The world was nothing but an endless, churning void of obsidian. Daniela lay suspended in it, the black clouds pressing against her bare skin like warm silk. There was no sky, no horizon—only the shadows. Jasper's shadows swirled around her in a protective, suffocating dance, yet they felt different. Quieter. The normal hum of power was missing its edge. Usually, her skin chilled when his shadows touched her, but this was a strange, unsettling warmth.
Jasper leaned over her. The movement was slow, deliberate. He reached down, his fingers brushing a stray lock of green hair away from her cheek as he smiled. It wasn't the sharp, guarded smirk she knew. It was light. It was almost boyish. His teeth were on full display.
Daniela froze. The air in her lungs felt like lead. This isn't him, her mind screamed. The Jasper she knew carried the weight of the world in the set of his jaw; he didn't possess this effortless radiance. Every instinct signaled a warning, a heavy shroud of suspicion settling over her chest.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured. His black eyes seemed to light with a radiance as his dark orbs searched hers. She didn't understand the look on his face; she couldn't place it. His voice sounded like Jasper's, but the cadence was wrong—too soft, too easy.
Despite the alarm bells, her body betrayed her. A traitorous heat bloomed beneath her skin, a flush creeping up her neck to stain her cheeks. He leaned in closer, his face eclipsing the dark clouds. When his lips pressed against hers, the kiss was a soft, tempting ghost of a feeling. It tasted like him. It felt like him. But the thought remained anchored in her mind: Jasper is not soft. Jasper is not gentle.
"so tense!" He sighed, his lips kissing down the delicate line of her throat.
Daniela clamped her lips together to keep down any traitorous sound. This wasn't him. Jasper would never be this tender. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly to meet his chest while his other hand trailed up her stomach. His large palm massaged her breasts as he sucked on the skin of her neck, his administration weakening her resolve.
Everything was a betrayal, but she couldn't help it. She knew it wasn't Jasper, but it felt like him. Not his words, not his aura, but his touch. "I want to hear you moan, princess!" His hand pinched her perky nipples.
Her stomach hollowed as her pussy clenched with need. Her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure began to build. She was wet and breathless. His nose trailed up her throat sensually as he breathed in deeply. "He smells so good," he groaned deep and low in his throat.
Her fingers trembled as they lowered between the apex of her thighs, pressing against her swollen bud as she rubbed slow circles. The throaty chuckle that left his lips made her eyes pop open. That sound! It was Jasper. The feralness of it.
"Greedy little bitch!" he smirked.
The soft touch turned rough in an instant. His palms gripped her hips as his shadows did the work for him. Smoke tendrils wrapped around her arms and legs, hoisting her up in the air and spreading her open for his feasting eyes.
"No, you don't want me to be gentle. You want my demon." His eyes turned pitch black, his teeth turning into jagged canines.
His clawed fingers traced lines down her breast, leaving trails of blood behind. His large palm cupped her dripping cunt, gritting his teeth as he felt her juices on his digits. "Mm. Always ready to be fucked," he growled. Releasing his grip, his palm came down hard, slapping her pussy lips. She cried out in pain. He slapped her again and again, the sound of skin on skin permeating around them.
"Oh god," he moaned.
Jasper leaned in, his lips hovering above hers before he bit down hard, his canines ripping through the skin of her lip. "All fucking mine."
Daniela screamed, but she couldn't help the rush of heat flowing through her body. Releasing her lips, Jasper gripped her thighs, forcing them to wrap around his waist as he pressed his cock against her entrance. The tip of his shaft glided through her juices, wetting the head.
"Jasper, don'—"
Thrusting his hips, he plunged into her depths. He felt her pussy tightening around his cock, choking him relentlessly. His eyes rolled back and his head lulled to the side as pure ecstasy took over his body. With untamed ferocity, he thrust forward, his cock buried deep. Thrust after thrust, he pounded relentlessly, their skin slapping as his balls swung with each pump. His sharpened nails gripped her waist relentlessly.
In the middle of the carnage, Jasper's hand shot up, his fingers tangling brutally in her green hair. He yanked her head back, exposing the column of her throat, and sank his teeth into her skin.
"This is how you like me?" he growled against her pulse, his cock ramming into her again and again, stretching her to the breaking point.
"Yes!" Daniela screamed, the word torn from her throat in a burst of pure ecstasy.
Her nails dug into his back, carving furrows into his skin as she fought to press their bodies even closer. This was the Jasper she trusted. The gentle version was a fraud, a lie she couldn't wrap her soul around. She would never trust anything delicate or soft; nothing in her life was meant to be handled with care. She liked him like this—broken, feral, and violent. She liked the monster.
As the pleasure peaked into a blinding, agonizing roar, the obsidian world shattered.
Daniela's eyes snapped open. She sat up her heart hammering against her ribs, the phantom sensation of his teeth still burning against her neck.
Author's note:
Hell of a dream! I do like the way Daniela and Jasper's relationship is unfolding.