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pleasure..
    His eyes flew open in shock when he felt her heated grasp
stroke over the head of his cock. He had already been so close that he found his
hips thrusting against her belly, his hand still strumming between her legs, as
she slipped her small hand into his pants and wrapped her hand tightly around
his member.
    “No.” The word sounded choked as it escaped his throat. He
wanted to concentrate on her, but she had him so hot, so hard, needier than he’d
ever been.
    He still ached to taste her, that very essence of her
being.
    He would not.
    Her hand stroked up, then down. Up, a stroke over that smooth,
slick tip and back down again.
    Desperate, Jasper increased the pressure between Anastasia’s
legs. Her smooth touch faltered, then her grasp tightened as she cried out into
the night air, shaking as the sensations washed over her, not caring that they
weren’t that heavily sheltered, that someone could see them.. Then, and only
then, did he close his eyes and let the heat wash over him as well. He thrust
into her fisted hand once, twice, then let out a strangled noise when she
cruelly withdrew her touch.
    “What?” His mind was fogged, and it took him a long moment to
realize that she had released his straining cock from his pants and undone her
own as well. “No. You. This is about you.”
    “And this is what I want.” Running her hands down his forearms,
she moved his hands down, down until they cupped her ass. Shamelessly she
writhed against him. “Inside. I want you inside of me.”
    Jasper lost control. Lifting her effortlessly, he dug his
fingers into her firm flesh while carrying her to one of the massive trees that
stood nearby. He entered her slick heat as he pressed her back against the rough
bark, hilting and pressing so that she would feel his entire length, filling her
up.
    Anastasia gasped at the sensation. He rocked his hips back and
then forth again and she bit her teeth into the hard muscles of his shoulder,
scratching her nails into his back at the same time.
    He nuzzled at her neck, but did not bite. Instead he thrust
into her, over and over, hot and hard. He didn’t care that they were outside,
that someone could see them, that this wasn’t allowed. He wanted the heat that
burned between them to incinerate every bad feeling that he’d ever had, every
dark deed he’d performed.
    And then he couldn’t think at all, the denial of decades giving
way to the ultimate bliss.
    As he spilled inside of Anastasia, he slid his finger through
the cleft that divided the globes of her ass and pressed firmly against the
tight flesh between, feeling the muscles give way to the pressure.
    Anastasia cried out and rocked in his arms, joining him as he
fell over the edge.
    They stood pressed together for a long moment, breathing hard.
Jasper didn’t need to breathe, but he felt as if the rhythm helped bring him
back down to earth. Helped him to quell the hunger for her blood.
    Without thinking, he lowered his head to brush a kiss over the
mussed strands of Anastasia’s hair. She smelled of rosemary and lavender, and he
inhaled deeply, absorbing the scent.
    She murmured against his chest, her arms clasped loosely around
his waist.
    For the first time in decades, he felt at peace.
    * * *
    “Isn’t this cozy?” Past melded with present as the
words, light and sweet as spun sugar, floated across the air. Anastasia had
barely gotten her jeans back up around her hips, and Jasper had barely gotten
his goods packed away when the words wormed their way into his ears. He resisted
understanding what they meant, holding tight to Anastasia in his arms. Like that
same spun sugar melting in the rain, though, his disbelief vanished, replaced by
confusion and horror.
    When he lifted his head, when he saw that the face from his
memory indeed matched that confection of a voice, he spun and shoved Anastasia
behind him. Her protest was muffled by the muscles of his back as he reached
behind himself, clasped her hips and