Page 21 of Demons In My Head: Exposing the Exiled
I sucked in a sharp breath as he drove into me again. "Does your cock get wider, too?"
Jasper's movements instantly stopped as though someone had frozen him in place. "Oh fuck," he blurted out as we slowly descended from the air to the bed.
"What? I'm not saying I don't like it, but it's pretty, um... snug in there at the moment."
He still wasn't moving. I wasn't even positive he was breathing. I was beginning to feel nervous, as if something was going on, and I was clueless.
"Okay, well, this got awkward," I said as I attempted to wiggle away from him. My movements snapped him out of his trance, and his large hands gripped my hips, holding me in place.
"Palmer, I didn't realize this was possible... and I apologize."
I half-heartedly chuckled and shoved his shoulders back. "I've never had a guy apologize to me for having too thick a cock."
"Do not speak of other men's cocks while mine is inside of you."
My brows lifted. "Are you fucking serious right now? We fucked once, or—" I glanced down between my legs "—almost fucked, once. You don't get to be the jealous—" My words disappeared along with the breath in my lungs. The overly full sensations from a moment before were now becoming painful. "What the fuck is happening, Jasper?!"
He leaned down, his face a breath from mine. "I'm so sorry." His hand brushed some wayward strands of hair from my face. "I'd never hurt you."
"You're hurting me now," I whined, wincing as his cock stretched me beyond anything I'd ever experienced.
The pain on his face must've mirrored my own. "I wish I could stop, but once it starts, it can't be stopped."
"Once what starts?!" My heart was racing so fast that the original pain I'd felt had all but vanished with the rising anxiety over what his answer was going to be.
"I'm going to explain everything. I promise. But first, I think you should try to switch back into your spirit form; that may make this more tolerable for you."
I blinked and held my hand up before my eyes. When had I turned corporeal again? I hadn't even realized. Focusing on our shared power, I shifted into my spirit form once more. Thankfully, I could still feel everything, but without the pain.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," I admitted, kind of surprised.
Jasper frowned. "I'm afraid to so much as flex my big toe right now. If I were to move, I can't say what'll happen." The veins in his neck bulged as he restrained himself. I could see the internal battle he was having as he had to hold himself back.
A memory of my own filtered through my mind, back to that first night in Haunt. When Talon had all but been torn away from me, and how I'd felt the same feelings then, just on a much smaller scale, due to how quickly they acted. Was this what they were trying to prevent?
"Why is it such a big deal? I mean, your tongue does this weird ass expansion thing too. You can control that, but not your dick?"
"It's different," Jasper gritted out. "But I guess this makes sense; it's probably why we're able to share our powers."
I snorted. "Literally, none of this makes sense to me. I'm lying here with your monster cock holding my pussy hostage!" I slapped my hands down on the bed, causing both of us to jolt from my movements. A shot of white, hot, burning pleasure blasted through me. "Ohhhh. Oh, my gods."
I watched as Jasper's eyes rolled back in his head as he experienced whatever the fuck that was. Suddenly, it was like all hell broke loose, and whatever was blocking the memories in Jasper's head gave way.
I gasped as the floodgates of Jasper's memories burst open, overwhelming my mind. Snippets and scenes flashed before my eyes, each one more vivid than the last.
I saw Jasper and Rhodes together, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. The love between them was palpable, so intense it made my heart ache. Their stolen moments were filled with tender caresses and whispered promises. But in the shadows, I caught glimpses of Asrael watching them, his eyes burning with jealousy and rage.
The scenes shifted, and I felt the weight of Asrael's toxic manipulation pressing down on Jasper. I witnessed hushed conversations in dark corners, where Asrael's honeyed words dripped with poison. He played on Jasper's insecurities, twisting his thoughts and emotions until Jasper doubted his own worth. This was all looking and feeling much too familiar. The things he was saying were words he’d said to me hundreds of times, and I started to feel sick, watching this unfold from the outside.
Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. Asrael's fury erupted like a volcano. I saw him storming into a bedroom, finding Rhodes and Jasper together. The next moments were a blur of chaos as guards seized Jasper, dragging him away.
My stomach churned as I experienced Jasper's emotions firsthand. The fear, the confusion, the betrayal—it all coursed through me as if it were my own. The most heart-wrenchingmoment came when Jasper looked out at the crowd moments before his execution. The faces of his brothers were a mixture of shock and raw pain.
I felt Jasper's resolve and selfless desire to protect his brothers even in the face of his own demise. The love he held for them was a stark contrast to the betrayal he'd suffered at Asrael's hands.
As the executioner raised his blade, I experienced Jasper's final thoughts—a mixture of regret, acceptance, and a fierce, protective love for those he was leaving behind. The blade fell, and I screamed, the phantom pain of his death tearing through me.
I gasped, my vision blurring as the scene shifted. Suddenly, I was no longer in my own body but experiencing everything through Jasper's ghostly form moments after his death.
