Authors: Jill and Lynn
Email: gryffon@netscape.net and lvirag@netcom.ca
Rating: NC17 - take it to heart
Summary: Angel starts a game with Buffy and he isn't prepared for the consequences. They're nekkid and up to sumpthin'.
Content: Lots 'o sex! We're not kidding here! We thought about calling this one "Angel Fuckage"
Disclaimer: Angel and Buffy are not mine. Joss is a god, spiteful, but a god nonetheless. No copyright infrigement is intended. We'll put them back until we're ready to tackle part 2.
We expect lots of feedback! If we don't get it we'll hunt you down and torture you with more of the same! Flames will be used to roast marshmallows! And we are politely requesting that you let us know how many cold showers it took to get you through this one ;->
On with the show.........buckle up folks!
She was waiting for him when he came home. Well, not waiting exactly. She was laying face down on his couch, her head pillowed on her arms. He chuckled at the irony of the situation. He went looking for her earlier, and she had come here looking for him. They really needed to work on their communication skills. He shut the door and locked it behind him. He wanted no interruptions tonight.
Taking off his jacket as he walked towards her, he dropped it on the chair. He knelt down beside her and gently touched the exposed skin of her shoulder to wake her. She jerked awake when his cool hand made contact with her skin, sitting up quickly, knocking him on his butt in the process.
"Well, hello to you too," he said, grinning at her. "Have a nice nap?"
"Huh?" She rubbed her eyes and yawned, waking up by degrees.
"How long have you been here, sweetheart?" he asked gently, regaining his feet slowly.
"I went home after school to get my things and to eat. Then after my mom took off, I came straight here," she told him sleepily. "Mom's gone for the weekend. And I wanted to be with you. It worked out well. For a change. I don't have to sneak out...or in for that matter."
She stood up, stretching slowly. He took her into his arms and kissed her gently. "You wanted to be with me, huh?"
"I should be angry with you. I've been by myself here for hours. Where were you?"
"Looking for you," he stated simply. And giving her what she called his "duh" look.
"Figures," she chuckled. "Ok, I have a new appreciation of irony now."
"Well, we're both here now. So what are we going to do to amuse ourselves?" he asked silkily, giving her a slight squeeze.
"Oh, I don't know," she said in an innocent voice, batting her eyelashes at him. "I can't think of a single thing."
He laughed outright at her display, hugging her to him. "You've probably thought about this since two seconds after your mother said she was going out of town."
"Yep, I have," she said pulling his head towards her. "And you wouldn't believe how distracted I've been. All I could think about was you. I damn near pushed her out the door today to get her going." She raised up and placed a kiss on his cheek, near his ear and then whispered, "All I could think about all day was you touching me. And what I want to do to you..."
"What do you want to do to me?" he asked her in a husky voice, nuzzling her neck.
"I want to show you, not tell you. Take me to bed, lover," she breathed in his ear.
He lifted her easily off the floor, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, rubbing up against him gently. His arms slid down to support her bottom as he walked towards the bed. She pressed her breasts against his chest, trying to get closer to him, her fingers combing through his hair, rubbing his neck, making him growl lightly in his throat. She loved to hear that sound; knowing that she did that to him made her insides melt and her blood course thickly through her veins. She had been anticipating this all week, waiting, wanting. She could feel his hardness between her thighs as he walked and she felt herself grow wet with her arousal. She had a few interesting surprises in store for him. She had had time to plan for this...and Buffy with time to plan was a dangerous woman.
She kissed him softly, teasing his lips with her tongue, slipping inside and quickly retreating before he had a chance to respond. When he reached the bed, he turned and sat down on the edge, leaving her wrapped around him. She gasped softly as she felt his cock press against her through the fabric of their clothes. She rocked her hips slowly forward, rubbing her softness against him. "Guess you missed me," she said with a wicked grin. She pulled him to her, kissing him fiercely, moaning softly when his tongue slipped past her lips.
His hands eased underneath the fabric of her t-shirt, stroking the soft skin of her back and sides, and came to rest underneath her breasts. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt and started to undo them quickly, wanting to touch the cold skin beneath. Before she could pull the shirt out of his pants and push it down his shoulders, he nuzzled his head between her breasts, rubbing against her soft warmth. Taking his head in her hands, she drew him up for a soft kiss. His hands grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled up, exposing her taut stomach and her first surprise of the evening. As he drew the shirt off, his gaze fell on what had to be the sexiest bra he had ever seen. Dark blue satin covered her skin... well barely covered her.
"Like what you see?" she asked with a giggle. "When we went shopping, Willow and Cordy both said it made my tits look bigger." As she laughed, she jiggled. Angel could only stare. His mouth moved, but no words came out. "Speechlessness. Not exactly the reaction I was going for, but I'll take it as a complement," she grinned. She completely removed the shirt and tossed it behind her to the floor, the movement making her breasts bounce gently, and drawing a low groan from Angel. She wriggled on his lap, pulling his shirt out of the waistband of his pants and tugging it down his arms. His eyes never left her breasts.
"Angel, honey, this would be easier if you co-operated," she told him, laughing softly. At the sound of his name on her lips, he looked at her face. If he could have blushed, she was sure he'd be bright red. "I guess you do like it, huh," she said softly, arching an eyebrow.
"I'm surprised they sell stuff that dangerous in a store," he came back, grinning. "That's something that would induce a heart attack in a normal man."
"I knew you'd like it," she said, knowingly. "Stay with me here. The last thing I want tonight is you off in lala land. I want your full attention, buddy." She finished pulling off his shirt and tossed it to the floor off the side of the bed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her breasts against him. "Now *this* is where I've wanted to be all day," she sighed. "You feel soooo good."
"Tell me," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.
"Tell you what?" she asked, puzzled.
"Tell me what it feels like when I touch you. Tell me what you like."
"I like everything you do to me," she said shyly, turning a delightful shade of pink and trying to bury her head against his shoulder.
"Oh no you don't," he chuckled, taking her face in his hands. "You started this. You're not going to back out now."
*Oh ho, so that's how he wants to play, huh? Okay, let's play shock the 243 year old man,* she thought to herself.
The look in her eyes slowly changed from shy and embarrassed to mischievous and erotic as she realized his game. Shifting in closer, she placed a kiss on his lips. "I like it when you kiss me," she whispered against his mouth. "I like it when you push your tongue in my mouth when you kiss me." Teasing his lips with her breath, she put her words into action, slipping her tongue into his mouth to taste his own.
She continued, "I like it when you hold me close like this. I like it when you look at me like you were a few minutes ago. I like it when you touch my breasts. I love your hands on me," she breathed. "I really like it when you play with my nipples. When you suck on them...when you bite them..." She took his hands in hers and moved them over her body until they cupped her breasts through the thin material. She arched her back slightly and pushed into his hands, bringing his thumbs up to rub gently against her nipples through the satin. He could feel them harden as she whimpered slightly at the touch. He could feel the heat of her skin through her clothing, and for the millionth time wished he had warmth to give back. But she delighted in his cold touch. She loved the differences between them.
He swallowed hard. He certainly hadn't expected this reaction from her when he started this little game. But she was relentless, continuing with her breathy diatribe.
"I love the way you touch me like you can't get enough of me... the way you have to touch me everywhere. I love it when you let me touch you like I want to..." He felt her small hands smooth over his neck and shoulders, coming to rest on his chest, her fingers teasing his nipples. Smiling she bent her head to his skin and laved one with her tongue, nipping at it with her teeth. His head fell back with the sensation. "I love it when I rub up against you and you get hard...like now," she exhaled, her tongue working its way to his neck. He growled low in his throat and she felt ripples of excitement flow through her, making her even bolder.
She moaned softly as she moved against him. Relentlessly she continued, taking the game to the next level, whispering in a low throaty voice. "I love it when you play with my clit. Your fingers feel sooo good. And when you lick it...oooh, I see stars."
*Time to move in for the kill*
"And I love to feel your cock in my mouth...on my tongue...so big and hard...you taste so good..."she whispered, her hands moving down his stomach to find the button on his jeans, rubbing him through the soft denim, making his hips jerk toward her as a ragged moan was drawn from him. He felt as if he was about to burst through the zipper. "Show me," he hissed in her ear. Drawing away a little, she looked at his face and saw the challenging smirk. She smiled and pushed until he was flat on his back. Sitting up, she looked down at him through her lashes. Angel just watched her, waiting to see what she would do next.
He didn't have long to wait. Her hands caressed his chest and stomach, tracing the muscles with her fingertips. Where her hands went, her mouth soon followed, her tongue teasing his skin. She played with his nipples, watching in fascination as they hardened against her fingers. Drawing her hands down to his stomach, she felt the muscles tense and bunch under her touch. She couldn't resist - she slipped her tongue into his navel just to see his reaction. She wasn't disappointed. He drew in a sharp breath that he didn't need and tried to sit up. She pushed him back down gently. "Scoot up a little further, lover," she told him quietly. "We're too close to the edge of the bed."
As he pulled himself up toward the headboard, she slid down his legs, arranging herself between them. Her hands moved lower, down to the button of his jeans. He lifted his head to watch her. She smiled up at him as she slid the button through its hole slowly. Her hands moved down, stroking him through the fabric softly, delighting at the way he reacted, his head falling back to the bed, hips thrusting up of their own volition, pushing his hardness into her hands, and hearing him moan her name on a breath.
All of a sudden, her hands were gone. He groaned loudly in frustration and looked up again. She had moved down and had begun to remove his boots. Tossing one and then the other over her shoulder, they landed with loud thumps on the floor behind her. His socks followed in short order, her hands slipping up the leg of his jeans to touch his strong legs. As she moved back up, she deliberately brushed the insides of his thighs, making her way back up to a zipper that looked like it couldn't take much more pressure.
Sliding her hands up his thighs, she cupped the prominent bulge, scraping her fingernails down the denim, over and over, until he thought he was going to lose his mind. His hips thrust up uncontrollably, pushing his hardness into her hands.
"Buffy...please...ungh...baby...now..." he pleaded.
"Alright, lover," she said immediately. And with a wicked chuckle, she bent down and found the tab of his zipper with her tongue. Gripping it between her teeth, she pulled down slowly, teasing him even more. He mumbled incoherently as the pressure behind the zipper was released, then the mumble changed into a groan as he felt the tip of her tongue moving up the underside of his cock through his boxers. Then, with no warning, it was gone. He felt her hands tug at his pants and underwear. He lifted his hips, eagerly helping in his own seduction. Soon he lay sprawled out for her debaucheries, a willing participant in her adventure in eroticism.
Settling herself between his legs, teasing him with her fingertips, she looked down at him. *Where to start, hmmm...oooh, I know...* His cock was already rock hard, thrusting up his belly, and silently begging for attention. She slowly ran the tip of her index finger up the bottom of the hard shaft to gauge his reaction. His flesh jumped under her touch, causing her to chuckle under her breath. She decided to make him play the game of his devising. "Tell me what you want..." she said huskily. "Tell me what you like..."
His head came off the bed and he shot her an incredulous look that said volumes. She quirked an eyebrow at him, waiting for his answer, still just barely touching him with her fingertip. She decided to push him along a little. "Would you like me to hold you like this?" she asked, taking him into her hand, squeezing slightly, slowly moving it up and down the shaft, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. Suddenly she stopped the motion to ask, "Or would you like me to use my tongue?" bending down and slowly sweeping her tongue from base to tip, causing his hips to come up sharply. Again she stopped, drawing a growl of frustration from his throat. "Or would you like me to do this...?" she said, taking just the head into her mouth and swirling her tongue around and around slowly, looking up into his face. Suddenly his hands reached for her head, intending to make her continue, but she slapped his hands away, and sat up quickly, safely out of reach, giving his cock an affectionate caress. "Well, what do you want?" she said grinning wickedly at him. "You have to tell me what you want or you won't get it..."
Before the sentence was out of her mouth, she found herself flat on her back with a very naked, determined vampire in game face looming over her, trying to tug her pants off over her hips. She tried to push his hands away and he growled at her, trying to grab at her hands to keep her in place.
With Angel distracted by her squirming body, she soon took advantage, flipping him back over onto his back, straddling his waist, holding his arms down with her knees, ignoring his snarls of frustration. "No double standards, lover. You made me tell you, now you tell me...fair's fair."
Leaning down, she whispered in his ear, "Tell me what you want and I'll do it. Whatever you want...all you have to do is tell me." She slid her body down and off, until she was laying down next to him with her head on his shoulder. She slid her arm around his waist, touching and stroking, coming close, but never actually giving him what he wanted.
"Just tell me," she coaxed. "That's all. I told you what I liked, now you tell me."
Still in game face, he snarled through his teeth, "Touch me, damn it," grabbing her hand and pushing it down his stomach. "Use your hands."
She immediately complied, taking him into her hands, stroking him slowly, up and down, over and over..."Harder," he grunted out. She squeezed him harder and continued the motion. She gazed at his face all the while, watching the play of emotions, gauging his reactions by the sound of his voice as he issued directions. He was nearly incoherent, mumbling most commands in one or two words at most. Finally the order she wanted to hear came out on a groan..."mouth..."
She eagerly slid over his body, to settle between his splayed legs once more. He raised his head to look at her. She licked her lips in an unconsciously erotic display, wrenching another tortured groan from his throat, before slipping his hardness between her lips and into the warm, wet interior of her mouth. His head fell back in ecstasy as she slipped him deeper, flicking her tongue on the underside, tightening her lips as she slid slowly down his shaft. She began to suck as she started to raise her head back up, her other hand cupping his sac gently, forcing another growl from him, a sensual sound this time, as he relinquished his control and gave into the enchantment of her lips and tongue. The sound overwhelmed her awareness of him, shooting new arrows of arousal through her body. She felt her body respond in reaction to the incessant rumble coming from him, the changing pitch causing thrilling sensations to course through her body, and she felt herself grow even wetter, her body preparing to accept him.
She felt his hands come up to her head, stroking her hair, trying to tell her to stop. She lifted her eyes to his face, knowing that he wanted her to quit before he came. He always stopped her before. Looking into his eyes, she shook her head "no, not this time..." His eyes widened when she eased him from her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before whispering, "come in my mouth."
Keeping eye contact, she returned to her erotic activity, torturing him with her lips and tongue, wringing groan after groan from deep within his chest, every movement of her head bringing him closer to the edge.
She had done this to him before, but he had never let her take it this far. Any thought of making her stop fled his mind as he watched her mouth encircle his cock and slide down slowly. She wouldn't go any faster, determined to drive him insane with her unhurried movements. He felt himself getting closer and closer with every touch of her tongue, every time she went a little farther down the shaft. His hips were thrusting up involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into her mouth centimeter by centimeter. He was so big he knew that she would never be able to take it all, but that didn't stop her from trying. With a final hard thrust upwards, he came, spilling himself onto her warm tongue, chanting her name over and over, trying to hold her head still. She kept up the teasing movements of her tongue until he started to jerk and quiver against her. Releasing him, she swallowed her prize slowly, extricating herself from his hands, crawling up his body. He fell back against the bed wrapping his arms around her, as she laid on top of him.
Stretching upwards, she placed a soft kiss against his mouth, watching in fascination as his face shifted back to human slowly. When the transformation was complete, he returned the kiss, still recovering from her assault. As she looked down at him, her hands played with his silky hair, rubbing his ears and neck. He opened his eyes and looked at her triumphant smile. She quirked that eyebrow at him again, as if to say
"Well?"
He grinned up at her, already planning his revenge. She leaned down slowly, so close he could feel her breath on his neck, and whispered, "You do taste good, lover." Running the tip of her tongue along the side of his neck, she bit him hard, sending a fresh wave of lust through both of them.
His arms tightened around her, his hands sliding down to cup her buttocks, squeezing gently. "You have too many clothes on, tease..." he said, rolling her onto her back and sitting back, trying to finish what he started earlier. This time she let him tug the pants down her legs, mimicking her earlier actions by tossing them over his shoulder to land on the floor behind him. Starting at her ankles, he eased his hands up her legs and over her thighs. For the first time, he noticed the silky panties that matched her bra, little fluttery things low on her hips. As she arched into his hands, he slid his fingers under the edge of the material, grinning like a fool. "Easy access panties," he chuckled. "Who knew?"
Before she could react, his fingers were gone, moving up her body with deliberation. His cool fingers were causing goosebumps to form on her skin. When he reached his target, he traced the edge of the cups of the bra with a fingertip, noticing that her nipples were dangerously close to the boundary of the fabric. They hardened visibly under his gaze, swelling until the round tops of the areola peeked over the top. His cock gave a lurch in reaction, his mouth suddenly dry as her hands came up to cover his own, molding them to her breasts. She moaned a low demand, "Touch me." The game wasn't over.
Filling his hands with her breasts, he squeezed them gently, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples through the slippery fabric. He bent down, running his tongue over the exposed skin, and her hands moved to his head, pushing it to where she wanted him to go. Hooking a finger in the delicate material, he pulled it down, baring her tempting flesh for his ministrations. His tongue circled one hard tip before his mouth closed over her and began to softly draw on it. She arched into his mouth, sighing out her pleasure, "Mmmm, that feels so good." His fingers continued playing with the other nipple through the fabric, driving her crazy, wanting to feel his hands on her skin. Suddenly, he shifted direction, repeating his previous actions on her other nipple, latching on quickly, wanting to hear her voice her pleasure. "Ohh, yes..." she hissed. "More."
Immediately, she felt the pressure of his mouth increase as he sucked a little harder on each pull. She was whimpering in pleasure, holding his head to her. "Bite," she breathed out, "please..."
He felt his incisors sharpen and elongate in reaction, and he tried to pull away from her. But she wouldn't let him. "It's ok...feels good...bite..." she sighed, rubbing herself against his fangs. He gently closed his teeth on her, careful not to break the skin, using his tongue to soothe away any pain. "Ooooooh...mmmmmm...yeeeeessss..."she cried out, arching into his mouth writhing against him. He smiled against her skin and continued until she pulled him up to her.
She was flushed pink from her chest to her hairline, and breathing erratically. He was shocked. "You came from that?" he asked quietly. "Just that?"
"Yep," she grinned at him. "Always do," she mumbled, bringing him down for another kiss. He tried to pull away, and she slapped him on the shoulder, with a "Stop that. You always do that," she said, sounding aggravated.
"I don't want to risk hurting you," he shot back, rubbing his stinging shoulder.
"You haven't yet. I'm not afraid of you," she told him quietly. "You've bitten me before. It's ok. I trust you. Kiss me..." bringing his head back towards her. "We're not done yet."
When his lips met hers, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, rubbing it against his fangs, deliberately slicing it, pushing it deeper into his mouth. He growled as he felt what she was doing, but soon lost any annoyance as he tasted her blood in his mouth. Instantly he was hard as marble again, ready to finish the game. She felt him rise against her thigh, and chuckled "I love how you do that..."
He growled and moved over her once again, shifting downward. "Take off the bra," he mumbled, sliding lower, maintaining eye contact, licking her stomach, rubbing his still smooth face against her like a large cat. She sat up quickly sliding her arms behind her and undoing the clasp. Removing the thin straps from her shoulders, she drew it off and threw it over his back to the floor. Her movements enticed him to finish what he started, and he pushed her back down to the bed. He could smell her arousal beckoning him closer to her center. Grabbing the edge of her panties, he quickly drew them down her legs, again tossing them over his shoulder to the floor, hearing her laugh above him. Raising his head to look at her, in a mock offended tone he asked, "What's so funny? Am I amusing you?"
"No," she giggled. "You just look so cute. All teeth and frustration..."she told him as she wriggled against him.
This time he was the one to quirk the eyebrow at her. Grinning evilly, he grabbed her legs, separating them and pulling her towards him, kissing his way down her body, even rubbing his fangs laterally across her skin to tease and tickle. Echoing his earlier movements, her hands came up to guide his head to where she wanted it, suddenly serious. He reacted the same way she had, by slapping her hands away. "Tell me what you want," he whispered against her stomach, his tongue snaking out to taste her skin. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it. Whatever you want...all you have to do is tell me," he was using her own words against her. He pushed her legs further apart and planted himself between them comfortably, his hands holding her hips still as she tried to squirm closer.
"Make me come..." she moaned breathlessly. "Please..."
"Not good enough, lover...tell me how," he told her quietly. "Do you want me to use my fingers?" His large hand came up to touch her, using his fingers to part the wet folds and sliding one inside just to tease. Her hips bucked upwards trying to make him touch her more, but he pulled away. "Or do you want me to use my tongue?" giving her a sample of what she wanted, using just the tip of his tongue to open the lips slightly. Then he pulled away again. She whimpered and strained to move closer, but his arms held her in place. "You have to tell me what you want or you won't get it..."
Before he finished that statement, she grabbed his hand pushing it down between her splayed legs, gasping out "fingers...touch me..." Instantly he obeyed her command, using one hand to hold her open to him, using the other to touch the slick, swollen flesh. She tilted her hips up to give him better access, opening herself further. "Rub my clit..." she mewled, wriggling her hips. Using just the tip of his finger, he did what she asked, circling the little nub slowly, occasionally moving gently across the tip. She whimpered his name over and over, gasping in pleasure. Looking up her body, he saw her gasping for air, face flushed, nipples harder than they were before, her hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets. "Play with your tits," he ordered hoarsely. Her hands immediately followed his order, squeezing and rubbing the nipples, moaning out her pleasure.
Suddenly, she pushed her hips up again. He looked up and found her watching him intently. "Use your tongue, lover...make me come..." she commanded. Grinning, he bent his head to do her bidding. Still holding her open, he used his tongue to mimic his earlier movements, teasing, until she growled at him, grabbing his head, tilting it so he was looking into her eyes. "Don't tease it...suck it...and watch the teeth..." she demanded in a guttural voice, pulling his head to where she wanted it, and letting hers fall back to the pillows.
Using his tongue from underneath it, he drew her clit into his mouth, and sucked gently. She let out a high pitched squeal and ground herself into his face. "Oooh, right there....yessss...do it...more..." she mumbled. "Make me come..." He continued to do what she wanted, increasing the pressure steadily, pushing her towards the edge. Suddenly, her hands left his head and reached back to the headboard, gripping it tightly, giving herself some leverage to rock her hips against his mouth. With a shriek, she thrust her hips up a final time, coming in a blinding flash against his mouth. He continued his actions while she shivered and thrashed in his arms, until she released the headboard and relaxed her tense body. Her hand came down to gently push his head away from her. He released her hips, letting her sink gently back to the bed, then crawling up her collapsed body. He laid down on top of her, taking his weight on his arms.Her arms came up around his back and pulled him down to her, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Give me a minute to come down, ok?" she asked softly.
He mirrored her earlier actions. Licking his lips, he leaned down near her ear whispering "you do taste good, lover..." He gently licked the vein in her neck, but only grazed her with his fangs, not biting down. He felt her shudder in his arms, not from disgust or fear, but from excitement. The only time he ever actually bit her and drew blood was when he was inside her, making love to her. But he made no move to enter her, letting her body settle after that intense orgasm.
Soon, she began to wriggle a little in his arms. He looked down at her with an evil little toothy smirk, "Impatient are we? You know the rules..."
Drawing his head down towards her, she raised up and whispered to him, "I know the rules. If I tell you what I want, you'll do it..."
"So what do you want me to do?"
Tightening her legs around him, she pulled him closer to her. She felt his hardness pressed between them on her belly. "I want you to fuck me, now..."
"Yes ma'am..." he grinned down at her.
Sliding his body down, he used one hand to draw her thigh up a little higher around his waist. Capturing her mouth in a blatantly carnal kiss, he pushed himself deep into her body, delighting in the small gasp he caught in his mouth as he entered her tight warmth. Releasing her mouth, he leaned back a little to look at her face, flushed with desire. The hands on his back felt his muscles preparing to move, but she pressed him to her, "don't move...not yet...you feel so good inside me..."
He could feel her fingers grazing his skin, tracing the tattoo, her fingernails gently scratching down his back. His need to move within her was becoming urgent. She knew he couldn't hold off for much longer. Tightening her legs even more, she lifted her hips to press him more deeply inside her. "Ok...you can move now..."
Groaning, he began to thrust slowly, letting her make the decisions. She let him go on for a few minutes, her eyes closed, luxuriating in the feel of him inside of her, but she knew going slow was killing him. Opening her eyes, she saw him watching her, waiting for her to tell him what she wanted. "Harder..." she breathed. "Please..."
He needed no more encouragement. He began to plunge deeper and harder into her oh-so-willing body. Any plans she had for speaking coherently again flew out of her head as he took over, tilting her hips up so he could get deeper inside her heat. At every downward stroke, she moaned as he stretched her, forcing her to accept all of him. The pleasure built quickly for them both. Her hands fell away from his back to take hold of the sheets in a death grip. Wanting to see her like before, he took her arms and placed them over her head, forcing her to take hold of the headboard once more. "Don't let go," he growled. "Hold on tight."
Moving his hands down her body, he held her thighs open wider as he pushed into her. She couldn't form a coherent thought other than his name, chanting it over and over. "Make me come..." she shouted.
"No more games, baby. Hold on, don't let go...not yet..." he whispered, stroking his hand down her belly, bringing it to where she needed it most.
Stroking her with his fingers pushed her over the edge. He could feel her clench around him as she came hard, crying out in her pleasure as he continued to move within her. Disentangling her hands from the headboard, she reached up to him, pulling him down to her, baring her throat to his fangs. Licking delicately at the vein that pulsed beneath her skin, he bit down with a gentleness that belied his demonic visage. As her blood flowed into his mouth, he gave one last hard thrust, spilling himself into her, feeling her convulse around him again in ecstasy.
Collapsing on top of her, exhausted, he waited for her to come back to earth. He absently licked at the wound he inflicted in his passion, for the first time not feeling guilty about it. She accepted him for what he was; she loved both sides of his nature with no fear. She groaned and slowly turned her head towards him and smiled. "Whoa..."
"You ok?" he asked her, chuckling.
"Mmhmm," she mumbled, still not able to form a rational thought.
He rolled to the side, on to his back, bringing her with him. Wrapping his arms around her, he sighed in contentment. Her arm came up to wrap around his waist and she slipped her leg between his as she got comfortable. He pulled the blanket over them and listened to her drift to sleep in a blissful stated of fatigue.
His last thought before he succumbed himself was "I think I like the games we play..."
End of Part One.
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