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She Is	By : raynemoonfyre Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 1125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 4
NPOV
I don't know what possessed me to take his hands and put them on my body while we danced. I think it is my masochistic side coming through. I look over at my friends all dancing very, very close to their respective partners, while Jasper is keeping a close but respectful distance. I see Kira give me a nod as my back has been to Jasper up to this point. So I steel myself to the surge of energy I know will come and just do it. To my surprise he doesn't fight me; he actually just begins to move with me, and then surprises me further by spinning me so we are face to face. He pulls me in tight and I realize that he is just as turned on as I am, when I feel the evidence pressing against my stomach causing me to blush. Thank the goddess it is dark on the dance floor. I place one leg between his and we keep dancing through the song.
Then I hear the DJ come over the speaker and start his little monologue and I turn away from Jasper to listen. Damndamndamn. He greets the crowd and is welcomed with shouts and cheers. Telling everyone that one of the regulars has requested a song be played and he is doing it for her and it is going out to her undisclosed desire. The music starts again and Jasper automatically places his hands on my hips and we start to dance again. I turn as I am dancing to face him to watch his reaction to the music and lyrics. Focusing on his aura colors to see if anything changes and I notice that the dark gray I had seen before seems to fade a little, and as the song ends Jasper is looking at me with the strangest look I have ever seen.
Just then the club lights come up and the DJ says it's time to go home. We say our good byes but not before Jasper places a kiss on my cheek and asks, "May I call you sometime?"
"I would like that very much," I reply and hand him my phone. He hands me his and I input my contact information. I see the others doing this as well. We hand each other back our phones and Kira and I head towards her car with Fiona, Emma and Raell.
"Remember I need you guys at my house at five o'clock Saturday to get ready for the party," I remind them.
"Which party is this again?" Raell asks.
"Bite."
"Right. We'll be there. Though I guess we'll just be hosting these now, huh?" he says.
There is a chorus of yeses from my friends and in my head as well. Things have definitely changed for all of us in the last few hours. Not that I am going to complain much, but I am still going to have fun, just keep it a little lower key than I normally do at a ‘Bite' Party. I will still flirt, dance and have a good time, but I don't think I will take part in any of the other activities. Bite parties were set up in the fetish community for those like myself who like to bite and be bitten, in other words we have a vampire fetish.
We part ways and Kira drives me home. I go in and out to the balcony next to the fire as I always do when I need to think. Pulling out my phone, I scroll through my contacts and come to his name, Jasper Whitlock. And before I can talk myself out of it send him a quick message.
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The rest of the week goes by quickly with planning for the party coming together. I sit outside nearly every night curled up in my chair staring at the stars, texting back and forth with Jasper. Never anything earth shattering - just chitchat. He asks about my day and about being a witch. And I ask the same and what he does for work. Funny, neither of us works; we have both been left money by our relatives and invested well so we can pursue things that interest us.
At night though, I can't get over the thought that I am not alone. I can't explain it; it feels as if I am being watched. But at the same time, I'm not frightened by the fact, I feel oddly comforted by it. It is almost as if I am being protected by whatever or whomever is out there in the night.
Finally, it is Saturday and my crew is at the house setting up everything we need for tonight. Raell is setting up the music, Emma is getting the food ready, and Kira and Fiona are decorating. In other words, they are hiding anything that is breakable and locking it up in my library. Everyone is supposed to be here at 9 and they usually stay until about 2 A.M.. It's usually a good group and we've never had any problems.
"So," Kira broaches, coming into the living room to join the rest of us, "I talked to Emmett last night and he said that he may swing by tonight."
"He does know what we are having here, right?" I ask.
"Yeah, I told him." Kira laughs. "He told me if I wanted to play with vampires all I had to do was ask, because apparently, he is a REAL one. I couldn't stop laughing when he said that."
"You too," Fiona says. "Alice said the same thing." Emma and Raell made similar comments.
"Did Jasper say that to you too, Nas?" Kira asks.
"I didn't say anything about the party tonight. I didn't want to scare him off."
"Nasreen!" Kira admonishes me. "Now he's going to think you don't want him here when the rest of his family mentions they are coming."
"Well, damn. I just don't want to freak him out; you know how I am at these things."
Now I really start to worry. The last thing I want to do is make Jasper think I didn't want him here, but I'm really not sure I need or want him to see this side of me after only knowing me for a few days. I really get into my fetishes and being bitten is just one of them. The others, well let's just say I have a room in the basement with a security code for a reason. My friends know me; hell they've seen me in action and have on more than one occasion been on the receiving end of some of those actions.
"What should I do?"
"I'll call Emmett, explain it to him and fix it. You need to get dressed for action," Kira replies.
"Thanks, Luv."
JPOV
I have been texting with Nasreen since the club, talking about nothing and everything. She is intelligent and funny. She tells me about her family and I tell her about mine; we each know the other doesn't work but lives comfortably.
What she doesn't know is that each night I am making a trip to her home in Hooksett to watch her. I can't help it - something drew me to her. And after what Eleazar said, I feel a need to protect her, to make her safe. Some nights I can't help but think that she knows someone is there, in the way she looks around, as if searching for something or someone, but she never looks scared. It is odd that I can't sense her emotions either, which leaves me at a loss. I am so used to being able to tell how to adjust the emotions in a room as needed to keep the balance. Which is why I started studying aura reading. I figure if I am able to see her aura and identify the color, I may be able to see how she is feeling instead of feeling it as I usually do.
So my nightly visits turn into study sessions as well. As I watch over her I study her aura as it changes over the course of the night, while we chat over text and once we say our good nights, while she sleeps as well. Her aura always has the gold color at its base, but will change depending on the conversation. For some reason there is always a red undertone when she's talking to me but it fades to pink when talking to her friends. When I look it up, the books say pinks generally are love associated with friends or family, reds are reserved for a more intimate nature. When we talk her colors also range all over the spectrum, which show the range of feelings, she is developing for me, I could hope. Because the more I talk with this angel, I am developing feelings of my own, which are scaring me more than I care to admit. When she read me in the club she hit the nail on the head; I've been hurt in my past and guard myself from letting anyone in, even my adopted family, whom I had been with for the better part of a century now.
It is mid Saturday evening, and I have just come back from hunting before my nightly trip to Nasreen's place. I am wondering why I haven't heard from her all day when Emmett comes down the stairs with Alice laughing, Edward and Rose behind them.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
"Apparently, when we told Kira and the others we were real vampires we all got laughed at," Emmett answers.
"YOU DID WHAT?" Carlisle bellows from his study, as he runs into the living room.
"We told them that if they wanted to play with vampires at tonight's party they could play with real ones, right Jasper?" Alice laughs again.
"Don't look at me," I tell Carlisle. "I didn't know about a party tonight. And I would never endanger the family for a party."
"At least one of you is thinking." Carlisle calms.
"That's right, Kira just called and said that Nasreen didn't want to scare you by showing you her freaky side so soon into the relationship. But seriously, Jasper, do you want your girl getting bitten by another vampire tonight?" Emmett goads.
The remote in my hand crumbles to dust at his words ‘vampire', ‘bitten', and ‘your girl' and with that I am out of the living room shouting, "You'd better keep up!" and I am on my bike and flying out of the garage.
It takes me thirty minutes to get to Nasreen's house and I am getting off my bike as my family pulls in behind me, looking a bit peeved and just a bit curious. The drive is full of cars as well.
"How did you know where Nasreen lived, Jasper?" Emmett asks me.
"I've been here before," I grind out, not feeling much like chatting when Nasreen could be in danger.
"Jasper, before you go tearing off into the house there is something you should know about the party..." Alice tries, but I am already up the stairs to the door.
I carefully open the door, as I am sure Nasreen would not be pleased if I broke the door off the hinges. I walk in to hear pounding music and see people dancing, dressed much as they were the first night I saw Nasreen at the Goth club. Sensing no vampires other than my own family here, I turn to my family and glare at them.
"That is what I was trying to tell you, brother." Alice pouts. "This party is for people who have a vampire fetish. They like to bite and be bitten."
"That is why Nasreen was a bit worried to tell you about it," Emmett tells me. "She didn't want to freak you out. She thinks you're normal."
I look around the room to see that we have drawn a few stares, as we usually do when we enter a room due to our unusual features. After all, we do have the vampire look down to an art form.
"You're new to the group, I'm Raven." Some dyed brunette introduces herself to me.
"Hello. Yes, I am," I state. "I was invited by Nasreen personally." A bit of a mistruth but it gets the girl to leave. And as she does, I hear her mumble, "Of course, he's with the Mistress." Odd. I look back at my family and shrug.
All of a sudden the music cuts out, and our attention is drawn up to the second floor balcony. There stands Nasreen and the others, as she clears her throat to get everyone's attention the others descend the stairs and line up on them. She is wearing a flowing black cloak, and her hair is piled high on her head exposing her pale neck.
"Thank you all for joining us here tonight," she purrs. She scans the crowd and notices us standing by the door. Her eyes lock with mine, and her breath hitches for a moment as the red in her aura expands. She nods at us. "I notice we have some new faces, so I will review the basic rules. If you break these rules we will toss you. The lovelies on the stairs are my guard; they act as my eyes and ears, and they will be obeyed as if it were I. First of all, NO means NO. Second, we always play Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Third, there is to be NO breaking of skin by anyone except fluid bonded couples. This is my Home; I have chosen to open it to you. Please treat it and each other with respect. If anyone breaks a rule we will remove you. Is this clear?"
From the group a resounding "Yes, Mistress" is heard.
"Good," she says. "Now let's have some fun and get Bitten." And with that she removes her cloak and I am nearly undone. Underneath the cloak is a very short, emerald green leather skirt, with an emerald green corset paired with what look like at least 6-inch heels. As she walks down the stairs I walk toward her. The outfit leaves very little to the imagination and every pulse point visible on her chest. The corset makes her waist even smaller and her cleavage amazing, and it makes both the vampire and the man in me growl. I meet her at the bottom of the stairs and place my hands at her waist, careful not to crush her.
"I guess Emmett told you about the party." She sheepishly looks down.
"I wish you had," I tell her tilting her chin up to look at me.
"I didn't want to freak you out by what kinds of things I am into. After all, we just met."
"So you were going to have a party and get bitten without me?" I ask, feeling a bit disappointed.
"No, actually I am just serving as host, as we all are going to now that we have met you guys. None of us feel the need to play with strangers."
"Well that's good to know." I feel a bit better hearing this. "So what are we going to be doing then?" I tease her a bit
"Why don't I show you around the house first?"
"Lead the way," I respond, my arm still around her waist.
NPOV
I am dressed and Fiona places my cloak on my shoulders. I always get nervous before going out before a group of people, even though I do it all the time at these things.
"You look amazing, Mistress," Fiona purrs.
"Thank you, my dear." I stroke her cheek.
"So is everything ready to go?" I ask.
"Yes, Mistress," Raell responds.
"Good, let's get this show on the road."
The five of us walk out of my room and down the hall to the landing overlooking the living room. Raell stops the stereo, and as they walk to line up on the stairs I clear my throat to get the attention of every one below. I start out by thanking everyone and scan the crowd. That's when I notice Jasper by the door, and my breath catches and I feel my energy spike. I nod at him and his family and continue with my speech, setting out the rules and letting everyone know in no uncertain terms what will and won't be tolerated. I ask if they understand, and then I hear two of my favorite words loud and clear, "Yes, Mistress".
And with that I take off my cloak and drop it to the floor. Underneath I am wearing one of my favorite outfits for sceneing: a short emerald leather skirt, corset and 6-inch heels. I watch Jasper as I drop the cloak and to say he is impressed is an understatement, as his aura takes on a red shade mixed with the colors I normally see in him. As I descend the stairs he meets me at the bottom and places his hands at my waist and I swear I hear him growl. Hot.
"I guess Emmett told you about the party?" I look down, not wanting to meet his eyes and see disappointment.
He lifts my chin with his fingers and tells me, "I wish you had told me."
"I didn't want to freak you out by what kinds of thing I am into. After all we just met."
"So you were going to have a party and get bitten without me?" I can see he looks a bit disappointed.
"No, actually I am just serving as host, as we all are going to now that we have met you guys." I let out blushing. "None of us feel the need to play with strangers."
"Well that's good to know." His eyes are brightening a bit.
"So what are we going to be doing then?"
"Why don't I show you around the house first?"
"Lead the way." His arm is still around my waist.
I lead him through the living room and into the kitchen and show him where to get a snack or drink if he wants one. I then take him out onto the patio and show him the backyard.
"You have a lot of privacy here."
"Yes, I like it that way. I don't mind people, but occasionally you just need to get away from it all, you know."
"Oh. I know."
I turn back toward the house and he spots the covered room off to the side of the patio.
"What's in there?"
"The hot tub."
"Really? I'll have to remember that."
I bring him back in and lead him through the dining room and into the den, which brings us full circle around the first floor. I lead him to the stairs and look over the party to make sure that everything is going alright. I meet the eyes of my friends and check in with nods that indeed everything is okay.
"Let's show you the rest of the place."
"Okay, after you."
I walk up the stairs, a bit nervous to bring Jasper upstairs to my private domain; the only things up here are the bedrooms and my library. The first things I show him are the extra bedrooms where the crew stays if we party too much or just don't feel like having to go anywhere. Next I show him my library; I take a small key out of my cleavage, as Jasper's eyes go wide.
"Where else did you think I would have a key, Jasper?" I look down at the outfit I was wearing, not really made for pockets.
"I didn't know the door would be locked."
"You have seen the group downstairs, right?" I stare at him. "I needed to lock the breakables somewhere. And my bedroom is locked as well."
I unlock the door and we enter the room, and he gets a look on his face like a kid in a candy store. "I knew there was something else I liked about you." I laugh.
"What do you mean?"
"You look like a kid in a candy store."
"Oh, sorry. I love books."
"No need to apologize, as you can see, so do I. Hmmm...that's what I smell."
He looks at me and tilts his head to the side a bit. "What do you smell?"
I look down sheepishly. "Whenever you're around, I get the scent of leather, books, and honey. Is that odd?"
He walks over to me and again lifts my chin to look him in the eye. "Not to me. Because whenever you're around, I smell gardenia and jasmine."
He moves his face slowly closer to mine, and I step away from him. He looks confused.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, not at all, but we did move the breakables to this room to protect them remember? And if you were going to do what I think you were going to do, and may I also say hope you were, things may not end well for the things in here."
He laughs. "Right. Shall we continue the tour then?" He extends his hand to me and as I take it we leave the library and lock it after I close the door. One more room to go.
We walk next door and as I let him in ahead of me, he lets out a small chuckle as he takes in the room.
"It is usually not a good thing to laugh at a woman's bedroom if you want to be invited back," I tease him.
"That is not why I laughed. It's just that my room is almost identical. Right down to the color."
At this it's my turn to laugh. I show him around the room and lead him though the double doors and out onto the balcony. "I even have a balcony. I guess someone is trying to tell us something," he remarks.
I look up at him, leaning on the railing taking in his colors and see the gray is fading just a bit more around the edges. "Maybe they are," I murmur as I lead him back into the main room. As we get to the center of the room and closer to my bed I hear a howl from downstairs. Jasper gives me a quizzical look.
"Raell needs me downstairs, there must be a problem," I tell him. "You can stay here if you'd like. In fact, I'd prefer it."
I leave Jasper standing by my bed, muttering to myself, ‘damned mutt. Transforms into a wolf a few times and can't call up the stairs like a normal person anymore, nooo... he has to howl like some damned animal. I'm gonna kick his furry butt the next time he shifts.' I look over my shoulder to see if he heard my rant and just see him smiling at me. I have to admit he looks really good by my bed, maybe it is knowing what is hidden inside the posts of my bed that has me excited seeing him there. But, oh well, I have a mutt to take care of, and leave the room.
I go downstairs to see what the problem is only to find out that it is apparently already time for everyone to go home, and I have spent the entirety of the night with Jasper. They had wrangled everyone out and have cleaned the party areas up. My home looks like nothing has happened, short of my breakables still being in my library.
"Wow. I really lost track of time, didn't I?"
"You certainly did, Nas," Raell teases.
"Did I release you yet?" I command.
"No, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." Raell blushes and looks down. As Emmett and the others, including Jasper, whom I now realize has joined me at my side, all snap their eyes to me. As Raell comes to kneel at my feet and I stroke the top of his head, which is at about my rib cage.
"It is okay, my pet. You merely slipped, all is forgiven," I purr, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Okay. Enough of the Mistress, for tonight. I am releasing you all from your collar for the night."
"Thank you Mistress," they reply in unison, as Raell gets up off the floor and joins Rosalie.
Again, all eyes turn to me. "Again, another reason behind me not wanting to scare you away."
"We should probably head out as well," Edward suggests, looking at Emma.
"Yes, probably," she says, looking flustered.
"It was an interesting evening, Mistress," Emmett teases me.
"Shut it, Emmy and take Kira home."
As every one leaves, I notice Jasper is hesitating with me on the porch and that there is a silver Ducati still in the drive next to my Cobra. I look at him and ask, "Do you want to just stay here for the night, rather than drive all the way back to Hanover?"
He just looks at me, nods and takes my hand.
We walk back into the house and he leads me up the stairs.
JPOV
She gives me a quick tour of the house downstairs, outside and the checks in on the party before leading me upstairs. We get to a locked door and when she pulls a key from her cleavage my eye go wide. The room behind the lock is a large library that has me feeling like a kid in a candy store and my face must have mirrored my thoughts. We apparently feel the same way, just something else to bring closer. When she comments on being able to smell certain scents around me, she thinks its odd. So I let her know that I can do the same with her. I have the overwhelming urge at that moment to kiss her, so I move in closer and she pulls away.
When I ask if I did something wrong she tells me no, and that they have moved certain things here to protect them. Then tells me that if I was going to do, what she hoped I was going to, things might end badly for them. Thank god, she wants me to kiss her. I thought she didn't want me to some reason. We continue the tour on to the next room, her bedroom, which looks surprisingly like my own down to the color and balcony. This is a bit of a shock when I first enter and I let out a chuckle, to which I am chastised.
I hear a howl and she tells me that Raell needs her downstairs. She asks me to stay up here and would prefer it. I wonder what that means? Does she want me to stay with her tonight? Leaving me standing by her bed she walks out muttering to herself about mutts and transformations. If I weren't a vampire I wouldn't have heard her, but as she looks back over her shoulder at me I just smile.
As I make my way downstairs, hearing that it is already 2 A.M. I move to stand by Nasreen. Raell is teasing her about losing track of time and then she does the hottest thing I have ever seen; she makes a 6'7" man fall to his knees and pretty much beg forgiveness from her. And she acts as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She then tells the rest of her group they are all released for the night and they all "Thanked" her. Damn if that doesn't make me part of me sit up and beg. I am still a man after all. She looks at me and says "Again another reason behind me not wanting to scare you away."
The others all take their leave and after Emmett gets in one last tease, she sends them on their way. As every one is leaving, I hesitate on the porch with her.
She looks at me and asks if I would like to stay rather that drive home. I just look at her, nod and take her hand. We walk back into the house and I lead her up the stairs.
I walk down the hall toward her bedroom and through the door. I have never been so worried about doing something wrong with someone in all my life.
As we walk further into the room she says, "As much as I believe you like this outfit, I'm going to change into something a little more comfortable to sleep in. I'll be right back".
She walks over to the large closet and then disappears into the bathroom. I walk out onto the balcony to wait for her.
A few minutes later she walks out onto the balcony, joining me at the railing. She looks so innocent in her shorts and shirt compared to the earlier outfit.
"Better?" I ask.
"Much. This is more my style. I left a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt on the vanity in the bathroom if you'd like to change as well. Jeans are a bit tough to sleep in."
I look at her petite frame and quirk an eyebrow at her.
"Don't worry, it is something I have for if Raell stays over and forgets his. So it will fit you," she says, laughing and nudging my side.
I go in and quickly change, not wanting to waste a moment of time with her, but I do notice she left me a long sleeve t-shirt. Odd.
I walk back out to the balcony and find her curled up in a blanket on the lounger in the corner by the chiminea, which she has lit. She looks up as I walk toward her and pulls the blanket aside so I can join her on the chair. This is the same chair that she curled up in each night while we had been texting over the last week. I sit down next to her and she curls up into me, like it is the most natural thing.
"So, is this where you sit most nights?" I ask.
"Yes, it's quiet back here, and I tend to fall asleep here most nights actually. Sometimes I think my bed is just for show." She laughs.
"Such a shame. It's a nice bed, too," I tease
She slaps at my chest. "Ow. Damn, workout much? You're like granite." She rubs at her now aching hand.
I take her hand and looking into her eyes, place a kiss to her palm. She lets out a moan at the contact of my lips on her palm, so I place another kiss a little further toward her wrist and she moans again.
I realize I am possibly playing a dangerous game when I let my tongue slip from between my lips to lightly lick her palm, but I need to taste her skin. The red in her aura expands as she moans loudly; I think I may have found an erogenous point and a trigger sensation. Her eyes have closed slightly, and her lips have parted. I continue placing kisses and tiny licks up her arm to her elbow, slowly turning my body into hers as I go. I am still overwhelmed that the bloodlust that we should normally feel when in such proximity to our singers is a minor thought when compared to the other thoughts in my mind right now. Like what it would feel like to have her lips on mine as another moan escapes through her parted lips.
We are facing each other now, her hand resting on my arm, my eyes fixed on her lips, as her tongue peeks out to lick them. With that small movement I am lost, and I look into her eyes and ask, "Do you think it's safe to kiss you now?"
Her breath catches and she says, "No, but I want you to anyway."
I run my hand up the inside of her arm to cup the side of her face and slide my thumb over her warm lips as I slowly lower my head to hers. Her lips part as my thumb passes over them, and I cover her lips with my own. The feeling is like nothing I can remember, and a low growl escapes from my chest. She must have heard this, because she moans just after and her breathing accelerates. So she is an auditory girl, too.
I pull back and look at her face and see her eyes have darkened and she is smiling at me.
"So that went well - nothing broken." A smile plays at my lips.
"I'd say that was a success. Chair still intact, chiminea still good." She smirks. "But if you want to try again, might I suggest we try finding somewhere sturdier?"
I look at her and raise an eyebrow. "And where would that be?"
She blushes and ducks her head. "My bed." I swear my heart, if it could still beat, would have stopped.
"Your bed?"
"Yes, my bed. It's in the center of the room and solid wood, so it can withstand quite a bit."
I get up from the lounger and reach down, helping Nasreen up from the chair as well. She puts out the fire, and we walk into the bedroom.
I lead her over to the bed and she climbs up onto it. She is now kneeling on the bed in front of me, and we are face to face as she reaches out to run her fingers through my hair and leans in to place a soft kiss on my lips before pulling back to look at me. "I need to make one thing clear tonight, okay, Jasper?"
I am looking at her questioningly. "Okay?"
She looks very serious and embarrassed. "I will sleep with you, but I won't have sex with you. Not tonight, anyway."
I place my hand on the side of her face and look deeply into her eyes, "I would never ask you to do something you did not want to do or were not ready to do, Darlin'."
And with that, I place a gentle kiss to forehead, her cheeks, and her nose and then to her lips. When I finally look back at her eyes they are shining and her aura is bright red.
She starts to slide back to the center of the bed, pulling me with her, and I climb onto the bed to join her. I sit down on the bed pulling her toward me so that she now straddles my lap, putting her in control in a way. I run my hands up her sides eliciting a shiver from her. "Sorry, cold hands."
"Are they? I didn't notice." She is breathless.
Well damn, I think, as the lower half of me sits up and takes notice as well. So I continue to run my hands over her as she leans in and weaves her fingers in my hair. She presses her lips to mine and moans as our lips come together. My hands have come around to her back and are running the length from her waist to her neck and back again. When my hands reach her waist, I realize that when she leaned down to kiss me her shirt had ridden up, and there is now an expanse of skin on her back not covered by fabric. And when my fingers graze over the skin there, she moans into my mouth, her lips parting invitingly. I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss and pass my tongue through my lips, past hers and into the warm depths of her mouth, eliciting a groan from deep in Nasreen's chest. I continue to stroke her back; only I now am stroking the bare skin under her shirt. The fingers in my hair have tightened their grip and she pulls slightly and breaks the kiss gasping slightly, resting her forehead on mine, my hands never stopping their caressing.
After a minute or so she places a kiss to my cheek and then down my jaw. This time it is my turn to moan, and I feel her lips turn up into a smile against my skin as they continue their path of kisses and, gah, now licks along my neck and across my throat to repeat the pattern up the other side. When she reaches a point where I can reach her neck with my lips, I begin to kiss her neck and the pulse point just behind her ear, which causes her to moan loudly and her knees to buckle and she drops down to sit fully on my lap, causing me to groan as her warm center comes into direct contact with my aching erection.
"Oh my," she purrs.
"Sorry," I mumble as I try to move her, but she just tightens her grip around my neck.
"Don't be," she says as she rocks her hips against me.
"You're trying to kill me aren't you?" I growl. As she attacks my mouth with her lips again, I realize when she dropped down her shirt rode higher, and more of her pale skin was exposed.
I begin caressing her back again as I fight the urge to grind myself into her. She, on the other hand, has no such urge control, as she rocks against me. I pull my lips from hers and begin to kiss down her neck again as I stroke up her back taking the fabric of the shirt with me each time. Then she stuns me by reaching down to the hem and pulling the shirt over her head and tossing it off the bed.
Seeing the shock on my face, she says innocently, "It seemed to be in your way."
My hands slowly move from her back to her sides, hesitating as I look at her face. She takes her hands from their resting place on my arms, takes my hands and brings them up her sides, slowly until she slides them around to cup her breasts.
They are perfect - just the right size for my hands, tipped by nipples in the most amazing shade of pink I have ever seen. I need to taste them, so I drop my head and take one into my mouth careful not to let my teeth come near her skin. As soon as my mouth touches her skin, she arches into me, grinding herself onto me, causing me to groan into her skin and making her grind harder. I hear her heart rate and her breathing accelerate, her aura has encompassed the bed by this point and the wood is creaking around us. I am alternately sucking and licking both of Nasreen's breasts as she moans and writhes on top of me, when all of a sudden her heart rate skips and her breath catches. I stop to look at her as she is still moving and then suddenly stops and cries out, "Jasper!" and falls forward onto my shoulder now breathing heavily.
My hands are on her back, stroking softly, trying to help return her breathing to normal.
After a few minutes I ask, "Feel better?"
She looks up at me through her eyelashes, a blush tinting her cheeks. "Much, thank you. But you still seem to have a lingering... issue."
I can't believe the mix of innocence and boldness wrapped into one package as the woman in my arms. "Don't worry about me, Darlin'. Seeing you so thoroughly enjoy yourself is pleasure all in itself for me."
She just looks at my like I've grown a third head and kisses me.
I look at her and tell her, "We should probably get some sleep."
She looks at her clock and back at me. "4:30A.M., yeah probably."
She gets up, cleans up a bit and joins me back in bed, where I have pulled back the covers. She climbs in and curls up in my arms.
Before she drifts off, she looks up at me. "I feel I should tell you something about me if we are going to keep seeing each other."
This sounds ominous. I look down into her hazel eyes. "What is it, Darlin'?" Her aura has taken on a dark blue tone, she is afraid to tell me something. "You don't need to be afraid to tell me anything." She looks at me surprised that I could tell she was scared.
"This is a bit embarrassing considering how you have seen me act and what we were just doing...but the reason I wouldn't have sex with you tonight is thatIhaven'thadsexwithanyone."
She is looking at me to see my reaction. I stroke the side of her face. "Darlin', if you think I'm going to run because you're a virgin, you're mistaken. It just means when it does happen it will be even more special for you and whomever you decide to share that decision with."
She looks at me and then leans up and kisses me on the cheek and sleepily mumbles, "You are too good to be true."
She drifts off to sleep, and as I watch her I think about what she said just before falling to sleep. She is truly an innocent in this world, and I have killed so many in my lifetime, in war, in bloodlust. She believes me ‘too good to be true', but if she only knew what I was capable of, would she still believe that? What did I do in my life to deserve someone as pure as this sleeping angel in my arms? Was she to be my saving grace? How was I to live up to her innate purity?
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At 10:30 A.M. Nasreen stirs in my arms and stretches. "Good morning," I whisper.
"Morning. How long have you been awake?"
I lie easily and tell her, "Just a few minutes. I was enjoying the view."
She laughs and lightly taps my chest, remembering that it hurt to hit earlier.
"We should probably get up soon."
"Do we have to?" Nasreen stretches, then curls deeper into my side.
"Unfortunately, yes. I have to get home." We get up, get dressed and head downstairs.
"Do you want something for breakfast?"
"No, I'm okay, thank you though."
"Okay."
As we are walking to the front door, my phone goes off with a text and I check it. I begin to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"My parents would like to meet you and have invited all of you up for dinner on Tuesday if you're available."
"I would love to meet them. After all, they have to be pretty great to have helped raise you."
Again I am floored by this woman's belief in my nature.
And with that she walks me out, and I give her one last long kiss good-bye and hop on my motorcycle and head home.
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