Jasper's arm swept around my waist, lifting me as he rose to his feet. His other hand swept across the dining table with violent disregard, sending everything crashing to the floor in a symphony of shattered porcelain.
Ignoring the wreckage, he laid me upon the table and pinned me beneath him with fevered kisses that bordered on madness.
His hands found their way beneath my dress, gathering the fabric upward until it pooled above my breasts, his palm claiming one with possessive reverence.
"Jasper…"
I breathed against his lips, catching his lower lip between my teeth, showing him that I too was caught up in this moment, despite my stomach churning with unease.
"Do you want me to stop?"
His breath, heavy with wine and desire, filled my mouth as he whispered in that husky, roughened voice.
"I might… ruin you completely."
I nearly laughed at the bitter irony. I was already ruined, what more destruction could he possibly bring?
