Page 9 of Tangled Hearts
Jasper nods, his jaw tight. “Yes. He’s perfected them, it seems. Manipulating the performers, setting traps... he’s turned it into an art form of sabotage.”
The rustle of leaves adds to the symphony of the night, and I notice how our voices have dropped to an almost conspiratorial whisper.
He looks deeply into my eyes, and I see a spark of something shift, a realization that seems to hit us both at the same moment. My breath catches, my pulse quickening as the air thickens with unspoken desire.
Jasper reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. His touch lingers, sending a shiver down my spine. “Lila,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “I...”
I place my hand on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat under my palm. “Jasper,” I whisper, my voice trembling with the intensity of the moment. “I feel it too.”
The world around us fades away as Jasper leans in, capturing my lips in a slow, passionate kiss. The moonlight highlights our features, casting us in a silvery glow. The kiss deepens, our hands exploring each other’s bodies with a mix of urgency and tenderness. His hands trace the contours of my back, pulling me closer, while mine tangle in his hair, the softness of his locks contrasting with the hard muscles under his security vest.
We break apart briefly, our foreheads touching as we catch our breath. I can hear the quiet thump of Jasper’s heartbeat, feel the rise and fall of his chest. His eyes burn with an intensity that matches my own.
“Lila,” he breathes, his voice a rough whisper. “This...”
I silence him with another kiss, this one more intense, more demanding. Our hands roam freely, exploring, learning eachother’s bodies. The need to be closer, to feel more, becomes overwhelming. Jasper stands, taking my hand and guiding me to a blanket he spreads out on the grass outside his caravan. The stars above seem to twinkle more brightly, the night sky a silent witness to our passion.
We sit facing each other, our legs intertwined. The kiss deepens, our hands moving with purpose. He lays me down on the blanket, his body covering mine, and I feel the weight of him, the solid reality of this moment. The moonlight casts a silver glow on our skin, highlighting every curve and angle.
We undress each other slowly, savoring the sensation of skin on skin. Jasper’s hands trace the lines of my body, eliciting soft gasps and moans as our passion builds.
“Lila,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low growl. “You’re incredible. I’ve wanted you for so damn long, I can hardly believe we’re here now.”
I respond with a kiss, my hands exploring the hard planes of his back, the strength in his arms. His calloused hands trace the lines of my body, eliciting soft gasps and moans as his touch ignites a trail of fire. The quiet swish of clothing being removed, the whisper of our skin sliding together, and the escalating rhythm of our breaths fill the night air, creating a cocoon of desire around us.
I arch into his touch, my body responding to his every move with a hunger that’s been building for far too long. His mouth follows the path of his hands, kissing and nipping at my skin, each sensation sending waves of pleasure through me.
“Jasper,” I whisper, my voice trembling with the intensity of the moment. “I need you.”
He meets my gaze, his eyes dark with desire. “I’m here,” he replies, his voice a low growl that sends another shiver down my spine. Sliding my panties aside he takes one slow lick up my soaked slit with his tongue.
“You taste sweeter than the most decadent, velvety vanilla ice cream.” His low growl against my sensitive skin sends shivers down my spine and weakens my knees, bringing me closer to the edge of orgasm. With his fingers entwined in mine, he presses my back against the wall, trapping me with his touch. Jasper's rough beard brushes against me, igniting a fire within me that I can't put into words.
"You're so goddamn hot when you coat my tongue with your sweet cream." His words are like a drug, taking over my senses and rendering me speechless. My smart mouth is silenced by his filthy words and the intense pleasure he gives me.
"Being with you is like being in paradise." He slips a finger inside me, quickly finding all my most sensitive spots and causing small moans to escape from my lips. The image of him sucking on his fingers after touching me sends bolts of lightning through my body.
"I want to fuck you so hard we have to come up with a new word for what we're doing." He stands and spins me around in his arms. "Hold on tight, Lila."
He traces his teeth down my spine, sending shivers through me as they graze over every nerve ending. Each touch of his fingers on my skin feels like a hurricane building up inside me, ready to make landfall at any moment.
"God, I can't wait any longer." His hands spread over my cheeks as he explores every inch of me. When his fingers reach the delicate rosebud between my cheeks, my whole body trembles with anticipation.
"This belongs to me." With just one finger, he pushes against the tight hole, and I can't help but clench around him, unable to control the flood of desire rushing through me. My thighs are slick with wetness, and he uses his cock to spread it all over himself before finally pressing against my entrance.
As our bodies collide in a frenzy of passion, I feel like we have found each other in the midst of chaos. Our connection sends sparks flying as we move together in perfect rhythm.
“I can’t wait to fuck you every day of forever,” he whispers, his voice rough and heavy with desire. One of his strong, calloused hands lands on my hip, holding me tightly against him.
His other hand slides up my spine, finding the back of my neck and squeezing lightly before threading his fingers into my hair and pulling my head back. The pleasure mixed with pain sends shivers down my spine, making me melt into him even more.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, his eyes intense and lustful as they bore into mine.
I swallow hard, feeling his hard length grinding at the edge of my entrance. I shake my head, braving his harsh gaze. “No.”
A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “Good.” With that single word, he pushes himself deep inside me.
My body relaxes and welcomes him as if it had been anticipating this moment for years. The idea of my life without Jasper in it is excruciating.
