way that
she was staying in this tiny room with this man for the next twelve hours,
’cause that man sure as hell didn’t feel the same way she did.
Tucking the book into her pants pocket, she rose from the bed
where she had been sitting and moved past Jasper, who was still standing in the
same spot and staring at her. Her hand was on the doorknob when she found her
weight suspended in the air, her legs wrapped around Jasper’s waist.
Her mouth was devoured, his tongue tracing her teeth. Jasper’s
hands fisted in her hair, tugging at the loose strands, and her eyes widened in
surprise and then arousal.
He needed her. The message came through loud and clear. She
wouldn’t fool herself into thinking that it was for forever, but she would take
this one last time.
“Jasper.” The word was forced from her lips when he abruptly
lowered her to her feet. Turning her in his arms, he yanked the fastening of her
pants open and bent her over the bed.
“Yes.” She groaned out the word and waited for the feel of his
flesh sliding inside of her. The channel between her legs surged with
moisture.
The sting was bright as, instead of sliding his cock between
her legs, Jasper laid the flat of his palm against her flesh. She gasped, not
sure what to make of it.
He waited, waited for her approval. She could feel the need
vibrating through him…and more than that, the desire flooding through her.
He had spanked her. Whatever had brought it on, she had liked
it.
“More.” She rotated her hips and braced her elbows on the bed.
The cheap fabric pulled at her skin, but she barely noticed.
Her cheeks flushed as she waited for the next touch of his skin
on hers, the next slap of his palm across her ass.
“Aah.” It came, hard and with a resounding clap. Then again,
and again. Her world narrowed to nothing but sensation, and she welcomed the
narrow focus.
Jasper traced a finger roughly down her spine, delving between
the mounds of flesh that were red from his attentions. He continued until his
finger dipped into her waiting heat, but avoided that small area where all of
her most intense sensations lay.
She very nearly screamed.
When she heard the zip of his pants being lowered, the rasp
sounding harshly in the air, Anastasia could have wept with relief. She wanted
him to fill her. He made her wait moments more, while he shed his clothes, while
he pulled her shirt impatiently over her head. He filled his palms roughly with
her breasts, pinched her nipples while she moaned. Then he yanked her roughly
backward, his hands on her hips, and hilted his cock in her waiting heat.
Anastasia cried out loud, the sound echoing off of the barren
walls. The sex was rough, and hard, and fast, Jasper tunnelling in and out with
a nearly brutal force that her warrior’s spirit thrilled to. When he reached
between her legs, pinched the hard nub of flesh that was screaming for her
attention she fell over the edge, her cries mingling with Jasper’s as he fell
with her.
Panting, Anastasia let her weight fall onto the bed. She wasn’t
sure what she had expected, but it wasn’t for Jasper to pick her up, place her
in his lap and nuzzle his face into her neck.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He tried to turn, to look him in the
eyes, but he hid his face from her. Finally she planted her hands on his chest
and shoved. He fell backward onto the bed, and she straddled his hips, pinning
him down so that she could see him.
“What are you sorry about?” She genuinely didn’t know. He
didn’t answer, but she saw the look of torment in his eyes and guessed.
Sitting back on her heels, she huffed out a breath and ran her
fingers through her sex-messed hair, trying to figure out how to say what she
needed to say.
“Jasper, I’m not weak. I didn’t need you to save me from Petra.
I don’t need you to protect me…if that is why you’re staying.” This time she was
the one who looked away.
It had to be said, but she didn’t want to see his
she was staying in this tiny room with this man for the next twelve hours,
’cause that man sure as hell didn’t feel the same way she did.
Tucking the book into her pants pocket, she rose from the bed
where she had been sitting and moved past Jasper, who was still standing in the
same spot and staring at her. Her hand was on the doorknob when she found her
weight suspended in the air, her legs wrapped around Jasper’s waist.
Her mouth was devoured, his tongue tracing her teeth. Jasper’s
hands fisted in her hair, tugging at the loose strands, and her eyes widened in
surprise and then arousal.
He needed her. The message came through loud and clear. She
wouldn’t fool herself into thinking that it was for forever, but she would take
this one last time.
“Jasper.” The word was forced from her lips when he abruptly
lowered her to her feet. Turning her in his arms, he yanked the fastening of her
pants open and bent her over the bed.
“Yes.” She groaned out the word and waited for the feel of his
flesh sliding inside of her. The channel between her legs surged with
moisture.
The sting was bright as, instead of sliding his cock between
her legs, Jasper laid the flat of his palm against her flesh. She gasped, not
sure what to make of it.
He waited, waited for her approval. She could feel the need
vibrating through him…and more than that, the desire flooding through her.
He had spanked her. Whatever had brought it on, she had liked
it.
“More.” She rotated her hips and braced her elbows on the bed.
The cheap fabric pulled at her skin, but she barely noticed.
Her cheeks flushed as she waited for the next touch of his skin
on hers, the next slap of his palm across her ass.
“Aah.” It came, hard and with a resounding clap. Then again,
and again. Her world narrowed to nothing but sensation, and she welcomed the
narrow focus.
Jasper traced a finger roughly down her spine, delving between
the mounds of flesh that were red from his attentions. He continued until his
finger dipped into her waiting heat, but avoided that small area where all of
her most intense sensations lay.
She very nearly screamed.
When she heard the zip of his pants being lowered, the rasp
sounding harshly in the air, Anastasia could have wept with relief. She wanted
him to fill her. He made her wait moments more, while he shed his clothes, while
he pulled her shirt impatiently over her head. He filled his palms roughly with
her breasts, pinched her nipples while she moaned. Then he yanked her roughly
backward, his hands on her hips, and hilted his cock in her waiting heat.
Anastasia cried out loud, the sound echoing off of the barren
walls. The sex was rough, and hard, and fast, Jasper tunnelling in and out with
a nearly brutal force that her warrior’s spirit thrilled to. When he reached
between her legs, pinched the hard nub of flesh that was screaming for her
attention she fell over the edge, her cries mingling with Jasper’s as he fell
with her.
Panting, Anastasia let her weight fall onto the bed. She wasn’t
sure what she had expected, but it wasn’t for Jasper to pick her up, place her
in his lap and nuzzle his face into her neck.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He tried to turn, to look him in the
eyes, but he hid his face from her. Finally she planted her hands on his chest
and shoved. He fell backward onto the bed, and she straddled his hips, pinning
him down so that she could see him.
“What are you sorry about?” She genuinely didn’t know. He
didn’t answer, but she saw the look of torment in his eyes and guessed.
Sitting back on her heels, she huffed out a breath and ran her
fingers through her sex-messed hair, trying to figure out how to say what she
needed to say.
“Jasper, I’m not weak. I didn’t need you to save me from Petra.
I don’t need you to protect me…if that is why you’re staying.” This time she was
the one who looked away.
It had to be said, but she didn’t want to see his
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