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Un Fantasma Tra Noi	By : Zenabrillatol Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Jasper Views: 2028 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sorry about the slower-than-usual update; this chapter was VERY difficult to write. I find both Jasper's POV and sex scenes to be very challenging, so this was a double threat. I also struggled to incorporate everything I wanted, AND I originally started to write a different direction entirely before deciding on this so…yeah. Hey, at least it's kind of long (for me).
There's sex of dubious if not nonexistent consent in this chapter, btw. Be warned; one of my pre-readers said it was extremely disturbing (in a…good way?).I promise the future sex scenes to be more well-written, this was kind of everywhere. Due to some abuse of Jasper's ability, a beta also advised me to add a 'mind control' warning to this chapter.
"Nice to meet you, Jasper…" She put away the kerchief, but she was still holding my hand.
I stared into her soft, brown eyes for a long moment. At first, she looked back curiously though the longer my icy stare rested on her, the more intimidated she became. Something about her fear of me…it both intrigued and disturbed me, despite this being the woman I had loved so much. It was starting to stir up sadistic tendencies that I'd been holding back for so long—Major Whitlock's tendencies.
"Nice to meet you, too."I murmured against her neck, mimicking my own memory. I struggled to ground myself, to separate her from her past self. She was so warm, so soft that I had to fight the urge to bite into her right then.
"Do it. Bite her. Take her blood." The Major's mental voice was as strong as my own now, though even he wasn't hungry solely for her blood. I could see why they'd called her my singer; her rich blood seemed to be crying out for me from her veins and my throat seared in return. I lowered my face to her neck and inhaled deeply.
"Jasper…" She sounded nervous but she held me closer and tilted her head back as I ran my tongue over the smooth, fragile skin of her neck. If only I'd know then that it'd never be safe to do that to her again.
"Jasper…" Her soft, worried voice almost snapped me out of it. I hadn't realized I'd been acting out my memories, too. She was struggling slightly against me, exuding confusion and concern.
"It's alright, darlin'…" I drawled darkly against her shoulder. Her skin was soft against my lips; just like I remembered and I couldn't make myself stop. I let go of her wrist so my hands could trail down her sides, keeping her pinned with my body. She shivered and arched involuntarily against me, making a small, almost frustrated noise. The friction she inadvertently created against my member was too much; the desire and need I had for her manifested physically I pressed it against her, needing more contact there. Her scent, watching her struggle like prey, and her sounds aroused me beyond control. Her body felt so small and vulnerable in my hands as I ran them all over her. She moaned softly, and despite the small tinge of lust she gave off, she sounded distressed.
"Shhh…" I soothed.
"Stop it! Let go of me!" She finally cried, her voice octaves higher from terror and overstimulation, when my hand reached her inner thigh. I realized she'd been trying to claw at me with her nails, though I hadn't noticed.
This wasn't how I remembered. With a low growl, I held her tighter and using my gift, I grasped onto the small jolt of arousal I'd incited and amplified it to match my own. To my deep satisfaction, she melted in my grasp and moaned.
I smirked and finally reached up the nightgown she'd left herself vulnerable in. Fear returned to her aura, rolling off of her in waves, along with the arousal I'd sent her. I should have been disgusted with myself. Her fear was starting to excite me even more than it had before. It made the blood pump through her veins faster, her pulse increase. It drove me wild, like drums on the battlefield used to.
"Jasper…!" She breathed out once again, squirming as I forced a cold finger inside of her. She was so tight, and so hot it felt like she could almost scald me. Cruel intentions flashed through my mind as I realized she was so hot down there because her blood was pooling there. Her back arched both in response and in attempt to push me away as I lightly stroked at her with my thumb, spreading the gradually increasing moisture. My other hand explored her chest, roughly massaging her small, smooth, pert breasts. I splayed my hand across her chest for a moment, feeling her heartbeat and observing how small she was in comparison to me. Her movements started to resemble struggling again and I smirked at how she didn't realize how outmatched she was. I stopped my assault on her breasts and grabbed the tree over her head, sinking my fingers into it like clay. She gasped, stunned, and I growled again and moved my finger around inside of her. Her hands desperately grasped my shoulders to brace herself—she was getting wetter for me and when I caught the sweet scent of her arousal, I lost what was left of my control.
In a flash, I ripped her nightgown off and yanked her underwear away, leaving her completely exposed. She cried out, shocked and I crashed my lips against hers to silence her. If anyone heard us, came out to investigate…I'd have to kill them. Not that I'd have cared, but right now all I wanted to do was ravage this girl. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, completely overcoming her and nearly smothering her with my rough, insistent kiss.
Kissing her had been unlike anything I imagined. She was eager, yielding, and so warm as she held herself to me, as close as physically possible and I was all too happy to reciprocate.
As I increased her lust for me, I felt her tongue weakly brush mine and I pulled back, smirking at her again before withdrawing my finger.
I leaned back enough to let her watch me remove my shirt. And she did watch me, both fear and wonder evident in her eyes and I flashed her a feral grin. Though it was out of sheer, sadistic anticipation it seemed to captivate her and in an instant I was back at her neck, moving against her as I undid my pants. I pressed against her core again, groaning at the heat. I look ridiculously large next to her and despite my rough handling of her, I didn't want to cause too much damage. It took all my restraint, but I pushed into her slowly. She tilted her head back, crying out softly when she felt the tip enter her ridiculously tight entrance. Her heart raced. Fear absolutely poured from her. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes and I watched with fascination at the human display as I pushed myself completely inside of her. It was too much, too visceral; so much warmth and blood, too close, and she was so soft and fragile and so yielding despite how tight she was.
Her moan was easily the most erotic thing I'd ever heard as I pushed into her, my hands on either side of her on the floor. Her back arched gracefully as I slid out of her experimentally, "More, Jasper…"
"Brace yourself." I advised her coldly as I sent waves of calm towards her shaking form and I pulled almost completely out of her, achingly slow, and pushed back in. To my surprise, she was able to take my entire length into her; though it was obviously causing her discomfort as she gripped me in all senses of the word. But I couldn't be patient any longer. I slid out of her again, insistently, grunting my approval before thrusting back into her tight, smooth core. She began to squirm, finally becoming so overcome by the conflicting pain and pleasure that she couldn't hold still but I didn't relent; I couldn't.
"What's wrong?" My own voice was even lower, crueler than I thought and I realized with horror the Major had more or less taken over, "you don't like being fucked like this, Bella?" She made a small, frustrated cry in return but she shook her head even as her body pushed itself against me with need. My smirk grew as I magnified her building pleasure, and I taunted her again, "you sure about that?"
"Oh...oh, more Jasper..." She submitted quietly, moving her hips into my thrusts, feeling disgusted with herself for asking. I was far from disgusted and I thrust harder, faster into the tight heat she was offering me, growling to express my own building climax. I wanted to spill my venom all over and in her, I wanted more of her so badly even though I was taking her now, I felt somehow...unsatiated. She whimpered and dug her nails into my shoulders, and I caught the faint scent of her blood.
Her head lolled back and my vision went red.

Bella's POV
I finally gave in; there was nothing I could do against this beautiful but horrifying creature, whatever he was. Worst of all, I wanted this; he could probably tell by the way I clung to him, one arm around his neck and the other buried in his golden hair. His rough, painful thrusts were accompanied by jolts of white-hot pleasure so powerful that I almost forgot how cold and uncomfortably solid his body was, pressed against mine. His hands grasped my hips, rubbing circles with his thumbs as he pulled out. He may have been trying to soothe me, but I felt as if he would crush me with his strength before this was over.
He pushed his length back into me, hitting a strange spot that sent currents of sharp pain along with the warmth of my rapidly building climax through my body. My head swam, full of colors and incoherent thought, as my muscles spasmed around his member. The flood of my orgasm trailed down my thighs and I cried out his name one last time. He gave me another deep, masculine growl and I could feel him come deep inside of me. His seed was unnaturally cold and I gasped and arched my back, unable to keep still in his vice-like grip at the strange, tingling sensation that it left.
He continued to grind against my hips, but I couldn't process anymore physical sensation. I rested my head back against the tree, exhausted. My eyes still rested on his white and gold form; I was strangely...dazzled despite what he'd done to me. The sun was beginning to rise, coloring the sky pink through the dark canopy of the trees. The pastel light reflected off of his skin, and he looked like an angel, a human embodiment of aurora borealis. I was only vaguely aware when his cold teeth suddenly sank into my neck.
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