I woke up, startled, to find myself on a wide bed, in what appeared to be a cabin in some remote place. It was very quiet and I could see icy mountains when I looked outside the window. There was snow on the ground too and a fire roared in the massive fire place. I struggled to remember what had happened. Memories were foggy. Jasper had come for me at Claytons. He had been soaked in blood. I could vividly recall his glowing red eyes staring down at me with demonic intensity, although I had not felt any fear.

I dimly recalled a sudden blow to my head, a sharp pain vibrating through my skull and then nothing more but uncomfortable darkness. Where was I now? Had Jasper knocked me out and kidnapped me? There was a tenderness to my right temple, which I touched gingerly. Jasper had looked positively feral, wild and very dangerous. Instinct told me that he had probably taken me as he had to protect me in some way, even if it was from himself.

I was wearing a black t-shirt which was much too big for me and nothing else. I sniffed at it appreciatively, I'd recognise that scent anywhere, this was one of Jasper's shirts. I knew he wasn't close by right then, his presence always made my entire being come alive. The fact that I was naked didn't escape me. I couldn't quite stop the strange thrill which shot through me at the thought of Jasper kidnapping me and then stripping me naked while putting me to bed. It was oddly arousing. I didn't truly care where we were, only that I was with him. My head ached, throbbing dully. I went back to the bed on trembling legs and covered myself with the thick blanket. I knew I was safe; Jasper would not leave me in danger. My heavy eyelids slid closed and slept once again.

A small sound alerted me to a presence. I opened my eyes, consciousness returning slowly. My sleepy eyes met a startling ruby gaze and my heart stopped beating. I sat up in bed, instantly awake, the last shreds of sleep dissipating rapidly.

Jasper stood at the foot of the bed, he was clean now, although this made him look no less feral. He was lethal, that much was obvious to anyone who saw him. This man could command an army without even trying. He appeared to have thrown off any and all constraints the Cullen's had placed on him. He reminded me of a wild animal, beautiful and deadly. His hair was wet from the shower and he was dressed all in black, which threw his golden hair and scarlet eyes into startling prominence.

A minuscule smirk lifted his lips as he tasted my emotions, his gaze sliding over me possessively.

He inclined his head slightly, damp tendrils of dark blond hair falling into his eyes as he did so.

"Good morning." He said, his voice deep and compelling, my belly did a delicious flip-flop.

Irrationally, I felt tears well up in my eyes as I stared at him. The tension from the past weeks, of not knowing if he would come for me, manifested into tears of relief.

"Silly Bella." My monster said, correctly interpreting my emotions, as usual. " You should have known that I would come for you. I told you I would, didn't I?" In an instant he was beside me, kneeling on the mattress beside me and lifting my face to his with powerful hands. His icy touch ignited the fire we shared, it burnt through my blood like wildfire and I gasped softly. "You should have trusted me." Jasper told me, his lips hovering just an inch above mine. His cool breath trickling across my face, making my eyes turn tilt as the delicious scent.

His large hands framed my face, lifting it further, until my head was tilted upwards. His fingers massaged my temples firmly, while his thumbs toyed with my mouth.

"I do trust you." I whispered brokenly, finding my voice at last.

I felt like I was drowning in his eyes, their savage beauty mesmerising me.

"Then why did you doubt that I would come for you?" he demanded roughly, his angels face fierce.

I blinked the tears away, my hands clasped around his forearms to steady myself. The feel of his skin intoxicated me further, making my head spin wildly. "Because it makes no sense for you to want me." I admitted at last. "I mean look at me, I'm nothing compared to you."

A menacing growl vibrated through his chest and I felt it to my fingertips, a frisson of fear momentarily danced along my spine.

"I am looking at you, Bella. You're so Goddamn beautiful, even now as a human, you make me ache with the need to possess you. You're mine and I will always come for you. Never doubt that ever again."

I stopped breathing entirely at his declaration, joy flooding my entire being.

My temple throbbed dully causing me to frown slightly in pain.

Jasper examined the tender spot, knowing at once what had caused my grimace.

"I'm sorry about that." He said, stroking his index finger over the tenderness ever so slightly.

"Was it you?" I asked. "Did you knock me out?"

Jasper nodded, "I had to do it, I was in the midst of a hunting thrall when I came for you. I couldn't risk hurting you. You being unconscious made it easier."

"Why did you come to get me like that?" I asked, curiously. "You were soaked in blood."

Murderer. I knowledge the thought and then dismissed it. It didn't matter.

Jasper placed his lips on my forehead, his lips moving against my skin as he spoke. "I was hiding from visions and predictions, it was the only way I could take you and not be seen. Your face would have been lost among countless others, which in its self is an abominable crime. But it was necessary to hide our true intentions."

A thrill shot through me at his words. "But why must we still hide? Does it matter if they know? I'm not with him anymore..."

Jasper's mouth finally reached mine and he kissed me with a slow burning heat, devouring my lips and then my tongue with a ravenous appetite. He tasted like spice. Cool mulled wine exploding on my tongue, infinitely delicious.

"It doesn't matter anymore - it only mattered then- because they would have tried to stop me taking what is mine - they might have hurt you in the process."

Jasper kissed me again, demanding and deep. I returned his kiss, my arms finding their way around his neck.

He stripped off the t-shirt I wore with impatient hands, leaving me naked beneath his burning ebony gaze.

This was it.

We were alone for the first time and it no longer mattered if they saw us.

I tugged his shirt off his body and gasped at his savage beauty. He was ripped; muscled perfection and scars, his pale skin was littered them. Bite marks, knife wounds and several long deep gashes which appeared to have been made by a broad sword. He was just as deadly as my instincts had warned me he was, lethal in fact. Thousands of people, vampires and humans alike had tried to kill him and they had all failed.

He watched me closely, gauging my reaction while he knelt over my prone body, wearing only his trousers. His gaze eating my nakedness up with a startling hunger which melted my bones with its intensity. I felt nothing but desire as I took in all his beautiful imperfections.

He was a monster and I loved him for it.

I loved him.

Exhilaration flooded me as I realised the truth. I knew that Jasper could feel my love, I was glad he could share in this wonderful discovery. He could feel every facet of it.

Jasper took my hands and place them on his formidable abdominal muscles and I shook with excitement and fear.

His muscles jumped reflexively under my touch and he guided my hands further down until my fingers touched his belt buckle.

Hesitantly I obeyed his silent command and undid his belt with fingers which fumbled slightly. I parted the zipper slowly, Jasper's hands still encircling my wrists like the most welcome shackles. I was extremely nervous, but my fear was tempered with excitement. I wanted to do this with this man. This vampire who commanded respect, fó ,ear and love within me in equal measure.

I wanted Jasper to own me; body and soul.

My hands moved of their own accord inside the open vee of Jasper's combat trousers, his hard flesh felt like satin beneath my fingers and heat pooled between my thighs. I couldn't hold all of him with one hand, so I used both to grip his hard flesh. I watched shyly as his usually immobile face contorted slightly at the touch of my hands on his body, so intimately.

And then he was between my legs; his naked skin was against mine and I lost the ability to form rational thoughts. His fingers found my tender flesh, slick with my need for him

I cried out and convulsed as Jasper touched me and then thrust his fingers inside me deeply.

More, I wanted more. More of this, more of him, more of us.

We kissed so deeply I forgot where I ended and where he began. I could sense that he was holding back, a necessity to keep me alive.

I marvelled at his restraint. He touched me firmly with just enough pressure to make me come alive with pleasure and need but not enough to break me apart, as he surely could if he had a moments lapse in concentration.

His fingers were long and thick, they stretched me deliciously, rocking into me in a sinful rhythm which drove me to the brink of madness. He watched me, his dark gaze demonic in its intensity, fixed upon my face. He pushed his fingers into me deeper still, as the ache inside me built with each thrust.

I whimpered and then cried out as something stretched and then broke inside me. There was agony and then it was gone as Jasper took my pain through his connection with me. As well as renewing his efforts, kissing my memory of the pain away with deep, sure strokes of his tongue in my mouth.

Jasper lifted me off the bed entirely, holding me as if I weighed nothing at all. He sat back on his haunches and lifted me onto him, just like we had made love in our mutual dream. I straddled him and moaned as I was impaled on his cock.

Pleasure hummed along every nerve ending, it sent me spinning into space. Jasper growled as I was fully seated on him, my body sheathing his perfectly.

My arms were around his neck, my hands buried in his hair, our mouths joined as he began to move. Jasper filled me to the brink of insanity, I ached for more as he fucked me hard, his brutal hands lifting me onto him again and again. I arched my back and my entire body bowed upwards, my nipples tight buds found by his deranged lips and teeth. I felt insane as my orgasm approached, it was too much, too much pleasure for a human to bear. I cried out loudly as I felt my muscles lock and my body spasm violently around Jasper's cock. He growled against my lips as he licked his way into my mouth, more vampire than man. We stared into each other's eyes while our worlds collided and then came completely undone, falling into each other to form an indescribable, unbreakable bond.

We lay naked and entangled with each other, on the messy bed as Jasper's mobile phone began to ring again. It had been ringing for a while now, ever since we had started having sex.

"Alice has seen us." Jasper said calmly, lifting my bruised and swollen lips to his. He ignored the ringing, it went on and on, only to stop and then begin again.

I returned his kiss, licking at his mouth playfully, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Good." I whispered. "Finally, they know."

Jasper rolled me onto my back, amusement in his eyes. "What do they finally know, Presa?"

I breathed in shakily, my heartbeat already uneven, as our ever present physical connection heated the very air around us. "They now know that I belong to you."

Jasper groaned deeply as he kissed me. "Yes, they do and I don't think they like it very much."

I chuckled as I pulled Jasper closer, I truly didn't care what the Cullen's thought.

"What about Charlie?" I asked suddenly, my happiness tempered.

Jasper stroked my hair slowly, and my emotions calmed at once. I knew that he was controlling me and I found I didn't mind.

"They will find your truck abandoned and they will reach the obvious conclusion. There is no other way for you now, Bella. I will not part with you, it's best they believe that you're kidnapped – lost...dead."

I stared at his savagely handsome face and I knew he was right, my father didn't belong in this world. Maybe it was best that he thought me dead. My heart ached thinking of his pain. I would miss him, but nothing truly mattered to me if it didn't involve Jasper. My obsession with him had recently crossed the lines of merely obsessive into the realm of blinding, soul destroying devotion.

I knew his feelings for me as if they were my own. Jasper wanted me more than anything he had ever wanted. He wanted to possess me in every way; he wanted me with him forever.

Jasper pulled his fingers through the long length of my hair, his other hand travelling an invisible pathway across my face.

He paused when he reached my mouth. "You were bleeding." He told me softly, rubbing at my lips with a from pressure which parted my lips for his probing finger to enter at a leisurely pace. My heart stopping beating. A thrill shot through me and I gasped as lust mushroomed inside me instantly.

I licked my dry lips, my tongue touching his finger and sent him a small smile. "Its worth it, to kiss you."

Jasper eyed me intensely, "Do you want to stay human, Presa, or do you want to be with me for an eternity?"

My heartbeat was disjointed and my breath hitched in my throat. I had once, not too long ago, begged Edward to make me immortal. With Jasper I had known that I did not need to beg. My being immortal was inevitable; because there could not be any other outcome. He was mine, just as surely as I was his.

"You know what must be." I told him, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss onto his fingers.

The mobile phone finally stopped ringing as Jasper rolled onto his back, taking me with him.

"Oh, I do." He assured me with a smirk, as he adjusted me until I was sitting on his hard muscled stomach. I whimpered in throaty surrender as he moved my hips against him, his hands my tutor, his lips finding my breasts with a hunger which made my entire being come alive with desire.

Hot and cold. Fire and ice. We fucked for days and it was a mating of bodies and minds. The fire kept me from becoming too cold, as my lover taught me pleasures of the flesh I had only dreamed of.

We stopped only for me to eat and drink, as well as attend to other human needs. Jasper kept the fire roaring with frequent supernaturally fast trips to the forest for wood.

We had waited for this, longed for this and now we revelled in our connection, making it stronger every time we made love.

Jasper crushed his cell phone eventually, indifferent to its destruction, a tiny smile playing around his lips as he dropped the plastic powder from his hand to the floor.

His strength was tremendous and yet I only sported a few bruises and some non venomous bites on my body.

Edward had always made it seem impossible for him to be with me physically, but now I realised that this was the difference between a boy and a man.

Jasper's experience was vast in all respects and it showed in his superb control of his strength and his base desires.

I was in love and I was blind to everything else.