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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! ************************************************************************************** “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 |