Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

L ila

The moonlight casts a soft glow on Jasper's caravan, turning the night into a serene canvas. Jasper and I sit close together on a wooden bench, the quiet of the circus grounds wrapping around us like a blanket. The tents are dark silhouettes against the starry sky, and the distant sounds of the circus—muted laughter, the faint hum of machinery—create a soothing backdrop.

We've spent hours combing through the mess that Alexander Grey left behind, trying to piece together his twisted plans. Now, we're taking a moment to breathe, to process everything. My mind races with questions, and I know Jasper feels the same intensity.

"So, Alexander," I begin, my voice low and hushed. "Why would he go to such lengths to destroy the circus?"

Jasper's gaze is intense, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "Alexander was always ambitious, but it turned into resentment when I left the project. He saw my departure as a betrayal. This... all of this, it's his twisted way of getting back at me, of proving he's superior. I tested the top of our team during evaluations–that fucker has had it out of me ever since."

I inch closer to Jasper, the warmth of his body comforting in the cool night air. "And he's using the same mind control techniques you told me about?"

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 each other'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.

"Mine," he says, his fingers tightening around my throat in a possessive hold. His lips trail across my shoulder, over my shoulder blades, and down my arm. "The way you shudder when I touch you tells me you're all mine, baby."

He smacks one of my ass cheeks with a forceful palm, sending a delicious burn through my body. I melt further into him, the warmth of the sting easing all tension and welcoming him deeper inside me.

"There's my Lila," he mumbles against my skin in a low growl, heavy with sexual tension.

In that moment, love crescendos through me like the sweetest song.

"You feel so damn good," he grunts, his voice rough and gruff as his beard rasps against my skin. His hands claim every inch of me, owning me completely.

He's so intimidating in the daylight, but when we're together like this, nothing else matters. Our bodies move together in perfect sync, igniting my mind, leaving my soul exposed and vulnerable, begging for more.

His words are a mixture of desire and regret as they spill from his lips against my heated skin. "I promised myself I'd take my time with you, but hell, Lila." He peppers kisses across my shoulder blades. "I never stood a chance." With one hand working my clit with deft movements, he continues, "I'm yours." His teeth graze the sensitive skin at my neck. "Completely."

My body is racked with violent breaths as his hands roam over me. His words feel conflicting—both wrong and so right at the same time. I'm hopeless to resist him.

I want to speak, but my words are stuck in my throat as I grip the railing with white-knuckled fists. Jasper's scent surrounds me, intoxicating and all-consuming. His hand tangles in my hair, and his mouth claims mine, his tongue exploring every inch before he pulls away. We gasp for air, the intensity of our kiss leaving my heart pounding against my ribcage, aching for more.

Jasper's voice is raw with desire as he speaks, his hand gently caressing my cheek. Every moment we've spent together over the past few months, I've craved to taste him like this. It feels wrong on so many levels, but when I look into his warm, whiskey-colored eyes, all of that fades away.

Jasper is unlike anyone I've ever known. Being with him makes me feel alive in a way I never thought possible. He's the hero of my life.

"I need to be buried deep inside you, in our bed," he whispers against my skin, his rough beard brushing against me.

A smile spreads across my face as he lifts me in his arms, carrying me into his caravan with long strides. I sink into the down comforter as his heavy body presses against mine.

"Welcome home, Lila," Jasper murmurs into my ear before capturing my lips once again. Being with him feels like coming home in a way I can't explain.

My fingers tighten around his toned arms as he trails kisses down my body, teasing and tantalizing every inch of skin until finally reaching my thighs. His lips leave a trail of heat and kisses along the way before settling between my legs.

His touch is electrifying as he massages my soaked folds, sending waves of pleasure through me. My core tightens, and I arch off the bed as Jasper's skilled fingers work their magic.

"Come for me, gorgeous," he whispers huskily in my ear, his hips moving at a different angle while his thumb circles my clit. My breath hitches as I reach the peak, my body trembling with ecstasy.

With Jasper, everything feels perfect and right. And as we lay tangled together in his bed, I know that this is where I belong. Every touch, every kiss, every sensation is like coming home to a place I never knew existed before him.

As he whispers his words, my breath grows shallower, and my body begins to unravel. Just when I can't take it anymore, his fingers leave my skin, and his palms cup my face, his lips pressing against mine in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth, mimicking the movements of his cock as it slowly pulls out of me.

"Fuck, baby," he murmurs, urging me to relax as his hands caress my backside with tender care. I focus on my breathing, trying to ignore the discomfort of being stretched open.

With practiced skill, he kneads the ring of muscles surrounding my entrance until they finally relax and allow him to penetrate me fully. A rush of pleasure floods through me as his cock fills the forbidden territory of my backside.

"Fuck, babe. You're so tight," he grunts through clenched teeth as his hands roam over my skin, coaxing me into submission. He moves in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace, taking deep breaths and savoring every inch of me.

I can't help but moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy. The sensations are overwhelming—a mix of pain and pleasure that sends shivers down my spine and causes my muscles to tremble with need.

"Do you like having me here?" he whispers, tugging on my hair gently as he pumps into me harder.

"Yes," I gasp, desperate for more. "Please, Jasper. Faster. Harder."

He complies, thrusting deeper into me with each movement. I reach between my legs to feel for his sac—wet from our earlier activities—and roll them around softly. He groans loudly and picks up the pace, completely owning me with every powerful thrust.

"You feel so good," he growls, wrapping one arm around my body and expertly massaging my clit. Waves of pleasure unfurl deep within me, causing my body to go limp and my moans to grow louder.

"I can't get enough of you," he confesses, his hips moving in time with the rhythm of his words. "You're fucking perfect."

My body quivers and writhes in pleasure, sensations swirling around my head and coursing through my veins. Gasps escape my lips as his thrusts quicken, his fingers tightening on the flesh of my ass, driven by a primal need that has been uncaged. I groan, feeling him twitch and release inside me, his chest heaving with exertion. Slowly, his pace slows to a stop, and he leans over me, trapping me with his chiseled form pressed against mine. I can't move even if I wanted to, and I don't want to. One hand grips his beard while the other circles his neck as we burn together. Jasper's hand roams over my body, kneading my breast and pinching and twisting my nipple, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.

As my orgasm subsides, the world tilts before my eyes, everything blurring into a haze of pure ecstasy. Panting heavily, Jasper whispers in my ear, "You have no idea what it does to me, having you in my arms like this, filling your sweet, unprotected womb." Before I can respond, he shushes me and tucks me under his arm, cradling me against his broad chest. "Just sleep now," he murmurs, stroking my hair and inhaling its scent.

With a sleepy smile on my lips, I trace the licks of ink decorating his bronzed skin with my fingertips. It's the first time I truly feel him—not just the mystery or the artist or the love-hate man I had known before. Despite all the hurt and baggage in my past relationships, I feel a connection with him that goes beyond words; a deep understanding and acceptance of each other's flaws and desires.

As I drift off to sleep in Jasper's embrace, I know there is much more to come—more passion, more intimacy, and more of him. And for once, I'm not afraid to let myself feel it all.

The rhythm of our breaths, the soft symphony of our shared pleasure, blends with the night sounds, creating a moment of pure, unadulterated love. I feel a connection that goes beyond the physical, binding us together in a way that words can't describe. Jasper's touch, his presence, is everything I need in this moment, grounding me, lifting me, making me feel alive in a way I've never felt before.