Page 18 of Demons In My Head: Exposing the Exiled
And just like a sunflower stretching for the sun, I realized something about myself. Whoever I was, whoever I am, I'd risk being burned by her a hundred times over rather than chance never feeling her fire at all.
Time seemed to stand still as the intensity of our kiss increased with every passing second. As if on cue, memories flooded back into my head: being a boy with Felix and Talon, laughing carefree under the sun; practicing sword fighting with them; playing games around campfires late at night; chasing each other around the castle halls like wild animals; dancing during festivals.
Palmer pulled away from me abruptly, and I blinked as the memories stopped.
"What happened?" I asked, looking into her wide blue eyes nervously. "It's working."
Palmer nodded. "I know it's working. I saw..."
"Y-you saw?" My jaw dropped as I realized she'd seen what I had.
"All of it. When you beat Talon at sword fighting, he threw a fit. He broke your wooden sword, and then you broke his nose..." she trailed off, her voice full of wonder and shock.
I laughed deeply. "He was, and sometimes still is, a little bitch."
"How is this possible, Jasper?"
"I wish I knew, but I'm glad it is." I reached out and took her hand. "I want you to know what I do. I want you to trust me, Palmer. This way, you'll have no doubt. You're learning what I am at the exact same time."
She looked at me with a vulnerability that I hadn't seen before. "Well then, we’d better keep going," she said softly.
I smiled and squeezed her hand. "Not here. Come on, I know the perfect place."
Without another word, we left the living room and floated up the stairs until we reached a large door at the end of the hallway. I opened it to reveal a spacious guest room with dark wood floors and minimalistic decor that matched the rest of the space.
"Nobody ever uses this room," I said as we stepped inside.
Palmer closed her eyes for a moment before turning to me with a look of determination on her face. "We still need answers," she said firmly.
I nodded and pulled her close once again, feeling her soft curves against my body as an intense wave of desire coursed through me. She looked up at me expectantly, and I knew that whatever happened next would change us forever.
I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her hard, reigniting a fire deep within me. She moaned as our bodies melted together, and I felt the tension between us that had been growing finally burst into flames. Without breaking our kiss, I gripped her assand hoisted her up, loving the way she wrapped her legs around my hips.
When she ground her core against my cock I thought I was definitely going to die a second time. I could feel her heart hammering against my chest as we effortlessly moved together like this wasn't the first time we'd done this. No, it was as though we'd done this dance together a thousand times.
The world around us seemed to vanish, and I felt free from all doubts, worries, and fears. My hands ran along her body as her fingers wound through my hair, and my scalp tingled along my hairline, setting off goosebumps across my entire body.
I laid her down, not wanting to break the connection but eager to see more of her, to explore every inch of her. Her skin felt like silk beneath my touch, and with every caress, my desire for her grew more intense.
"You feel so fucking good," I growled, low and deep, breaking our kiss long enough to run my tongue up the column of her throat.
Palmer turned her head, baring her neck to me, and she breathed out a sharp gasp when I nipped her skin. All of my senses were heightened—every tiny movement, sound, or smell was amplified tenfold.
Palmer looked at me with an awe-filled wonder in her eyes as she whispered softly, "What kind of lover will you be?"
I smiled before dipping my head lower to brush my lips against hers in a feather-light kiss. "Probably a selfish one," I admitted.
Her nails dug into my back, through my t-shirt. "It's been a long time for you." Her hands slid down to the hem of my shirt, and I shifted my weight, letting her pull the damn thing up and over my head.
"The wait was worth it," I said, and found that I absolutely meant it. The most painful part of being a ghost for so long,the waiting, had somehow evaporated. The anger and boredom vanished and were replaced with lust and desire.
"Take what you need, Jasper," she panted as she trailed those big blue eyes down the length of my now bare chest.
"Oh, I think you've misunderstood me." My fingers reached for the waistband of her shorts. I glanced at her and smirked. "When I said I was going to be selfish, it wasn't about my own pleasure."
Her hips lifted as I slid her shorts down, revealing a tiny pair of lacy black panties. "Fuck," I cursed, trailing my fingertips over the intricate pattern of skulls. "I'm going to wring as many orgasms from your sexy body as possible."
Palmer's cheeks flushed deeper with my declaration. She sat up and silently removed her shirt, keeping her eyes on mine as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The straps slid down her arms slowly, teasing me as more and more of her body was revealed.
