!" Bella stood on shaky legs, her head pounding as she felt something warm trickle down the back of her head.
Victoria's hand gripped the back of her hair and yanked her forward. Making Bella groan in pain and anger. Victoria's fangs bone white as she smiled wide, "Hello, Isabella. Miss me?"
Bella's rage at what she'd done to Charlie—if she'd killed him—it fueled her. Before she realized what she wanted to do, Bella spat in Victoria's smug face.
"Go to hell."
Victoria swiped her face with the back of her sleeve, smirking still, "Won't you join me then?"
Before she could scream for anyone nearby to hear—for Jasper—the nomad struck her with the back of her hand, and everything around Bella went dark.
