Page 90 of Shifting Hearts 1
“Oh, Jasper,” she squealed and jumped into his arms. “This is the home I saw in my visions.”
“I just closed on the house yesterday.” He held up a single key on a ring. “It’s fully furnished, but we can decorate it however you’d like. There are rooms for your siblings if they decide to visit.”
“And kids?”
“As many as you’d like, angel.”
Her face brightened as she threw her arms around his neck.
“I love you, Jasper.”
He growled and pressed his lips against hers as though asking her to prove it. She responded to him and played with his beard. He scooped her up in his arms and walked up the wooden porch steps. The wide porch even had a swing in the far corner as it wrapped around the side. The other end of the porch had a screen which would allow them to sit outside and be shielded from some elements and insects.
Jas slipped the key in the lock and pushed the door open.
“Welcome home, angel,” he said as he carried her over the threshold.
The farmhouse had pinewood floors and twelve foot ceilings with heavy moldings. The living room had a big, charming fireplace. Large windows allowed plenty of light to come in, despite Jasper’s sensitivity.
“It’s perfect!” she exclaimed. “I love it.”
“I love you, angel.”
Her heart galloped at his admission. Only someone who loved her would make her dreams come true.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“I do,” she whispered against his lips.
His eyes darkened, a sign she’d learned to recognize. He was hungry. The first time he’d bit her, he worked himself into a frenzy, but since they solidified their bond, it was no longer an issue. He drank just enough to make her head buzz.
“Want to see the bedroom?” He raised his eyebrow suggestively.
She nodded.
“Use your words, angel,” he growled.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
She shrieked as he raced up the stairs. His footfalls were so quick the floors didn’t have time to creak. He threw open the door to their master bedroom with an attached library and bathroom. Jas dropped her on the large, four poster bed.
Seraphina admired Jasper’s muscular frame. Hard labor, not a gym, built his solid body. He exposed his proud cock.
“Like what you see?” He languidly stroked himself.
“Yes, sir.”
“I can’t wait to bury myself in your pussy. You can get as loud as you want here, no one is next door to hear you.”
He climbed on top of her and kissed her. Her hair spread around her like a halo and her eyes shimmered as her divine light shone through.
“Seraphina.” Her name slipped off his tongue, laced with desire and something deeper.
“Jasper,” she whispered his name like a hymn.
He was a creature of the night, cursed with eternal thirst, and she, a celestial being, found a way to be together.
