Chapter 22
Something tickled her face, like a downy feather caressing her cheek. A warm sensation spread over Savannah’s body similar to the pins and needles of an arm or leg having fallen asleep, but it was all over her body. Damn, if only her eyelids would cooperate and open.
A soft murmur reached her ears. A rich, velvety deep masculine voice, but she couldn’t make out the words. It sang to her soul, luring her from the abyss to which she had surrendered. The pitch black lightened to a muted slate gray then burst forth with a crimson hue zig-zagged with darker red lines.
“That’s it, love. Come back to me. Return to me.”
Her body shot up off the spongy ground at the same moment her eyelids flew open.
Big, beautiful glacial-blue eyes greeted her awakening. Jasper!
“Whoa! Hold on there. Take it easy.” Strong arms wrapped around her waist, lowering her back to the ground. “Rome wasn’t conquered in a day so I imagine you can take a few minutes to recuperate.” His throaty chuckle covered her, filling her heart with joy. He wasn’t dead!
How was he not dead? Unless… She was dead, too, and this was Heaven.
Savannah reached up to grasp his rugged, square jaw and peer into his eyes. Yes, this could very well be Heaven.
There were so many questions she wanted to ask, but instead she pulled his face down to hers. Unblinking, her love pouring out from her soul to him, she pressed her lips to his with a moan of pure delight. He answered with his own guttural growl then enfolded her into his arms. Crushed against his solid chest, she savored everywhere their bodies touched.
The kiss deepened, awakening every fiber of her body, heart, and soul. A fire kindled in her core. A fire that pulsated with the primal need to be filled… to be claimed by him and to lay claim to him as her own. Whether they were both dead or alive no longer mattered. They were together.
Powerful hands pressed her closer, so close their hearts thundered as one. Her hands slid over the muscular contours of his chest, then fell lower to trace imaginary curlicue shapes over his eight-pack abs. His responding groan was a potent aphrodisiac, eliciting a welling of heat from her already slick center. She needed him now like she had never needed anyone or anything. She needed his cock filling her, rocking her until the world split apart.
Determined, Savannah’s hands ripped the shirt from his torso like it was a thin couple of threads poorly woven together. Then she yanked at his belt buckle and made quick work of the obtrusive buttons on his jeans. Shoving the offensive material down, Jasper’s arms untwined from around her to assist.
He cupped her face in his hands and pulled back. His eyes asked an unspoken question… Are you sure? Are you truly okay?
Without answering, she rose up on her knees to dispose of her own clothing. Moments later, she shoved him down and straddled his waist, his large cock dripping with moisture. Although her core craved to be filled by him, the temptation was too great. She scooted down until she could lean over his throbbing manhood. With a single flick of her tongue, she captured the wetness beaded at the tip. Oh, he tasted better than smooth bourbon and dark chocolate-covered cherries—her favorite sinful delight.
His answering moan empowered her to new arousal heights. She wanted to prolong their pleasure for eternity, but the fire growing in her own core obliterated any such thoughts. If this were Heaven, surely, they’d have time for long, sweet, tempt-and-torture love making later. Now, the only conscious thought swirling in Savannah’s head demanded he pump his seed into her.
Scrambling up, she hovered above his waiting cock, dipping down just enough for him to press against her sopping wet entrance. Jasper’s hands came up to grasp her hips. His eyes blazed with passion and begged for his own release.
With a smile, Savannah slid down slowly, all the way down until he filled her completely. She shuddered and used every ounce of control to not explode in her release right then and there.
One hand abandoned her hip, leaving it cold and neglected, but traveled up to cup one of her breasts, flicking his callused thumb over the rosy, beaded peak. A whimper escaped her lips. Still, she willed her body not to give in to utter abandon just yet.
Jasper didn’t move underneath her. His eyes, however, betrayed the agony and pleasure warring within him. She knew if he had his way, he’d rock up into her with all his strength and they’d both topple over the top into sweet oblivion. He’d fuck her until they both passed out from exhaustion, but he seemed to sense she needed this lingering moment to just be joined together.
Savannah raised up, slowly. The feel of his cock as she eased it until he was at the point of being free of her tightened her inner walls—so dangerously close to losing the will to draw out the pleasure and pain. She smiled down at him as his tip traced a circle around her swollen clit. Her head fell back with the sheer teasing indulgence.
Jasper’s hand returned to her hip. She already knew what he’d do and rejoiced with the knowledge. With one swift move, his hips bucked up while he yanked her down with no mercy. A scream of utter abandonment escaped both their lips. Her core quaked, shattered, and then resumed pulsing while he continued to ram upward, filling her until lights danced before her eyes. Moments later, Jasper roared his release.
She fell over on top of Jasper’s chest. Their breaths were ragged, and their hearts thumped as loudly as a rock concert.
As they lay there, his hand caressed her long blonde hair. “Je t”aime, mon coeur.”
Limply, she pushed up to gaze at him. “English, please.”
A drool-worthy smile crept up his face. “I love you, my heart.”
The words edged to the cusp of her tongue but stopped. Instead, she followed the Pied Piper of lust and allowed the blossoming sensations rebuilding in her core to rule her body.
While he was still inside her, Savannah tightened her inner muscles around him. She was rewarded when his cock sprung to new life. More slowly this time, she glided up and down his hardened cock. Every torturous inch revealed new carnal sensations that grew exponentially, but this time, she would outlast her own need and draw out every ounce of pleasure to its deepest, most primal ending. He allowed her full control—only watching her move, passion flaring in his eyes, and occasionally tweaking her nipples to elicit another moan from her.
She leaned over him, her hair framing their faces in a beautiful canopy. The change in position had her core already spasming, but she still wasn’t ready for release. Her hips rocked forward until his tip hovered at her entrance, then she rocked backward with her ass up in the air, only to fall back, straddling him—and with him fully encased by her womanhood.
Jasper groaned, his hands flying up to grab her hips, to pump into her until they both crashed over the edge, but she knocked them away.
“No, my love. Not yet. I have plans for you.” With a wicked wink, she gyrated her hips so her wet folds skimmed over his throbbing cock, teasing him mercilessly.
Her speed quickened. Savannah knew that despite all her willpower to make this last forever, she was seconds away from the edge. As if guessing this, Jasper thrust his hips up fierce and fast to meet her pace. She bucked against him harder than a bronco with an expert rider, screaming his name over and over, until her voice died away and she collapsed on his chest.
“Don’t worry, my love. I’m not done with you yet.”
Was that a threat or a promise?
***
Well, Jasper certainly lived up to his promise. There was no true day or night where they were, so Savannah couldn’t tell how long they lay there, intwined in each other’s arms. She lost count of the number of times they made love—sometimes sweet, sometimes frenzied, but all times satisfying and earth-shattering. They’d taken each other to unseen heights of passion repeatedly. And still, neither tired of each other’s bodies.
It truly was Heaven.
Picking up her weary head from where it lay snuggled in the crook of his shoulder, Savannah peered around for the first time. They were still in whatever realm Manea had brought her to in order to regenerate fully. Thankfully, there was no sign of the maniacal goddess or the other whack job god. But just over ten yards away, on the edge of a bed of spongy bluish green grass lay Billy’s body with a huge hole right through his torso. In her anger and need for vengeance, she had done that. The teenage cowboy-wannabe hadn’t deserved her wrath but somehow remorse was missing. Where she should be filled with hollow regret, was only a cold numbness.
Jasper’s hand grasped her chin, guiding her to look back at him. “Don’t feel bad about that kid. I know, being human, it’s hard to acknowledge collateral damage without mourning and grief, but sometimes you have to accept that cold, hard truth and move on. Otherwise, you risk drowning in your own loathing and despair. Don’t do that to yourself. It took me decades to learn how to compartmentalize the losses with the wins, but it’s the only way you can step forward… the only way to continue truly living.”
His words were sincere. Being a guardian angel, Jasper had seen his fair share of collateral damage. Numbness was how she was coping with the young man’s death. Or so she told herself. Yet somehow, Savannah didn’t believe it. She truly felt nothing for Billy, nor his untimely demise. Still, she chose not to admit that out loud.
With a huge sigh, she leaned over to kiss Jasper chastely on the lips to keep either or both of them from taking things to the extreme… Again. “Why don’t we blow this popsicle stand and go home? I think we could both use a shower and maybe”—she grinned wickedly—“a comfy bed.”
“Your wish is my command, mon coeur.”