TITLE: Luce dell'amore (Light of Love)

SERIES: Serendipity: Book One (Destiny) - Part Three - Intimate Interludes #2

AUTHOR: Zo

URL: http://ravenous.warriorsandlovers.com

POSTED: May 6, 2008

PAIRING: Buffy & Angel

RATING: NC-17/MA

TIMELINE: This takes place during Part Three of Book One-Destiny (Serendipity Series), right after Angel overhears Buffy tell Connor that Dracula bit her. He sends Connor back to his house to collect a bag for him, leaving Buffy and Angel alone in the bedroom.

AUTHORS

NOTE: While I still do plan on writing drabbles for this series, which will center on Buffy and Angel and what they were doing and thinking during Connor’s telling of the story, I thought that I would also include companion PWP’s as well. Actually this came to me because I needed a break from writing something else (PWP’s are my get out of writer’s block mode *G* exercise) and out of nowhere I envisioned one of the sex scenes that Destiny did not give us. While this is the first companion PWP to this series, with regard to the timeline in the story, this is not the first sex scene for our lovers. The first would take place in Part Two right after Buffy tells Angel that he can’t lose his soul, that companion PWP will be written next.

Okay, enough babbling, here it is.

Feedback of all kinds is always deeply appreciated and welcomed!

Enjoy!

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“Did you sleep with him too?”

Buffy held back the smile she felt hearing his whiney question, he sounded like a disgruntled little boy. Did she sleep with Dracula? No, she didn’t. Did she come close…hell yes! Would she tell him that? Ah…no.

Standing up she walked over to him. Her eyes soaked in every feature on his handsome face, and then slowly scrutinized the entire length of his body – leisurely and deliberately - licking her lips as she did. A wave of heat coursed through her. He was still the sexiest, most attractive, most alluring man or demon she had ever come across in her life. Though he did not age, she could tell that the last few years hadn’t been easy for him. His angelic features were harder and more lifeless, undeniably less angelic now then they use to be, but for Buffy he only looked more dangerous and even more wickedly striking then before – more yummy. She took another indulgent gaze across his wide chest and down his strong thighs, her mouth watering as she did. God even his body that had at one time been an enticingly lean muscled physique was now broader and all brawn. The power and strength that she felt all around him was a rousing provocative vibe that licked her senses and awoke her passions. She wanted him – needed him – so badly that she would do anything to have him.

Like a siren she approached him. Her hands rested on a set of curvy hips that sensually swayed back and forth as she slowly glided up to him. Her tongue slipped out and licked her full bottom lip and her green eyes that were sensually smoky with passion scorched a blaze of heat down his body as she took her time scrupulously checking him out. Lust slammed inside of him so hard and with such blinding speed that he felt his knees buckle.

Sinfully she stood before him with her hands on his chest. With an erotic slowness that turned his lust to a frenzied fever, she swept those delicate yet strong hands up his shoulder and neck then slid them to the back of his head where her fingers plied the fine hair at the base with wicked delight. Her licentious attention was purposeful and direct and meant to drive him to distraction, which it would if his jealousy wasn’t as primitively aroused as his lust.

She sighed dramatically, sounding completely bored with his question. “No, Angel I didn’t sleep with Dracula.”

He studied her and she could tell that he was trying to decide whether or not to believe her. She started to walk forward, pushing him backwards until the back of his legs hit the chair. With her hand on his chest she gave a gentle shove until he sat down. Using his shoulders as leverage she straddled his waist and then sat down on his crotch, snuggling down against him until she felt the semi-hard flesh underneath her twitch. She smiled as she once more slipped her hands up his neck and through his hair.

“You don’t believe me?” She asked in a voice as sweet as honey.

He turned away from her and looked out the window, a frown on his face, a deep short grunt his only answer. Buffy sighed again; he was the most stubborn demon or man she had ever known, not to mention he had a green-eyed monster in him who was as narcissistic as his demon.

She reached out and cupped his cheek. Drawing his gaze back to hers, she gifted him with a small tender smile.

“Angel, there are a lot of things between us that we need to talk about and come to terms with but right now the best thing we can do for us is to learn to trust each other again.” Leaning in she kissed the tip of his nose. “If we have anything else between us besides love at least let it be that.”

His brown orbs softened, his fingers brushed along her cheek. Drawing her closer, he kissed her lightly on the lips then pulled away. There was no return smile of affection on his beautiful face it was just grim.

“Buffy, I’m not the same person anymore, trust…doesn’t come easily to me this days. I want nothing more than to have what we used to share before…well, before I screwed everything up, but I…I just don’t know if I can do that.” He tried to look away but she wouldn’t let him.

“Angel, do you think I don’t see the differences in you, that I don’t feel them? I do. I could always feel you baby, that has never changed. I know exactly who and what you are, and yes maybe you’ve lost hope and faith, maybe Angelus has more control over you now than he ever did before but he’s not the one in control Angel, you are. “

He turned away from her because he couldn’t look into her eyes anymore. They were too soft, too full of love and hope, devotion and loyalty to him…to them. Things he had forsaken a long time ago, emotions that he had not allowed himself to feel because it was too painful to bear their nonexistence. Now she was here warmly nestled against him, gifting him with her life and energy – her love – and he was still nothing more than a monster, even more so than he was before, and she deserved so much more than him. Especially now.

He was up to his eyeballs in evil, an evil that would stop at nothing until he was laid low. It just wasn’t right that he was here involving her, involving anyone in the crap that his life had become. Now on top of that burden he had to bear, she wanted trust which of course included honesty because those two were like peanut better and jelly, you couldn’t have one without the other. But for him trust and integrity was a lump of ambiguity that was stuck in his throat choking him. Oh, he could be honest with himself that was no problem at all. Like he knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to leave again - leave her, leave their baby – and he could honestly guarantee what the consequences of that would be - her hating him. He could also be sincerely frank by saying that when that transpired the trust she could talk so easily about now would fly right out the window.

So what was the truth? The honest to God truth was that Buffy was too blinded by hope and too ensnared by her emotions to think clearly and see things for what they really were. Sure right now everything felt great, they were here together without the fear that being together had so often elicited, but she wasn’t really here. She was in a dream world, a world where all their most cherished dreams came true – a world that he could not let himself be a part of. Someone had to be sensible around here. With Buffy in la-la-Loveland and Connor still too enthralled with his new immortal status to see that he was knee deep in the shit zone and that it was only going to get worse, it was up to him – the head of the family - to keep the reason flowing, no matter how much they would both end up hating him.

Besides all that, there was the fact that he was just not what he used to be. He didn’t need Connor tell him that, though the boy had been dead on accurate. He knew his soul was tainted after all he was the one that made it so. Yet Buffy in all of her adoring confidence thought she knew him, but did she really? Did she really understand the extent of his emotions, the one’s that were bubbling with jealousy and rage, emotions that wanted to punish and hurt? Did she understand those? No, she didn’t…but she should.

He looked back at her, his eyes hard as he gazed into hers. “You sure about that?”

“Yes.”

He snorted, “If you knew what I was thinking right now you wouldn’t be.”

“Yeah, so tell me…what are you thinking?”

He looked at her deeply, searching her face for any sign of deceit, some sort of flicker of acknowledgment in those bright green eyes that looked back at him so damn trustingly.

“I’m thinking that you’re lying. That you don’t want to tell me the truth because you know how I’ll react, so instead you go with the ‘what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him’ route.”

There was no flinch, no slight blush of truth on her face she just looked back at him stonily with that same damn look of utter faithfulness. He turned away again. He couldn’t do this. She was asking him for something he didn’t know if he could give.

Watching him turn away broke her heart but she knew this wasn’t going to be easy. He thought she didn’t understand but she understood everything.

She knew the moment he had come back to the house. She had been so excited that he was actually there that she jumped out of bed, thrown on her robe and ran down the stairs to see him. But the moment her feet touched he steps she was hit with violent cramps and with every slow and bewildered step she took her evilly vamp senses grew stronger. When she reached the hallway to the kitchen she stood outside the door with her back up against the wall, her hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes, as she realized that she was getting those vibes from him.

His beautiful soul that had always felt like a beacon of openness and love now felt hollow and bleak. Restlessness, anger, and despondency were the emotions he now wore candidly. The evil that lived inside of him was never more conspicuous as now and there was no doubt that if provoked that evil would take control so fast that you wouldn’t know what hit you. She had never felt such sinister menace and unstableness in him – ever, and that left her feeling more frightened than anything. It also made her that much more determined.

He’d lost so much in the big battle. He had sacrificed so much for everyone else and gotten nothing in return, and that she understood unlike anything else. That was her truth as much as it was his, and until Connor came here, she had been just like him. But he was here now, even though he thought he shouldn’t be. She was touching him. She could feel him everywhere around her and what she felt was the soul reaching out for what it knew he needed…love and hope.

Her love needed something to fight for. He’d lost that and she was going to make sure that he got it back because she was not going to lose him again.

His body tensed as he tried to get up, “Just forget it Buffy, I can’t do this.”

She held her ground, squeezing his legs and pushing down against him. “No. You’re not running away from me Angel,” her determined little hand pushed him back against the chair. “Listen, I know that right now it’s hard for you to trust me but I’m going to make you see that you can. “

He was looking out the window once more the frown on his face was heavy with doubt, his mouth a thin line of stubbornness, and she wondered how much of the conversation he had heard.

“Did you hear what I told Connor?” She asked quietly and slowly but the reaction she felt was instantaneous – anger – resentment, it was all bubbling underneath her violently.

He didn’t speak he just nodded his head, his brown troubled eyes still gazing out the window like he couldn’t look at her. She swallowed back the sob that would have fallen from her lips but she couldn’t stop her voice from hitching as she spoke. “Do you hate me so much that you can’t even look at me anymore?”

“I don’t…hate you,” he answered stiffly, still refusing to look at her.

“Then what is it Angel eh? Tell me? Talk to me?” She pleaded with him, desperately trying to draw him out of the blackened shadows he’d been living in. “Do you think I wanted it? Is that it? Do you think I asked for it?”

His deep gaze finally turned back to her, spearing her with his thoughts – he blamed her. “I think that a vampire slayer could have stopped a vamp from biting her, if she wanted too.”

He turned away once more but Buffy grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her again as she stayed on the bandwagon of truth, even if it got her bitched slapped across the room. “You’re right, I could have stopped it and I didn’t.” His eyes flared with fury and he yanked his chin out of her grasp as he peered out the window again. “But I did not seek it out. I did not want it…it just happened.”

His gaze swung back to hers so swiftly, so hard that she flinched from the violence that was staring back at her. His heavy hand furiously gripped her hair as he yanked her head closer to his. She gasped but kept silent as malevolence snarled in her face.

“BULLSHIT! You and I both know that if you wanted to you could have stopped him and by your own admission you didn’t. So don’t fucking talk to me about trust and then fucking lie to my face!” He sneered.

Just like that, the soul was pushed aside and she was left facing a very irate and unstable demon. She knew that would be the case yet seeing the lightning fast change was still a bit disturbing. She swallowed as she suddenly got a case of nerves that violently rolled and pitched her stomach around like a roller coaster, but she held his gaze – she did not waver from those burning yellow eyes. She would not show fear. She’d been a slayer long enough and knew Angelus well enough to know that her position in this conversation had just changed from aggressor to subservient.

Angel knew he was right, he could read it in her eyes and in the nervous energy of her body. “I know you wanted it, say it…TELL ME!”

Tears sprang to her eyes as she thought back to the time in her life. “I…thought I did. I was so restless back then Angel. I felt a darkness inside of me and I…I wanted it. I wanted to explore it. He…he seemed to understand what I was going through. He seemed to…care about me, and I was lonely…I…”

“Jesus you’re not going to blame this on me too are you?”

Her own anger got riled with his words and she reached up and grabbed his wrist trying to pull him off of her but it was useless. “NO Angel I’m not blaming you! But damn it, I missed you! I missed what we had.”

“And you thought that he could give it to you?”

“YES!” She shouted at him.

His fist tightened in her locks, pulling on her scalp. “Did he? Did he give you what you needed Buffy?” He quietly – dangerously - asked.

The sharp pain in her scalp only allowed her a small ‘no’ after the hiss that left her lips.

Growling with pure vehemence he yanked her head to the left and then bent down into her neck and over his mark, he blew on it then arrogantly smirked when he felt her instantaneous shiver. “That’s because he can’t Buff.”

Buffy was momentarily dazed by the immediate arousal that slammed into her the second his breath touched the mark. The body beneath hers was strung taut with fury, his cock was hard with violent jealous lust thumping wildly underneath her, and the hand on her waist dug into her skin with an unrelenting grip. Never before – not even with him – had she felt such burning uncontrollable need. It was…rapturously blissful, it’s savageness almost painful, and she loved every fucking minute of it - craved it. This was what she had been missing all these years, this need that was so strong and so insistent that she felt like she would die if she didn’t get it. Her hands gripped his arms, hers fingers flexed into his muscles as bolts of sexual heat shot through her without mercy, without any warnings or restrictions.

Angel sniffed then growled, sniffed again and snarled louder – the sweet arousal that seeped out of his mark and saturated his nostrils sparked his primal duty to appease his mate’s lust. The demanding need that he could not ignore also made him realize that he had been yelling at her for something she had no control over.

He marked her, gave her body the knowledge that it belonged to him, that he was the only one that could give it the ultimate gratification, and then he left her – high and dry – without a word. They never talked about what happened. He never explained to her the true meaning of a vampire’s kiss. As time went by and he wasn’t there, her body had sought another means to get what it needed. How could he fault her for that? He couldn’t but he still could not repress his anger with the situation although now it was more or less directed at himself and not her. Still, he had to know.

“Did you…like it?” He asked gratingly.

Unable to stop the voracious lust that held her captive in its binding spell of need, Buffy shook her head as she pushed down against his crotch. Feeling every hard ripple of him under their clothes drew a low steady moan from her throat. Slowly she began to rotate her hips as she held his gaze. She was rewarded by the heat that entered his eyes and by the thump of her tormentor jumping to life, steadily growing beneath her and pushing against her aching core. Her breath hitched.

“No. It hurt…it felt…wrong.”

Her hips were still moving, wiggling against him making him mad with lust as her words soothed the demon’s anger.

“It wasn’t you Angel. He couldn’t make me feel what you did.” She huskily admitted.

“And how was that?” He lifted his hips just a bit, pressing against her as she pressed down against him.

She moaned, it was low and raspy – pure sex - and his eyes darkened further as she gave him her answer.

“Complete.”

Her eyes closed as she rotated against the hardness beneath her. God, she just wanted to be naked, touching him skin to skin, heat to heat. The thought made her drunk with desire. Her passion eclipsed anything else and the need to feed it became unbearable.

She reached down and took his hand in hers then placed it over her left breast.

“When you drank from me it felt like I was becoming yours, like I was a part of you. God Angel, it was so…wonderful, so good.”

With her hand on his they kneaded her breast together, her hips rolled faster against his straining cock, her voice was hoarse and broken…carnality seeped out of every pore of her body and sent shock waves into his. She was so zealously needy for him that he could feel the demon’s chest puffing with smugness. The rage was still there but it was muted by the heady knowledge that right now she was at his mercy.

“Because you did Buffy, it’s called a Vampire’s Kiss. It means you’re mine that you are inside of me,” he roughly whispered.

Releasing her head, he gentled his touch and trailed his finger down her neck and to his mark. Softly he touched it, circling it with the tip of his fingernail. Buffy’s response was immediate and beautifully uncontrived. The moan that came off of her supple lips was erotically beseeching; her hand on top of his squeezed harder as she thrust her breast out further into his palm. Watching her reactions, smelling her arousal, feeling her body’s emergent need was something he had only been able to dream about before. It had always been incredibly arousing but the reality of having her right where she was and experiencing her passion for real made him feel invincible…powerful…like a God. It also made him realize what an idiot he’d been.

“I never should’ve done it.” He quietly said, his eyes transfixed on the faded mark

The subdued words and self reproachful tone hit her like a hard fist. Buffy pulled back and looked at him, her smoky passion filled eyes were wide and her heart stumbled over the lance of pain that speared it with his words.

“How can you say that?”

“Because Buffy you were human. You were seventeen for God’s sake. I had no business tying you to me like that. It was wrong.”

His eyes were full of guilt and it totally pissed her off. She frantically shook her head back and forth. “No you weren’t thinking clearly Angel, you were sick. I was the one that made you drink.”

He shook his own head sadly, “No I knew what I was doing Buffy. Angelus knew.” Seeing the sadness in her eyes made him angry and he sat back against the chair, his eyes closing as he tried to collect his thoughts. “It wasn’t right. I bound you to me and then I left you. That was…cruel. I knew I was going to leave even before it happened and I still did it. It wasn’t fair to you, I’m sorry. It was a mistake.”

His eyes were still closed as he wallowed away in full blown brood mode so he didn’t see the small little palm that was heading his way, but he felt it’s hard pissed off sting to his left cheek when it landed. His eyes snapped open and stared back at her fierce face in complete bewilderment.

“Don’t you dare sit there and tell me you’re sorry you bastard! Don’t apologize for giving me something that I have ALWAYS cherished more than anything else in this God damn world! Just because you are unhappy with the results does not make it a mistake.” Her hand thumped him hard on the chest and her head infuriatingly shook back and forth as she continued to rant at him. “Damn it Angel, that was the most beautiful experience I ever had in my life and you’re turning it around and making it sound twisted! I can’t believe…”

Angel was blown away by her reaction. Obviously she did not feel the way he felt about it. She was ranting on and on about what an idiot he was, how his words now hurt her more than anything else he had ever done, all the while her face was growing red with her anger and her hand was pounding him in the chest. He smiled. He always thought that she resented the fact that he marked her but apparently not, and that truth was one that he really needed to hear.

He grabbed her hands with one hand as his other cupped her cheek. He leaned up and kissed her yapping mouth solidly on the lips. He took her by surprise and she gasped then she moaned low in her throat as his tongue caressed hers. After a few succulent moments he pulled back leaving her breathless.

“Buffy…” He whispered her name in reverence. “You have no idea how much hearing you say that means to me.” He smiled then he kissed her again and this time it was passionate and hot. His mouth covered hers with absolution and love.

When he pulled back his eyes were once more dark with unfathomable desire, wickedly promising and stout with conviction. His hand – now sure with confident strokes - caressed her belly then slid to her back. His fingers skimmed her spine up and down then settled in the center as he drew her further against him.

Moving her own hand to the back of his head Buffy groaned from the buttons on his shirt that skimmed over her distended nipples, sending tremors down her spine, the sultry sounds she made only deepened with want as she felt his cool rough tongue lick the mark, circling it ever so gently. It was the barest of touches but for Buffy it carried more weight then being hit by one pissed off troll, which she could attest too personally. Her left hand flexed against his scalp as her right hand caressed his silk covered back as she showed her appreciation with more husky words of pleasure.

“God Angel, that feels so good…so…right…”

Angel grunted, his fingers flexing into her back, he nipped at the mark and she shivered, then he flattened his tongue and pressed against it, her body rumbled against his and his cock swelled, painfully and impatiently pressing against his pants. On a ragged breath he leaned up and pulled her earlobe into his mouth sucking on it with gentle pulls of his lips and creating the most delicious shivers in Buffy who just melted against him like butter.

“Do you know how much that day haunted me Buffy? Do you know how hard it was to be around you after that? I would look at you and all I wanted was to taste you again.” He raggedly whispered in her ear right before he thrust his tongue inside and swirled it around, his hot breath blowing at the same time.

Buffy couldn’t take it she was a muddle of frenzied sexually induced nerves that were making her crazy. She gripped his hair and pulled his head back so she could look at him and when she did, the desire that Angel saw in those orbs made his balls tighten and when she spoke, her voice was so sexy, so damn harried with hunger, that he almost spilled his load right then.

“Taste me Angel…please…taste me again…I want you so badly…I need it…”

He breathed in and the sweet smell of her arousal filled his nostrils and shook him to his core. God, she was so ready for him, it would be so easy to slip inside of her right now – well if they were naked at least, which would get rectified any minute now - but he had the perverse need to prolong it…stretch out the craving. Make her so hot, so wet that when he finally did sink inside of her it would be like rolling his dick in a vat of honey.

“Jesus Buffy, do you have any idea how much I love to hear you say that? How achingly hard it gets me to know that you liked it?”

Buffy purred, her entire body was pulsating and throbbing with need, every part of her was rotating, pressing, and gyrating against his. She couldn’t believe he was here. For so long she’d wanted this…needed it to so badly, she couldn’t stop touching him, couldn’t stop feeling him as much and as deep as she could. “Like it? Angel I need it…so badly…please…take me Angel…make me yours again!”

The begging words and the sensual raspy voice that spoke them would have been an instant erection for Angel if he hadn’t already been stiff as a board. “Buffy…”

Her name off his lips was poetry to Buffy. She was on fire, ready to explode. The feeling of his stiff, cloth-covered cock teasing her aching core was torture and the memories of that day and the mind blowing pleasure she felt only titillated her further.

She was burning…scorched by cravings and unimaginable needs that were as dark and delicious as her most fevered fantasy.

Crazed with yearning she leaned away from him, her hands shook with madcap urgency as she reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, dropping it behind the chair. Cool air hit her hot aching breasts and she gasped as tiny goosebumps grew on her arms only to quickly disappear as the breath of her lover blew on her flesh.

“Buffy…so beautiful…”

Angel exhaled, it was slow and unstable, his dark eyes feasted on the fleshy mounds she revealed to him and the rigid nipples that sat atop them. His mouth watered and he didn’t even bother denying himself the pleasure of taking them. With his hands on her back he tugged her closer to him and then took one nipple with his lips sucking on it gently at first then pulling it deep into his mouth, nipping and then licking it.

Buffy gasped, her hands threaded through his hair holding him against her, her little body restlessly moving against his aching shaft.

“Angel, I can’t believe you’re here…I can’t believe I’m touching you…I’ve wanted you, missed you for so long…it’s so hard to believe. Please tell me you’re not a dream, that you’re real.”

He pulled back, releasing her nipple with a wet pop. He looked up into her beautiful green eyes that were so full of love and desperation that his throat constricted as his heart swelled with so many emotions at once that it was hard to decipher them all. “It’s not a dream Buffy…I’m here, you’re here…it’s all real baby…all so amazingly real.”

She tilted her head to the side and his eyes went back to his mark without thought. Excitement catapulted him into a zone of primordial need, take…own…NOW! The demon came to the forefront growling hungrily, once more he seized her hair and yanked her head further to the side as he leaned in and grazed one fang over his mark.

Buffy’s sucked in a breath from the scrape to her skin, her eyes were wild with anticipation and her chest heaved with excitement, her candid reaction was pure stimulus.

“Do it Angel…bite me…please Angel make me feel whole again…don’t make me wait any longer…DO IT!”

Angel possessively held her against him. He heard nothing but the hard demands of his mate for his kiss and the pounding of rushing blood in her veins. The combination was inconceivable. There was nothing that haunted him more then the taste of her. For years he re-lived that moment over and over again. It was his wet dream, the memory of her lithe body pressed up against his, the taste of her arousal in her blood, and the hot wet pussy he had felt even through the leather of the pants she had been wearing. It was the most profound sexual stimulation he had ever felt in his life. They had both come that day but they had been unable to share the experience the way lovers should, but not today…today he was going to feel it all…today, he was going to brand her as his once more and then no one, not man or demon would ever touch her again.

“You want to feel that way again Buff?”

She nodded, whimpering and enticingly thrusting her breasts toward him again.

“Stand up.” His voice was rough and left no room for arguments.

She stood up, standing in between his knees, watching him, waiting attentively for his next command all the while she felt like she was going to burst with the raw excitement that was coursing through her.

“I want you naked so I can feel you come this time when I drink from you. Take your clothes off.”

The order - and there was no mistake about it, that was exactly what it was – shot to her core. She was pulsing with life, dripping wet for him…for this…dominance. She did what he said, keeping her heavy eyes on his, she unbuttoned her jeans and then pulled them down her legs, taking her panties with them. She stepped out of them and then pushed them back with her foot.

She stood naked before him and his eyes blackened with lust. God, was she always this stunning? Her body was forever etched in his mind, every curve and every angle, yet for some reason looking at her now felt like the first time. Her breasts were high and firm, her belly flat and tight, her hips curved down to the perfect set of feminine muscled thighs, strong thighs that could easily squeeze the breath right out of him. His eyes finally rested on the junction between her legs. Reaching out he touched her right below her belly button and then slid his finger down over the neat patch of shaven hair before settling against moist hot flesh. A growl spilled from his lips; it had been too long since he had her unique flavor on his tongue.

“I love your pussy Buffy it’s so hot and slick, tastes so exquisite.” He shuddered uncontrollably, “it’s been too long since I could taste your flesh, feel your come slide down my throat but I remember it as if it were yesterday. Do you remember Buffy? Do you remember the feeling of my tongue licking you clean, of my mouth bringing you pleasure?”

Buffy had been whimpering like a needy babe the moment those heated eyes of his started their indolent perusal down her body. Remembered? How could she forget?

“I remember everything Angel. Every touch, every lick, every kiss...everything.”

Another deep grunt was the only response he gave, but she read the contentment in his eyes from her words and knowing that she pleased him only stimulated her more.

When he spoke his next words she could feel her enthusiasm seeping out of her and touching her thighs, she shifted and her slippery skin moved effortlessly against each other.

“Come here and sit back down.”

With raging anticipation she placed her hands on his shoulders and then straddled him again. When she sat down, his pants that were stretched taut against his cock, touched her throbbing clit, the rough sensation sent a violent shiver throughout her, wreaking extreme havoc to her already hypersensitive nerves.

He shifted slightly and sat up straighter in the chair, shifting his legs so she sat across them, then he spread them apart. With her legs on the outside of his she had no choice but to move with him. The result left her wide open to him and Angel purred contently as he reached out and touched a breast, just the tip of his finger on the very tip of her rigid nipple. Her head lolled to the side, her face awash with the pleasure that slight touch gave her. It was beautiful but there was so much more to see, so much more to explore and he didn’t waste anymore time. He raked that finger slowly down her belly and around her back and over her ass, and then finally to where she needed him most…in between her legs.

“God Angel, don’t tease me…please…kiss me…”

Smirking with wicked evilness, he slid his finger across wet hot lips, once, twice, three times, before plunging inside of her heat.

“I can’t be rushed Buffy, I’ve waited too many long and lonely years to have you before me like this…hot and dripping with need…begging me to bite you. Jesus, it’s so fucking good…my beautiful wet dream wiggling on my cock…coating me with your desire…” He shuddered against her as he kept sinking his finger into her core with silky velvety ease. “You like this, don’t you…me touching you, my fingers inside you.”

“Yesss Angel…I’ve missed your touch so much…”

Her raspy voice was as provocative as her sweet cunt that flexed and pulsed around his finger. It was so entrancing that it burned all articulate thoughts out of his mind and left frantic babbling in its place.

“Oh God baby…I love you riding me…you’re so fucking wet, my finger just slides so easily inside of you. So beautifully perfect Buffy.”

She arched into him, her hips pressing downward taking more of that finger inside of her but it wasn’t enough.

“Yes…more…Angel…please…”

Groaning as stridently as her plea was, he complied and sank two more inside of her. Stilling his finger, he curled the tip of his index finger up and lightly grazed her g-spot but then he pulled back. All the while watching her face and eating up the pleasure that contorted it with unsurpassed beauty.

Buffy whimpered at the loss, knowing that release awaited her just beyond the horizon, and that she was not getting it. It was the demon’s way of punishing her. He was showing her that he was the one that had total control over her body, not her. That he and he alone could give her pleasure or take it away. It was the cruelest form of torment he could ever inflict on her frazzled nerves but there was a light at the end of that anguishing tunnel. Buffy knew that to get what she wanted she had to give him what he wanted…submissiveness.

“Please Angel…I want to come…I want to come for you baby…please…”

Her sweet begging coaxed the demon’s pride and made him want to suck her till she was barely breathing. His reaction was a pure sadistic need and take response without any regrets. Its savageness was startling and he welcomed it without question. At one time this fierce aggression would have scared him, made him run away from her but he wasn’t running anymore. He was taking.

The hand in her hair tightened and the face of the demon loomed before her. “You’re not coming yet Buff not until my fangs are in your throat so I can feel your body squeezing my fingers as you come.”

She moaned again from his words, her body aching and desperate for anything he had to give her, she just needed him, needed this.

“Please Angel, do it…I need it so badly.”

He didn’t wait any longer because frankly he couldn’t. He had waited a lifetime for this moment to happen again. Before in the forest when he took her against the tree he didn’t bite her, he wanted to – God how he wanted to – but he was uncertain of what she would think. He didn’t think that way now. Hearing what Dracula did made him realize one thing. He needed to reinforce his ownership of Buffy. It was as simple as that. This wasn’t about love or tenderness. This was all about one thing…possession. Him branding her with the truth that no matter who she fucked, no matter who she might have a tender spot in her heart for didn’t matter, that was all bullshit in the scope of the things – the big fucking picture - which was that she belonged to him: irrevocably, unconditionally, and perpetually…his.

He gripped her hair and pulled her face to his, their eyes stared into each other with deep understanding. “I didn’t give you a choice before but I am now, do you want to belong to me again Buffy?”

“Yes Angel it’s all I ever wanted.” Her answer was quick and sure.

“Do you fully understand what that means?”

She nodded and he held her gaze with an intensity that held her spellbound. He wanted to be perfectly clear what that meant.

“If I reclaim you Buffy we’re going to do it right this time, which means that you will belong to me and me alone. There will be no other man, demon, or woman in this relationship. I won’t tolerate it Buffy. If you betray our bond I’ll be breaking more than just furniture. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

There was so much repressed hostility in his voice, his body so tightly coiled with tension that there was no way she could misinterpret his meaning. But still, there was something she needed to be very clear on.

Green eyes looked at back at him with their own strength and persistence. “I understand Angel as long as you understand that that goes both ways?”

His eyes gleamed with pure love and conviction. He smiled at her, his hand caressing her hair. “I would expect nothing else baby.”

She smiled back at him feeling reassured with the deep assurance and affection she saw in his eyes.

“Are you ready Buffy, are you ready to truly begin our lives together? Make no mistake this rite is as good as being married under the eyes of God. When I drink from you, you become mine as much I become yours. The rules of engagement are the same Buffy. Loyalty, love, devotion, protection this is what it’s about. They’re strong, binding, and they are not forgiving in the face of betrayal. Do you accept this? Will you be mine for… ever?”

The look she gave him was pure adoration and acceptance, and she spoke the words that she had always wanted to say to him. “I do.”

They shared a tender kiss that beguiled the brutally coarse emotions they were really feeling. When Buffy pulled away her smile was radiant as she drew his head down to the crook of her neck. “Do it Angel, possess me…please.”

Snuggled into her neck, Angel’s tongue came out and stroked his mark. Buffy shuddered, she moaned hungrily; her fists in his hair clenched and pushed him on. His fingers thrust inside of her at the same time his fangs sunk into her flesh. Ravenously Angel drank as his fingers pistonned in and then out of her tight sheath. She was wild against him, her body moving with the rhythm his fingers kept, pushing down when he thrust up, all the while his mouth claimed her.

“YES ANGEL!! YES!!!!”

Buffy screamed as her body began to convulse around him. Coming harder then she ever had before.

Angel answered with a thunderous groan. God, she tasted so good…so pure was her love and ecstasy, it smoothly slid down his throat coating his soul with her acceptance of the bond. His fingers were dripping wet with her juices that endlessly seeped out of her beautiful body. Effortlessly he drove them in and out of her generous heat as he drank his mind and body into an addictive haze of incredible tastes and textures. It was truly divine but it wasn’t enough.

He tore his mouth from her neck and then pulled his fingers out of her heat. He stood up, her legs wrapped around his waist as his long strides carried them to the bed.

Buffy was in a daze, her body still in shock from the infinite and intense emotions that consumed her but there was a deep contented smile on her face. Finally after so many years she felt whole – complete, and it was all because of him.

Her body was lax as Angel unwound her legs from his waist. When her feet touched the floor he gripped her shoulders and turned her around, pushing her down toward the bed.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

His rough command was obediently met.

On her hands and knees Buffy faced the wall, rough calloused palms slapped the soft globes of her ass with vigor and then one hand slid up and gripped her waist. She heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped, the swoosh of pants sliding down skin, and then she gasped with excited need as hot turgid flesh intimately pressed between the cheeks of her ass.

He was rough and aggressive. His pants were ragged as he slid his cock between her cheeks then slipped it in between her legs and nestled between her inflamed lips. Leaning down he licked her back, one long wet lick that ended at the rim of her ear and his cardinal voice singing to her ardor.

“Buffy…I have to fuck you…I can’t be gentle. It’s going to be hard and fast.”

He didn’t give her anytime to answer as his cock slammed inside of her in one long hard thrust.

Buffy shouted with elation, her body immediately opening to his intrusion, flexing and accommodating his huge size with such ease that Angel’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“You were made for me Buff, just for me.”

He hissed with the brutal pleasure he felt at taking her this way. It was so primal, so possessing that the act was significant with its conviction.

“Jesus Buffy, you’re so fucking creamy…I love how my cock slips right inside of you.”

He groaned as she flexed her muscles and squeezed him, moaning loudly, holding him in place.

“It’s all for you Angel! Please take more, drink more…fuck me harder!”

She demanded and they were demands he was ready and willing to oblige. He gripped her head to the side once more and sank his fangs in her throat slurping like an animal, his hips working feverishly, fucking her with no restraints.

He took her with solid elongated drives, each one shattering Buffy’s soul and rewarding her heart with the love and devotion she felt from each stroke. There was nothing to hide here, in this moment of intimate connection. They were the only things that existed, their passion the only thing that they felt. As the bed rattled from his powerful unrelenting propulsions into her tight wet passage, the headboard slammed against the wall, hard and heavy…loudly, but they didn’t hear it. Flesh slapping against flesh, grunts and moans and bellows of pleasure were the only sounds they heard.

Feeling the immense pressure building in his balls, Angel grabbed a breast, pulled away from her neck and whispered urgent commands in her ear. “Come for me Buffy, I want to taste your orgasm running down my throat.”

He pinched her nipple and drove into her hard and steady, hitting her g-spot. Buffy screamed his name just as he sank his fangs once more in her throat on a low guttural ’yes’.

Buffy was shaking violently, her body pulsating with each ripple that soared through her with pure unadulterated pleasure. She pushed back against him and then rotated her hips riding out the wave as much as she could. Angel groaned around her neck, still drinking from her body and tasting her climax, feeling the intoxicating pleasure of her vaginal walls pulsating and squeezing his cock. He gripped her waist, pulled out and then slammed inside of her one last time, spilling his seed, and coming so hard that he tore away from her neck with a deafening bellow of satisfaction that blended into Buffy’s piercing screech of pain.

When the shockingly intense orgasm receded, Buffy’s limp body could no longer hold her up. Her knees and elbows buckled and she dropped to the bed like a lump. Purring and mewling with the celestial sensations that were licking at her core and frizzling her nerves.

Angel still enjoying his fierce release fell on top of her, his own legs feeling more like jelly then muscle and bone. When sanity returned he looked down at her