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Angelus looked down at the redhead sound asleep in her bed
and smirked. One week. Seven days since he'd marked her, since she had
surrendered...well, not quite everything....yet. After her little
performance of last night, Angelus had left before she even had the chance to
recover her breath, leaving her alone with the storm and her thoughts.
He'd heard her pace until the early hours of the morning and he doubted very
much that it was because of the storm. He'd sent Spike in to wake her,
barely a few hours after she fell asleep, and bring her to him so he could keep
her within his sight for the entire day, keeping his distance but making sure
she was obeying him. At six he'd had her bathe him, as usual and then
told her to go to bed. The lack of sleep from last night ensured that she fell
asleep almost immediately. And now, close to midnight, he stood at the
end of the bed watching.
She looked like an innocent child, which she was. Her red
hair fanning across the pillow, one of her hands rested in the silky locks,
palm up, fingers curled slightly. Her face was flushed with sleep, her
lips parted and moist, rosebud perfection.
Grinning, Angelus leaned forward and caught the pale gold
silk sheet that covered her between his fingers, slowly and carefully pulling
it down, not wanting to wake her. As the sheet whispered over her body
she moved restlessly, turning onto her side, throwing one of her legs over to
the side. Angelus waited, making sure she was still asleep, and then
began to crawl over her, his fingers dragging lightly across her skin, trailing
upwards, his fingertips cool against her warmth. Finally his hands
wrapped about her neck and deftly removed her choker, putting it aside on the
bedside table. His fingers tickled her pale flesh, pushing her fine hair
back from her face and she moved restlessly, her fingers brushing across her
bare throat, nails dragging lightly at the week old bite mark.
Reclining next to her, Angelus watched her for a moment,
stroking her hair and waiting for her to settle again. Satisfied she was
still soundly sleeping, he snaked an arm under hers, his hand wrapping about
her shoulder as he eased her onto her back. She sighed, mumbling
something as her hand flew out brushing against his chest before resting above
her head.
"Oh this is just perfect," purred Angelus, his
eyes roaming down from her raised arm to the pert breast it left exposed.
Licking his lips, he traced a path with the nail of his pinkie, dragging it
lightly around the swell of her breast and then down to her navel. Her
nipple hardened and she flinched in her sleep. Smiling, he leaned in and
licked her nipple, making her groan softly, before pulling back and blowing on
the glistening pink nub. Deftly he ran his fingers across her flat
stomach, teasing the flesh, making broad sweeping circles. Unconsciously,
she leaned into his touch, her head rolling on the pillow, a soft gasp leaving
her lips as her tongue licked at them, drawing his attention. He could
hear her heartbeat increasing, as was her breathing, she was on the edge of
waking up.
Moving forward his lips captured hers, his tongue licking
at them, urging them to open. Still his hand caressed her body while the
other tangled in her fiery locks, his thumb caressing the soft curve of her
cheek. As his tongue explored the warm depths of her mouth he felt her
move, her heart beginning to pound, her hands moving to grasp at his body and
her legs entwining with his. As her tongue began to play with his,
twirling around the tip, pressing against his, he pulled back from the kiss and
smiled down at her.
Willow blinked a few times. Her body was buzzing, her
stomach tightening and she was entwined with his body, her hands caressing his
chest and stomach. She frowned at him.
“Am I dreaming?" she asked quietly, disorientated.
"Yes..." he whispered, mouthing her ear, smiling
as she leaned into his touch. "It's just a dream...."
"Okay," she sighed, arching up into his hand as
it caressed her breast, the fingers curling about her hard nipple.
He concentrated on touching her in the places that she was
so fond of last night. Massaging her breasts, leaning down to tease the nipples
with his tongue and mouth, sucking and biting them, delighting in the moans
that these simple touches created. His hand reached for her thigh,
drawing her leg up and over his. Slowly
and steadily he began to rub his thigh against her already sopping wet cunt,
not at all surprised when she locked her leg around his and began to thrust
down on his leg, a soft gasp of pleasure leaving her with each stroke.
"Touch me," he murmured softly, his hand
encouraging hers to move more, guiding them over his body. They were soft
naive touches, butterfly touches, her fingertips running across his skin,
warming the cool flesh. He let her set her own pace, grunting when she
hit a sensitive spot or shifting against her hand if he needed more. All
the time his hands were on her body, teasing it, building up her desire while
she kept her eyes closed and thought it all just a dream. Her breath
shallowed into gasps and pants, her body moving against him, actively seeking
out his touch. He drew his mouth away from her breasts and kissed his way
back to her gasping mouth, his tongue delving into her warmth, drawing out her
essence. Her tongue met his, stroke for painstakingly slow and teasing
stroke and her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him away. Her eyes flew
open to stare at his chocolate brown depths.
"This isn't a dream," she stated, her body ignoring
her mental protest, continuing to respond against his touches and she writhed
against his thigh.
"Yes it is...just a dream, Willow," he whispered
against her ear. Her hands moved from his hair, down to caress his back,
knead at the muscles, feel them flex as he continued to touch her.
Smirking, he lowered his mouth claiming her lips again in a slow and
tantalizing kiss. One of his hands stroked her arm, his hand closing around her
wrist and dragging it down. His fingers entwined with hers, leading them
down to brush against his pubic hair. Willow pulled away from the kiss
and gasped. Looking down at their entwined hands, she couldn't help but notice
his huge throbbing cock and he nuzzled her ear. "Touch me,
Willow."
Angelus urged her fingers to wrap around him, guiding her
in adding pressure with her slim fingers as he moved them up and down his
cock. Kissing her neck, he continued to guide her hand until he was happy
with the rhythm. He then released her hand, smiling against her throat as she
continued to stroke him. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her up to him and
began to thrust into her little hand, easily sliding through her fingers, the
tip of his cock running the full length of her wet slit, the head brushing
across her clit.
Willow groaned and tightened her fingers around him, her
other fingers digging into his back at the sensation. Blindly, she thrust
her hips against his, trying to recapture the sensation he had created, but to
no avail. Hissing in disappointment, she writhed wildly against him, her
legs hooking around his, trying to pull him into her, her fingers guiding his
cock.
Angelus kissed his way back up her throat to her mouth, his
tongue making a deep long sweep as his hands gripped her ass and he thrust
forward again, his cock gliding across her. Her free hand tangled in his
hair and she gurgled into his mouth. He began to move against her,
setting an irregular rhythm of thrusts, not giving her what she really needed,
teasing her into a frenzy. Her fingers no longer stroked his cock, just
held him loosely as he thrust through them, every know and then she would
squeeze him, wanting more but not receiving it. Suddenly he rolled them
and Willow was pinned beneath him, her breathing coming in shallow pants.
He continued to thrust against her, this time setting a solid rhythm of long
reaching strokes, making her writhe and moan. His mouth crashed down on
hers, his tongue dominating and demanding, his teeth pulling and biting at her
lips and tongue.
Willow groaned and lifted herself up into that kiss, her
fingers entwining in his hair, holding onto him, frightened he would pull
away. Instincts took over and she rolled her hips to meet each of his
thrusts, her legs wrapping about him, one hooking over his thigh the other
swinging up over his hip. Her cries of pleasure soon turned to tortured
gasps of frustration as this pale imitation of the sexual act left her
needing. Tearing her mouth away from his, she let out a long wail of
frustration.
Angelus smiled and lowered his head to her breasts, sucking
and licking, teasing the hard peaks of her nipples as he continued to rock his
hips against her. Releasing his hold on her body, he bought one hand up
to caress the back of her neck, his other hand wandered down to hers that still
loosely held his throbbing cock. As his fingers entwined with hers he ran
his thumbnail across her clit, causing her to buck up against him.
“Angelus," she cried out, needing more. He moved
her hand up, encircling her fingers just below the head of his cock and guided
it to her entrance. Willow arched up against him, groaning in delight,
her fingers pushed down against him, wanting more. Once more his mouth
joined hers, swallowing her soft moans and pleas, before tearing away and
kissing his way down to her throat, covering the mark he'd left days
before. His hand increased the pressure on her nape, lifting her up,
while his fingers left hers on his cock and cupped her ass. Willow
shifted, lifting her body up with her legs, tightening her strangle hold on his
body.
Suddenly the whole bed seem to move as Angelus slammed into
her, forcing her body upwards and impaling her on his fangs, no gentle teasing
or prodding, just one long hard thrust resulting in blinding pain and her body
fighting against him. With the double penetration she cried out in pain,
not sure which was more excruciating. Her muscles screamed in agony,
trying to accommodate his huge intrusive cock, her fingers clutched at his back
and a strangle sob broke from her.
Then there was nothing but a throbbing ache. His weight
lifted off her and his fangs retracted, his cock pulled out of her.
Taking a shuddering breath, she hissed as his mouth found her entrance, his
tongue snaking in and twirling about the passage his cock had just left.
Pleasure replaced pain as his tongue sought out her virginal blood and her
fingers entwined in his hair. Growling softly, he butted his face against
the juncture of her thighs, his hands on her hips rocking them.
Willow twisted his hair, her thighs grabbing at his head
and she thrust down against his face. Blinding pleasure overtook her, the
muscles in her body clamping down, ceasing up and a scream left her lips as she
flooded his mouth with her secretions. Gasping for breath, she released
her vice like grip on his head, her hands falling away while her thighs rolled
open. Closing her eyes, she brought a hand up to rest against them, half
panting, half sobbing.
Angelus glanced up from between her spread legs and grinned
as he saw her face. Slowly, he began to kiss his way up her trembling
body, his tongue licking at the blood that still leaked from the fresh bite
mark on her neck. He eased his weight back down on her, his cock rubbing
against her and gently brushed her hand away so he could kiss each of her eyes
before kissing his way down to her lips. As his tongue found the warmth
of her mouth he moved his hips forward, his cock entering her slowly, easing
his way back into her tight warmth.
Willow gasped, her eyes flying open, her hands grabbing at
his arms. It still hurt, but he was moving slowly, easing into her with
gentle thrusts. She wriggled, trying to relieve the discomfort and cried
out when it only served to push him in deeper.
"Shhh, Willow," Angelus whispered, kissing her
face and continuing his soft thrusts. "Wrap your legs about
me."
She winced as she bought her legs up, her feet brushing
against his soft skin. The dull throb of her torn virginity was soon
replaced with an ache of a different kind and Willow grabbed at Angelus, her
hands clawing at him, trying to get him to increase his pace, to replaced the
soft shallow thrusts with longer deeper ones. Soon she found herself
begging again.
"Please," she hissed, rolling her hips against him,
thrusting up and dragging her teeth over his ear. He sped up, pulling
back to thrust deep and hard into her, making her keen in sheer delight.
She clung to him, at his mercy and following his guiding hands, doing what
pleased him. The room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against
flesh as their movements became more erratic, both lost in physical pleasure,
soft sighs combined with growls and moans. Willows fingers dug into his
ass as he twisted her clit, making her senses shatter. She arched up into
him as his name tumbled from her lips and he slammed into her, his hips jerking
as he came, spilling his semen deep in her.
Sobs once more wracked her body, no longer of pain but of a
mind numbing pleasure. Her body trembled, her muscles tensed and relaxed,
her fingers still dug into his flesh. As she continued to shake, she
waited for him to pull out, wanting nothing more than to close her legs and
relieve herself of his unrelenting weight. But Angelus was happy to stay
buried in her warmth, his mouth sucking against her bite mark, feeding from the
slight flow of blood. His hands started to wander over her body, stroking
and calming the trembling flesh, making her moan softly at the sensations his
talented fingers were quickly creating.
Willow lost herself to those sensations, closing her eyes
and concentrating only on his fingers, and squirmed beneath him. Her eyes
flew open as she felt his cock start to swell inside of her and he began to
rock against her again. Tearing his mouth from her neck, he found her
lips again, claiming them, his tongue demanding a response.
Willow's arms locked about his neck and she surrendered to
that kiss, responding to it, her tongue playing with his. Suddenly his
fingers dug into her flesh and he spun them. Breaking away from his lips,
Willow looked about, she was sitting astride him, his hard cock buried deep
within her, while he rested against the bed head. With a lazy smirk,
Angelus raised his arms, his hands grabbing the bed head and waited.
Willow frowned and bit her bottom lip, wriggling slightly. Closing her
eyes, she gasped at the sensation. Swallowing, she opened her eyes and
bought her hands up to his chest, her knees moving and taking her weight as she
slowly lifted herself up, using her hands and knees for leverage. She
gasped at the sensation of his cock sliding out of her and stopped, glancing
down to where they were joined and she could see his pubic hair, wet and glistening with their mixed
secretions. Biting her lip, she lowered herself and moaned out loud as
Angelus' cock buried deep inside her.
Licking her lips, she repeated the action, speeding up and
rotating her hips, grinding herself against him as she sank back down.
Glancing up, she caught his self-satisfied smirk and she smiled softly, her
hands moving along his chest, her fingers toying with his nipples as she rose
up again. Suddenly Angelus shifted, his hands encircling her waist and
dragging her down hard against him, making her gasp in pleasure. His
hands continued to guide her up and down while he leaned forward, his tongue
licking at the trail of blood that flowed from her bite. Soon she was
screaming his name again in pleasure as she came and he picked her up, still
buried deep with in her, threw her back on the bed. There was no tenderness this time as he slammed into her,
thrusting hard and deep, taking his own pleasure from her. With a hoarse
grunt he came, her arms and legs locked about his powerful body. Even so,
he still remained deep inside her.
It was four hours later that Angelus finally pulled out of
her exhausted and tender body. She could hardly keep her eyes open and
she felt the bed shift as cool hands wrap about her throat, fingers pushing at
her hair and she soon felt the familiar and confining pressure of her necklace
being fastened about her throat. She watched through half closed eyes as
Angelus moved off the bed, his fingers tracing a path from her neck down to her
long pale fingers, and he walked away.
As fell asleep, she could hear the soft murmur of male
voices, of Angelus and Spike.
***
Willow stretched out and instantly regretted it. She
ached. Her body felt like a truck had hit it. Sighing, she curled
herself up into a ball and glanced at the end of the bed. There was a
black velvet jewelry box and a single red rose lying on the corner of the
bed. Frowning and hissing at the deep
ache of her body, she sat up and gathered the sheet to her body, reaching out
to pick up the velvet box.
It contained a bracelet of emeralds worked through a design
of Celtic knots, similar to the design of her necklace. As she fingered
the exquisite bracelet, Angelus' words echoed through her, be good and you
will be rewarded.
Laying back down and curling into a ball, she continued to
finger the bracelet. Part of her cheered and part of her died.
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