empathy

EIGHT

Soo... smut ahead! 

This chapter is completely irrelevant to the story, so if you feel uncomfortable reading smut, you can just skip this chapter and I'll try to update another one as soon as possible.

But, as you know, it's Christmas, so I don't know if I'll have the time.

So, until then, I wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year,  I hope you guys have fun and manage to relax a bit during that time! :)

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"Ana, we need to stop," Jasper breathes out, reluctantly pulling away and resting his forehead against hers. "Why?" she whines slightly, her hands sliding to his hips, trying to pull him back into her but he steadily pushes against her pull. He won't be able to stop should she manage to pull his crotch against hers.

Hell, he can barely stop right now. He doesn't really want to stop.

"Because our first time is not gonna be out here, darlin'."

"So, let's go back," Anastasia proposes. "Jump," he retorts, his hands sliding over her ass and down to her thighs when she does. Her feet interlock behind his back, face buried in his neck as he speeds them back to his old house. 

Peter and Charlotte aren't there, off somewhere to do god knows what but right now, they don't care. 

"Stop it," Jasper hisses when she starts kissing his neck, sucking on his skin, teeth scratching as she pulls away to grin at him. "Then hurry up." 

His eyes narrow and he freezes for the split of a second as she goes right back to kissing his neck. Holding on to her thighs harder, he speeds them up to his room, mindlessly throwing her onto the bed. 

The smirk she is sending him as she props herself up onto her elbows sends his last restrain overboard and he can practically feel his eyes lose colour and turn pitch black. Tough, for once, it's not the major battling his control, trying to take over, it's his own instinct bringing him to his knees. 

"What? You gonna stand there all night?" Anastasia raises a brow at him. Jasper doesn't move other than crossing his arms as he looks at her with narrow eyes and a growing smirk on his face. "Oh, you'll wish I had, darlin'."

Making his way over to her, slowly, almost painfully slow, she bites her lips, tilting her head to the side as she counters. "Hm, I bet I will."

Jasper quickly twitches his fingers, the sarcasm in his voice as clear as daylight and the words a pure challenge to him. He swiftly takes off his shirt, abandoning it on the floor. Not that she really gets the time to appreciate the view as he appears on top of her, forcing her back into the mattress, his hands next to her head and a dangerous look on her face. 

Anastasia goes to drive her hands up his chest, protesting when he pins them above her head. Glaring up at him, the smirk on his face very much getting on her nerves.

"Not so confident now, are we?"

"But I'm getting exactly what I want," she shrugs, smiling up at him innocently. "Are you now?" "I mean unless you plan on staying like this all night long..."

"Now, we wouldn't want that."

His hand that isn't holding onto her wrists reaches down to her shirt, pushing beneath to let his fingers trail back up her side. They're barely touching her skin, gracing it and tickling Ana, who moves her body away from it. 

About to rip off her shirt, he stops for a moment, looking into her eyes to make sure her reaction and answer are honest. "Are you sure?" "Yes."

Nodding, he rips off her shirt, admiring the red lace hiding her chest for a moment, printing the image into his brain before moving his hand behind her back, unclipping her bra rather than ripping it off.