2023 - Near Paris, France

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Four hours outside of Paris in a eighteenth-century stone-built farmhouse is where the Whitlocks have been living for sixth months in blissful, post-second wedding (or vow renewal, depending on the view) bliss.

Jasper enters the said house late in the overcast afternoon and hears Alice on the phone with Esme. The separation has been harder on her than it has on him, he knows. He can sense her sadness now as she talks to Esme, but he also knows she’s been happy too. It’s strange, being away from their family for such an extended time, but also - good. They need this, and the timing was finally right.

He tries to give her the semblance of privacy as she finishes her call - or as much privacy as a vampire with super hearing can - and hums softly to himself as he washes the grime from his hands. He’s been working on one of the more derelict barns on the 28 acres they now own and it isn’t a very clean job.

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She looks utterly delectable and indecent stretched out on the bed like that, gripping at the sheets as she meets every thrust.

His wife is ridiculously sexy and knows it.

And the heightened emotions are what does it for Jasper too. What and how she feels when he takes her like this and gets a little more ‘manhandly,’ as she says.

Jasper adjusts his grip, changing the angle, and moves with more urgency, chasing those feelings now. That fire-building low in her core, the toe-curling, spine-tingling waves of pleasure as he moves in just the right way.

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The angle change has her moaning, gasping, senseless words falling from her lips as she grabs at the sheets harder. She’s so close, so desperately close.

His grip on her fuels that fire, stoking it into a bright flame that burns through her. Alice fosses her head back, hair going every which way as she tries to meet his movements with stuttering hips.

“Fuck,” she mutters, her head falling back to the mattress, forehead pressing hard against it as she pants open mouthed against the sheets. “Yes, Jasper—“

His name, her words, tangled and broken as she grows sporadic in movements and breathing, her body taught under his hands, around him. So close, so desperately close.

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And Jasper is focused on getting her there. He desperately wants her to finish. That pleasure coursing through her, nearly at her breaking point -

“Fuck, darlin’.”

He slips his hand between her legs to stroke her, fingers moving over her as quick and sure as his thrusts.

“You feel so good. You’re right there. C’mon.”

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It might be his fingers adding to the mix that do her in. Maybe it’s his voice, his words urging her on. Either way, it’s all at once that she breaks.

Her back bows, limbs stiffening and trembling, her core tightening quick around him, teeth sharp on her lip, sharp as she bites at her hand—not enough to puncture, but sharp enough.

His name is a gasping whine, muffled by her hand and the bed.

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Jasper scrambles for a grip on her hips again, working her over him with an urgency as he chases his own.

Not that he lasts much longer. It feels too good. The way her body clutches at his, her pleasure so sharp and bright, his own so fucking close, right there and -

“God, Alice,” and his voice is wrecked, raspy, as his hips snap to hers, finishing inside of her with a groan. And then he growls not a moment later when he pulls her back into his lap as he sits back.

He presses his face against her shoulder, his arm coming up and around her waist to hug her close to him.

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She leans back against him, pleased and gasping for air. Her eyes close, her hand finds the shape of his around her middle and pats at it vaguely.

Alice is pretty sure that if she moves, she will crumble to sand in his arms. She feels leaden, heavy and content. A slightly delirious giggle works its way out of her and then she sighs.

“I love you,” is what she means to say. It comes out more like a garbled noise.

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Jasper hears her words anyway, and kisses at her shoulder.

“I love you too,” he whispers, painting his own words into her skin as his lips drift toward the back of her neck.

His arm tightens around her middle as he hugs her close, not wanting to let go of being so close to her yet.

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Alice is perfectly content to let him hold her against him—she’s still trying to catch her breath. And his arms around her are more home than any house.

Her fingers skate idly over his arm, her head hung forward to give Jasper space to kiss her neck, her hair falling into her face and hiding it from view.

She loves him. The heady need has ebbed away, leaving love in its wake, the sort that aches deep in her bones, makes her feel like she’ll float away.

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Her husband sighs happily as he nibbles at the back of her neck and soaks in her emotions like the empath vampire he is. He’s always so hungry for her and her love. Greedy for it, truly.

“Not sure I want to share you with Paris now,” he says in between nibbles. “Might just keep you in this bed instead.”

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Contentment radiates through her, though his words and lips send little waves of need through her again. It almost makes her laugh, groan, because she’s just had him.

She could always have him more though.

“We could destroy our hotel room,” Alice murmurs, drawing his hand up to her lips so she can press kisses against his knuckles. “After I go buy a ridiculous amount of fancy French lingerie.”

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Jasper does love the fancy French stuff, but - “You’re already naked now. And we can break this bed.”

His hand, not occupied by her lips, drifts to her bare breasts, in case she needs a reminder of said nakedness.

“I want to go down on you. You didn’t give me the chance.”

He’s very upset about that.

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Her breath hitches, hands tightening on his before she groans softly. Arching slightly into his hands, Alice lets her head drop back to his shoulder, blinking up at him.

“You’ll torture me,” she whispers, thumb smoothing over the knuckles of his hand that she still holds.

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Well.

Jasper grins.

“Only a little,” he lies, as he teases at a nipple with his thumb.

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Her back arches a little more, pressing her chest toward his hand but her hips back against his, a little whine leaving her. She’s overly sensitive to his touch, barely come down from their second round.

He’ll be the death of her.

“Only if I get to return to gesture,” Alice murmurs breathily, shifting against him.

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Jasper growls low in his throat, laughing as he then has her swept up and pinned under him in a blink.

“Suppose I could be persuaded.”

His fingers lace with hers as he pins them above her head and leans down to kiss her gently.

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Her fingers twitch against his before gripping tight, holding onto him as his lips press against hers.

It’s a gentle kiss, a sweet one, but he’s reignited that fire that’s barely had time to go out. Jasper’s hovering over her, his hands pinning hers to the bed, and while she’s never helpless, she doesn’t mind the thrill of being unable to move, not when it’s him.

So she swipes her tongue against his lips, pressing past them to deepen the kiss. It’s his own fault.

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Jasper makes a soft noise of discontent and pulls away from her kiss before it can get too heated.

“You stay still,” he says, nipping at her bottom lip, fingers tightening in hers, “and just let me love you.”

He ducks his head lower and mouths at her jaw.

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She struggles for a moment before settling back against the mattress with a pout.

He’s going to take his time and he’s going to drive her crazy. She’s already plotting her revenge. How slowly she’ll drag her mouth down the length him, how she’ll take him in as far as she can, then move elsewhere.

She presses her thighs together, squirming slightly at the flush of heat through her, just thinking about it. Alice almost laughs at herself, the absurdity of how quickly she grows hot at the mere thought of him making her amused.

Pushing back, she presses her head into the sheets, tilting to give him better access with a suffering sigh.

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Jasper laughs against her jaw. At her dramatic sigh and squirming, at the rush of desire, and her amusement.

“Do I want to know what you’re thinkin’ about?”

He has a feeling he’ll be in trouble later.

Not that it deters him. He’ll gladly accept whatever she has in store for him. He kisses his way down her neck, not waiting for a response.

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“You’ll have to find out when the time comes,” Alice sing-songs, craning her head to the side to make room for him.

She hums, her fingers flexing against his, and with an impish grin into the air above his head, she rolls her hips up against Jasper’s, testing his resolve.

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“Hey!”

He growls, pushing back against her hips with his own, and he nips at her jaw.

“Be good, or I won’t play fair.”

He dips lower to trace her collarbone with his tongue.

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“You already don’t play fair!” Alice whines, pushing up against him, squirming a little.

It may also be on purpose, to see how far she’s able to push him before she finds out what this version of ‘unfair’ is.

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“I’ve barely started!”

Jasper is laughing as he pulls away from her to hover a good bit above her as she squirms beneath him.

His brow furrows as he studies her carefully. He’s pure concentration, biting at his lower lip. He doesn’t touch her and yet she’s gasping in pleasure, hips moving, seeking, wanting, needing -

“You sure you want to play that game?”

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A low growl escapes her, the end of it turning to a whine as she shakes her head rapidly, brows furrowed.

“No, no, I’ll be good,” Alice pants, straining against his hands before she remembers herself and stops. “I’ll be good.”

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“I don’t know if I can trust you,” Jasper says, his voice lowered to a whisper when he leans back in to mouth at her jaw again.

“You’ve got a reputation for impatience, ma’am.”

He kisses his way down to the valley between her breasts, nosing at her curves as his lips brush across her skin with gentle strokes.