Page 30 of Jasper

She stretched her arms over her head as he pulled her shirt off. His hands were calloused and warm as he slid them along her back and pulled her close.

“The tour can wait.”

He kissed her again, less demanding but still taking control, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. She’d always loved kissing him, loved the way her stomach flipped and her skin warmed whenever their lips were together.

It felt like no time at all had passed since the last time they’d kissed.

Her wolf was in heaven, and she was too.

Finally, Jasper was theirs.

He turned her and kissed her neck, then placed her hands on the couch. He slid his hands down her shoulders and followed her spine, stopping at the waistband of her leggings and giving a gentle tug.

“You always were the sexiest female on the planet. You haven’t changed a bit in seven years.” He gripped her hips and pulled back a little until she felt the press of his erection against her bottom. She inhaled and tipped her head back as warmth pulsed through her.

“You were always the only male for me,” she said.

He brushed her hair off her back and let it fall over one shoulder. Then he twisted the hooks of her bra and pushed the straps off. She let go of her hold on the couch to pull the bra off and toss it aside before placing her hands right back where he’d put them.

Tugging gently, he pulled her leggings and panties over her hips and down her legs. She toed off her shoes, and then he stripped her fully as he knelt behind her.

When there was a long pause, she said, “Jasper?”

He chuckled softly and wrapped his hands around her ankles, then kissed the backs of her knees. The stubble on his cheeks rubbed her skin, tickling it.

“Just admiring the view.” He kissed his way up the back of her thighs. He nudged her legs and she widened her stance, lowering her head to watch as he rose to his knees and grasped her cheeks, spreading them apart and rubbing his thumbs along her sensitive skin.

She arched her back and tilted her hips, and he let out an appreciative growl. “So fucking sexy, Mellie-mine. Ready to fly?”

“Yes,yes,” she whispered, then bit her lip as he swiped his tongue along the seam of her pussy.

As he buried his face in her pussy, he cupped her hips from the front and pulled her against him. He lapped at her pussy, flicking his tongue against her clit as her body heated for him, her hands clenching the arm of the couch and her toes curling into the soft carpet.

He brought his fingers between her legs and rubbed her clit as he tongued her core. She tossed her head back as heat filled her and her stomach clenched.

“Ah, Jasper,” she moaned. She slapped her hand on the couch and groaned.

She could feel him smile against her pussy, his wicked tongue driving her wild. She closed her eyes as he touched just the place on her clit to send her into orbit, and as if he remembered just how to touch her no matter how much time had passed, he focused on that spot and delved his tongue into her core.

She came hard, panting and crying out.

She heard his zipper lower as he rose to his feet, and then he plunged his thick length into her a heartbeat later. He gripped her hips and pressed himself deeper into her, until she gasped at how full she felt, her pussy still throbbing with the pleasure that had soared through her.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he said, his voice low and deep with his wolf.

She wanted to tell him that he felt good too, becausenothingwas as good as this, but he took that moment to pull from her and plunge in again, driving the breath from her lungs. He fucked her hard and fast, his wolf rumbling, his hands holding her tight. She closed her eyes and let herself go into the feelings that coursed through her: the joy at their reunion, the pulse of pleasure that buzzed inside her every time he thrust in, and the way her wolf was dancing in her head at the prospect of being fully and truly mated.

“I’m going to fucking come, Mellie,” he said harshly, “you feel too good.”

She breathed out his name as he took her even harder, the hold on her hips sure to leave bruises, but she’d covet the marks as long as they lasted.

He howled when he came, slamming into her and pressing his body to hers hard enough that he had to brace them both up on the edge of the couch. He snarled softly in her ear, then lowered his head and struck, sinking his fangs into her flesh.

She let out a cry at the sharp pain, but instantly moaned as his fingers found her clit and he drove her to a swift climax. The pleasure that welled up inside her pushed the ache away while he pulled his fangs from her neck and held her close until he’d wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her body.

Boneless and sated in a way she’d never thought possible, she smiled as he lifted her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom.

The room was dark, and the bed he laid her on was soft. He climbed onto the bed behind her and curled around her, pressing his lips to the space under the mark he’d just made, which would scar and remain forever because he’d scored his tongue and rubbed his blood into the wound.

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