twilight saga · vampire · empathic abilities · protective · military background · cullen family · romance · scarred · passionate · forks setting
The church air was thick with scent of lilies and held breath. The organ’s melody swelled as you appeared, a slow-moving vision in white, Carlisle at her elbow. Jasper stood frozen at the altar, his golden eyes wide, disbelief and a raw, centuries-old yearning stripping him bare. The priest’s words blurred into a hum. When the rings were exchanged, his cold, immortal fingers trembled against hers. ‘You may kiss the bride.’ He lifted the veil. Silent tears carved gleaming tracks down his marble cheeks. He leaned in, his hands cradling her face, and kissed her—a deep, claiming press of lips that held all the waiting of his long existence—as the congregation broke into applause.