Part 4
Satisfied that he had appropriately set the mood, Angel straightened up and reached out to retrieve a chilled bottle of sparkling white wine from the ice bucket alongside him. Holding two champagne flutes by their stems, he poured them each a glass of the alcoholic liquid and set the bottle aside.
Cordelia took the glass he offered her and sipped slowly at the fizzy drink, allowing the alcohol to mellow her senses and lift her spirits. “I’m underage, you know,” she pointed out over the rim of her glass.
“Only for a few more months,” the vampire replied, unconcerned.
“Actually, to be strictly accurate, it’s a few more years – I’m a seventeen-year-old virgin, remember? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me.”
Angel smiled. “What makes you think I’m not?”
“You wouldn’t take advantage of a poor, defenceless young girl, now would you?”
“Depends on whether she wanted me to or not.”
“Well, it’s lucky for you that this particular girl has a thing for dark, brooding vampires with soul then, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. Now quit with the quips – you’re spoiling the mood.”
“I’m not swooning enough for you, big guy?”
“No, you’re not. But don’t worry; I can fix that easily enough.”
“Oh, can you now?”
“You doubting me?”
“Would I ever?” Cordelia shot back, and then began to snigger, her hazel eyes sparkling with merriment.
Shaking his head at her antics, Angel joined in, his rich, deep laughter mixing harmoniously with her high, feminine giggles. “I think you’ve had enough of that,” he said, taking the near empty glass from her hand.
The seer stared sheepishly back at him, feeling bad for ruining the romantic atmosphere that he’d gone to so much trouble to create. She looked so cutely apologetic that Angel was struck with the strong desire to kiss her. So, lacing his fingers through hers, he leaned forward and did just that.
Cordelia’s eyes fluttered closed as their mouths met in a sweet, but all too brief, kiss. Their lips parted temporarily as the vampire shifted into a kneeling position, and then they came together again, this time with considerably more passion than before.
Tunnelling his fingers through his girlfriend’s long, silky mane of hair, Angel forced her lips open with the pressure of his kiss and eagerly plunged his tongue inside her warm mouth. He could taste the fruity tang of the wine she’d drunk on her lips, and the sharp flavour reminded him that this wasn’t the only foodstuff he’d brought with him to entice her with tonight.
Purposely gentling their increasingly frenetic embrace, he skilfully returned the mood to its earlier one of romance and sensual seduction, such that, when he lifted his mouth from hers, Cordelia remained where she was with her head tipped back, her eyes closed, and a dreamy expression of contentment on her beautiful face.
“Lie down,” he murmured against her lips, his fingertips lightly caressing the soft skin of her arched throat. “And keep your eyes closed.”
Cordelia silently did as he asked, reclining back against the mound of cushions, which he’d scattered over the rug, her hands resting on her belly. Angel reached over and hooked his hand under the leg furthest away from him, urging her to bend her knee. As he intended, the skirt of her nightdress slithered down her tanned limb to the very top of her thigh, giving him a tantalising glimpse of the dark curls protecting her sex.
The vampire followed the silk negligee’s path over her skin with the flat of his hand, and then swept his fingers across her lower abdomen, pushing the nightdress up further and exposing her fully to his gaze. He gently cupped her mound, and Cordelia’s breath hitched in her throat as his fingers teased the entrance to her body with a light touch.
Pleased to find her already wet and aroused, Angel removed his hand from between her legs and moved away. With her eyes closed, the seer waited on tenterhooks for his next move, listening to the faint rustling sounds his unknown actions were making. When he spoke, she almost jumped out of her skin – with her vision impaired, she hadn’t been aware that he had turned back to her.
“Open your mouth,” he instructed, his tone commanding.
Enthralled, Cordelia did as he asked, and the vampire set something between her parted lips.
“Bite down.”
Again, she did as instructed, her teeth breaking through the hard outer-casing, and slowly sinking into the soft truffle centre of the luxury chocolate that he’d put in her mouth. The chocolate melted deliciously on her tongue, stimulating her taste buds with its rich and slightly bitter flavour.
“You want to know why women enjoy chocolate so much?” Angel asked as he fed her another truffle, his voice taking on that low, melodic lilt that she had come to think of as his ‘come-to-bed voice’.
Cordelia’s tongue poked out of her mouth and curled around his fingers, sensually licking the last of the chocolate from them. “Uh-huh,” she hummed in reply.
“It’s because they contain a substance that a human female produces during sexual intercourse,” he informed her, like a presenter on the Discovery Channel. “Apparently some women prefer chocolate to the real thing, but then I guess they’ve never been to bed with me.”
“Hello? Ego much!” Cordelia exclaimed at her boyfriend’s utter lack of modesty.
She opened her eyes and shot him one of her disapproving looks, but Angel just grinned back at her, not the least bit abashed at her censure.
“What? You saying I’m wrong?” he asked, shifting to lie down alongside her, his head propped up on his hand. “You’re telling me that chocolate has the same capacity to make you scream and writhe in passion like I had you doing at the Library earlier?”
Cordelia blushed at the memory. “Maybe not,” she conceded, much to the vampire’s gleeful satisfaction.
Angel cupped the side of her face in his palm and bent to nuzzle at her neck, his lips latching onto the delicate skin over her pulse-point. “You smell of lavender.”
Cordelia turned to face him and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. “Behind my ears, I do,” she said, as she ran her hand down the side of his body and up under his vest-top.
Eager to both touch and taste him, she smoothed the flat of her hand over the broad expanse of his chest and leaned forward to press her mouth against his Adam’s apple, breathing in his spicy masculine scent as she did so. Moving closer, she lifted her leg over his hip and Angel obligingly rolled over onto his back, allowing her to straddle him.
“Does that mean there are other fragrances to be found elsewhere?” he asked, as she languidly kissed a path up the column of his throat.
Cordelia sat up and brushed her wealth of dark, wavy hair over her shoulders. “Could do,” she said, a small smile quirking at the corners of her lips. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
“Now there’s an offer no sane man would ever refuse,” the vampire replied with a grin.
He crossed his arms over his chest and pulled off his vest-top, baring his pale, muscular torso to her admiring gaze. Then, gripping her hips, he sat up and adjusted her position atop of him so that she knelt astride his lap. Pulling up the midnight-blue nightdress until it bunched around her waist, he leaned in and kissed her with drugging slowness, while his palms wandered over the smooth, naked flesh of her hips, bottom and upper thighs.
With a soft sigh, Cordelia melted into the lingering embrace, winding her arms loosely around his neck as their tongues slid sensually together. She could feel his erection pressing firmly into the vee of her thighs and she instinctively ground her pelvis down into his, making him grunt with pleasure and tighten his grip on her. Long moments later, Angel finally pulled away, leaving her flushed and wanting more.
“Please…” she whimpered, tugging the negligee off over her head.
Tossing it aside, she offered her body to him without a hint of hesitation or restraint. Angel leaned back on his hands and just looked at her, his eyes feasting on her young, nubile form.
Her breasts – although less developed than her older self’s – were nevertheless still full and shapely, and the rosebud nipples were tightly puckered, a clear sign of her arousal. Not that he was in any doubt about the strength of that, given her quite deliberate and unashamed exposure of her nude body to him. He liked that about Cordelia – she wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted, despite her inexperience.
During their first night together, he had both delighted and occasionally shocked her with his lovemaking, but she had taken it all in her stride, even if she was nervous at times. She had been willing to try new things, and he was glad that she trusted him to know her boundaries and respect them. There was an open honesty about her that he found utterly bewitching, and he couldn’t help responding to that.
His gaze travelled downwards over her flat, toned stomach. The golden flesh of her lower abdomen was smooth and unblemished, save for the round reddened scar of her rebar injury. Angel lifted his hand and brushed his fingers over the mark, realising what the tattoo that now adorned her skin covered.
“When?” he asked gruffly.
“When I first moved to LA,” Cordelia said quietly. “I wanted to put everything Sunnydale behind me and the scar was a glaring reminder.”
“Guess I didn’t quite succeed with my objective though,” she added with a small smile.
“Regrets?”
“No,” was the quick and immediate response.
Relieved, Angel reached around her back to caress the tribal sun tattoo at the base of her spine. “And this one?”
“Oh that’s there – it was a teenage rebellion thing. Daddy had steam coming out of his ears when he found out.”
“And what would he think about this?” her boyfriend asked archly, boldly mapping out the hourglass shape of her naked body with his hands.
“Not to mention your truly shocking behaviour in the School Library earlier,” he added with a sly wink.
Cordelia giggled. “Well, what he doesn’t know will never hurt him,” she whispered, leaning forward conspiratorially.
Angel took the opportunity to drop a quick kiss on her pretty nose, and then patted her playfully on the backside. “Kneel up.”
The seer lifted her weight off him, and he moved out from under her and stood up. Circling around until she could no longer see him, he discarded his sweatpants and knelt down on the rug behind her. He reached around her body and smoothed the pads of his fingers over the slight swell of her belly, and then caressed the undersides of her breasts with his crooked forefingers.
Cordelia moaned and arched in reaction to his touch, lifting her arms to encircle his head. She tilted her face backwards and Angel, responding to that silent invitation, bent to kiss her. While his tongue explored the roof of her mouth, he gently massaged her breasts with his cupped palms, his thumbs rubbing a circular pattern over her peaked nipples.
“Time to follow that treasure trail you’ve left for me, I think,” he murmured, when he finally released her from the embrace.
Under the vampire’s gentle, but insistent, persuasion, Cordelia lay down on her front with her head resting on her forearms. Crouching over her, Angel swept her hair away from the nape of her neck with one hand, and then bent to nuzzle at the soft skin there. As he did so, his nostrils were filled with a delicious, new fragrance.
“Mmm, jasmine,” he quickly identified the heady aroma. “Now what else do we have?”
In search of further aromatic delights, he kissed a moist path down the length of her spine, his fingers stroking the sides of her breasts and tracing the outline of her vertebrae as he slowly descended her body.
“Oranges,” he murmured as his exploring mouth encountered the sun tattoo in the small of her back.
Cordelia was soon mesmerised by the wet, tickling caress of his lips and the light strokes of his fingers. As she closed her eyes and surrendered to the exhilarating pleasure of his tender touch, she decided that her spur of the moment decision to tantalize her boyfriend’s heightened sense of smell in this way, was quite possibly the best idea that she’d ever had.
Lifting his mouth from her skin, Angel smoothed his hands over the round globes of her bottom and down the backs of her thighs, and the seer instinctively shifted her legs further apart, consumed with the desire to feel his fingers moving against her sex. The vampire chose to bypass that most intimate of places however, and instead pressed a single kiss to the back of each knee, discovering a second citrus scent in the hollow there.
“Lemons,” he commented, before gently urging her to turn over.
Cordelia obediently rolled over onto her back, and watched as Angel grasped her slender ankles in his hands and delicately kissed the balls of her feet. Next, he ran his hands over her toned calves and down her inner thighs, pushing her legs wide apart. As she lowered her feet back down to the floor, he moved to kneel between her spread limbs.
“Like what you see?” he asked, following her captivated gaze down to his erection, which stood out hard and proud from the cradle of his thighs.
Breathing heavily, the seer could only nod dumbly in affirmation. Her body was crying out with the need to have him inside her, but there was a hint of fear in the back of her mind as she recalled the pain of losing her virginity the first time round. Three years into the future, Angel filled her to just the right side of uncomfortable – would he be too much for her untried body now?
“So how many more?” her boyfriend asked, distracting her from her darkening thoughts.
“Hmm – just two,” she replied, trying to squelch her worries and focus on the pleasure of their lovemaking instead.
“Okaay – let’s see,” the vampire drawled slowly, his fingertips dancing over the front of her torso, seeking out the slightly greasy patches of skin that marked where she’d applied the scented oils. He quickly located three – one on each of her hipbones and the other in the valley of her cleavage.
He pressed his face between the soft mounds of her breasts first and breathed in. “Mmm, strawberries, my favourite,” he declared, before hunkering down between her legs and wrapping his hands around her upper thighs.
“Honeysuckle,” he said, identifying the final scent as he placed a stream of nipping kisses from one side of her pelvis to the other.
As his cool lips skimmed the sensitive flesh of her lower abdomen, Cordelia moaned softly, her hips undulating restlessly against the velvety rug as a rush of moisture pooled at her centre. Lured by the sweet smell of her arousal, Angel cupped her bottom in his hands and brought her to his mouth, gathering up the wave of creamy excitement on his tongue.
Expecting a repeat of their earlier encounter on the Library table, the seer was surprised when he lifted his head from her centre, after only a brief taste of her essence. Rising up from between her legs, he moved to lie alongside her supine form and curled his fingers around her wrist. He moved her arm out of the way and held it imprisoned above her head, and she looked enquiringly at him, curious about his intentions.
“Variety is the spice of life,” he told her, then promptly dipped his head and surrounded the dusky pink tip of her right breast with his mouth.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Cordelia clutched at Angel’s dark, spiky hair, reacting to the tugging sensation of his mouth suckling on her engorged nipple. Her fingers massaged his scalp, as he roughly laved her pebbled flesh with his tongue in a manner guaranteed to make her head spin and her blood pump wildly through her veins. After a while, he shifted his attention to her other breast, leaving the abandoned nipple throbbing and aching for more.
While the seer voiced her approval of his actions with a constant litany of breathy moans, the vampire’s free hand surreptitiously crept down between her legs. Running his forefinger over her slick folds, he coated the digit with her wetness and then sought out the hypersensitive nodule located at the top of her sex.
“Oh God, Angel!” Cordelia cried out, bucking her hips as he pressed his finger firmly against her swollen clitoris.
Her hand shot downwards to grasp his wrist as he resolutely began to rub at the pulsating nub. She was torn between the desire to encourage his ministrations, and the need to pull his hand away as the dual stimulation of his suckling mouth and circling finger became almost too much to bear. Angel was not to be deterred however; he didn’t let up his sensual torture for a second. He drove her towards that elusive release with the same dogged determination that he employed to track down his demonic enemies.
Cordelia was helpless to do anything but surrender to his relentless torment of her body. So, squeezing her eyes shut, she went with it, riding on the rollercoaster of ecstasy until she hurtled down the last breathtaking dip. As she shuddered to an abrupt standstill, her loud keening cries of completion filled the air with their music.
“Oh God! Angel! Ahhh…”
Dewy with sweat, she collapsed back against the cushions, gasping for breath as awareness of her surroundings gradually returned to her body and mind. Angel gently stroked her cheek, waiting patiently while she recovered from her orgasmic high.
“Hey you,” he said tenderly, when her dazed eyes finally focused on his face.
“Hey,” she softly returned.
“God, I want you,” he said hoarsely, and then his mouth descended over hers again, engulfing her in the heady maelstrom of his unfulfilled desire.
Swept back up into the very heart of that sensual storm, Cordelia felt the delicious tension slowly begin to build within her body once more. Turning over onto her side, she ardently rubbed her naked body up against his muscular form, returning his hard, bruising kisses with passionate fervour.
Angel hooked his hand under her knee and lifted her leg over his hip, and then smoothly rolled them over so that she lay beneath him again. He tore his lips away from hers and looked down into her face, his dark, stormy eyes filled with open lust. The seer could feel him, hard and urgent, at her juncture and she tensed, her earlier worries about his size suddenly resurfacing.
“Relax baby – you’re ready for this, I promise,” the vampire soothed, peppering her face with sweet, gentle kisses. “Don’t fight it – it’ll hurt a whole lot more if you do.”
Knowing he was right, Cordelia willed herself to relax. Making love with Angel had never been anything but good, and there was no real reason to think that this time would be any different. She hadn’t been close to this turned on when she’d first lost her virginity, and her partner had been nowhere near as considerate a lover as the vampire either.
“Okay, okay,” she whispered, running her hands up and down his muscular biceps. “I’m ready.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Bending one of her legs back up towards her chest, Angel positioned himself at the entrance to her body and slowly pushed inside, groaning as her hot walls drew him down into their tight-fitting embrace. He sank in until he bumped against the thin barrier of her virginity, and then stopped.
“Are you all right?” he asked, looking down into the seer’s face. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing heavily, but she didn’t appear to be in any discomfort.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she confirmed his assessment, sounding extremely astonished that this was the case.
Angel silently cursed the idiot, who hadn’t even bothered to make sure she was properly aroused before taking her virginity from her. He didn’t even consider that it might have been some teenage boy with only minimal sexual experience; the fact that Cordelia’s abiding memory of her first sexual encounter, was one of pain, was all that mattered to him. It was not what he intended for tonight, despite knowing that he couldn’t make the experience entirely pain-free.
“I think it’s gonna hurt now,” he warned her. “But it won’t last long, I promise.”
At her nod, he withdrew slightly before fully penetrating her in one smooth thrust, holding still once he was completely embedded in her warm depths. As he broke through her virginity, Cordelia dug her fingers into his upper arms, gasping at the sharp stab of pain that ran through her. She bit her lip, expecting it to get worse, but instead it slowly ebbed away to nothing, leaving only the delicious sensation of his hard length buried deep within her. Encouraged by the lack of pain, she flexed her hips, signalling that it was okay for him to move, and he slowly pulled out and pushed back inside, deliberately dragging out the movement to heighten her pleasure.
“Oh Angel!” she whimpered as he set up a slow, steady rhythm atop of her.
Once the vampire had found the right tempo, he buried his face against her shoulder and the sound of his low grunts of appreciation filled her ears. Running her hands down his back, she cupped his butt cheeks and felt the toned muscles bunching and releasing under her fingertips as he thrust in and out at a leisurely pace.
Angel had no idea how he managed to hold it together. He had been waiting for what seemed like forever to be inside her again, the earlier bouts of oral sex not doing much to assuage the burning need to have her. Cordelia’s unused inner muscles gripped him tightly, half-resisting his penetration, whereas the slick wetness of her arousal welcomed him in. Her soft, whimpering sounds of pleasure were driving him crazy, and yet he resisted the temptation to speed up his movements, wanting to prolong the experience for as long as possible.
The tension inside Cordelia was stretched taut, almost to breaking point, but Angel would not let her go over the edge, and she revelled in the sheer intensity of that feeling. They had been together for little over a week, and this was something new for them. Their first night together had passed in a frenzy of passion, both of them desperate to connect after waiting so long for the opportunity.
This was different though; this slow, sensual lovemaking stirred something profound deep inside of her, something that was both scary and exhilarating in equal measure. Tightening her grip on him, she turned her head into his neck. “I love you,” she whispered in his ear, her voice breathy with emotion.
Angel raised his head and looked down into her eyes. “I love you too,” he returned with matching sentiment, and then kissed her deeply, upping the pace of his thrusts just a fraction.
It was almost enough, but not quite, and Cordelia moaned in frustration, her warm breath filling his mouth. Their lips stayed fused together however, neither wanting to break off the hot, consuming kiss for a second. Responding to her desperate plea, the vampire shifted the angle of his penetration, increasing the friction against her clitoris. The seer promptly came apart in his arms for the third time that evening.
“Oh, oh God!” she gasped, unintentionally ripping her lips away from his mouth, as wave after wave of bliss crashed over her and rocked her body with pleasure.
“Oh sweet Jesus!” Angel groaned as her inner muscles rippled around his aching sex, sucking him down into the abyss with her.
His climax was long and drawn out – there was just something about this woman that drew him in and wouldn’t let go until he’d given her his all. He eventually collapsed on top of her, his arms giving out under him. He didn’t think he’d come with that kind of intensity in his life.
They lay quietly together for long moments, recovering from their respective orgasms. Cordelia was the first to speak up, her voice light and teasing.
“Okay – so I think I’ve been suitably plucked,” she declared.
Angel started to laugh. God, how he loved this girl. She could be fiery and passionate, warm and loving, but he especially adored this playful side to her character. It did him the world of good, he knew. She stopped him from taking life too seriously, taught him how to enjoy it for what it was, and he was extremely grateful for that.
Raising his head, he crossed his eyes at the flushed and happy young woman beneath him, frowning at her in mock annoyance. He then pounced on her with a low growl, showering her face, neck, and shoulders with affectionate little kisses, savouring the sound of her joyous giggles as she tried, unsuccessfully, to evade his tickling touch.
***
15 hours later, 4pm, Christmas Eve 1998…
Rupert Giles bustled into the School Library, all business. He quite clearly remembered the page of the book, the rough pencil-drawn picture, and the description of the demon’s modus operandi – but what was the blasted creature’s name? His annoying lapse of memory had bugged the hell out of him all day until he couldn’t think of anything else. He had eventually given in and come here to satisfy his curiosity, despite being due at the Summer’s house for dinner.
Walking through the stacks, he frowned when he noticed the book facedown on the floor. Picking it up, he turned it over and looked at the title:‘Encyclopaedia of Flora used for Magical Incantations.’ It sounded like a tome Willow would consult. It couldn’t have been her though – the girl was nearly as fastidious as him when it came to properly storing books. She wouldn’t have just left it lying about on the dusty floor.
Noticing that the corner of one page was folded over, he opened the book and studied the text. The majority of the entries seemed fairly innocuous, but one in particular stood out, especially given the time of year: ‘Mistletoe – often used by genies to aid in the granting of wishes.’
Uh-oh!
That did not bode well – he hoped some silly pupil had not been messing with magic without properly considering the consequences. He sighed, realising that he couldn’t do much about it now. Trouble had a funny way of seeking Buffy out anyway, so he supposed that if there were consequences to be dealt with, then he would know soon enough. Returning the book to its rightful place, he found the volume he was looking for and turned to the relevant chapter.
A Triclop demon, of course! How could I have forgotten that? he silently chastised himself.
Shaking his head, he headed for the Library exit, but stopped when something caught his eye. Crossing to the table in the centre of the room, he bent down and picked up the item with two fingers. It was a pair of black satin panties, obviously removed in the heat of passion, given their torn state.
Giles felt himself blush and he coughed, trying to clear the erotic thoughts that filled his head as he imagined what must have gone on in this very room since he’d last been here. The door suddenly opened and he jumped, quickly stuffing the ripped panties in his pocket.
“Oh Sarah, it’s you,” he said, greeting the female teacher who poked her head round the door of the Library. “What are you doing here?”
The attractive blonde woman smiled. “I could ask you the same thing, Rupert,” she replied, stepping into the room. “It’s Christmas Eve, you know.”
“Oh – umm – I needed to look something up. You know how it is.”
“The elusive answer to the last Trivial Pursuit question, huh?”
Giles laughed. “Something like that, yeah. What about you?”
“I’ve been storing my sister’s Christmas present in my locker. It’s my – probably futile – attempt to thwart her obsession with guessing what all her gifts are before she opens them.”
“Well, I hope you succeed in your goal,” Giles replied with a warm smile.
Sarah smiled back, her green eyes dancing merrily, but then her expression turned serious. “You’re close to the Summer’s girl, aren’t you?” she asked carefully.
“Umm – yeah. Her mother is an old friend of the family – Buffy’s sort of like a surrogate niece, I guess. Why do you ask?”
“I probably shouldn’t tittle-tattle, but I saw her boyfriend at the Mall with Cordelia Chase last night. You know – Mr Tall, Dark and Mysterious. He is Buffy’s boyfriend, right?”
“Angel? Sort of yes. I’m sure you must have been mistaken though – he’s never shown the slightest interest in Cordelia.”
“Well, he looked pretty interested last night. Maybe you should have a word before the situation gets out of hand?”
Giles frowned, recalling that both Angel and Cordelia had left the party early the previous evening. “Yes, maybe I should,” he agreed.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I might have got it all wrong.”
“Don’t worry about it. Even if turns out to be nothing, I’m glad that you told me. I wouldn’t want to see Buffy hurt by that man again.”
Sarah relaxed at his reassurances. “Well, I’d better get going,” she said brightly. “Have a good Christmas, won’t you, Rupert?”
Giles nodded. “Yes, you too,” he said absently as she retreated from the room. When she’d gone, he pulled the panties from his pocket and looked at them, then over at the Library table.
Angel and Cordelia? No, no way. She had to be mistaken. It was inconceivable…
***
Cordelia decided that she would buy Fred a year’s – no make that two year’s – supply of Tacos when she got home. The gangly brunette’s mistletoe gift was turning out to be the best Christmas present that she’d had in years.
It wasn’t just that their impromptu vacation in Sunnydale had provided her and Angel with ample opportunity to explore each other’s bodies in every way imaginable; it was so much more than that. To spend time together without the constant interruption of this demon attack, or that vision quest, was pure heaven. The seer had not realised how much time of their free time was taken up fighting the good fight until now. For the last twenty-four hours, she’d pretty much had her boyfriend all to herself, and had learned so much more about the man behind the mask in the process.
Right now though, they were again lost in the pursuit of physical pleasure, making love with wild abandonment. Cordelia sat perched on the edge of the bureau next to the front door, with her long tanned legs looped around Angel’s waist and her hands clutching at his shoulders, as he drove into her at an almost frantic pace.
She wasn’t quite sure how they’d gotten to this point. One minute she’d been helping the vampire prepare dinner in the kitchen, and the next he had accosted her, reacting to some seemingly innocent remark that she’d made. The passionate encounter had escalated from there.
Downstairs was a wreck, their clothing strewn everywhere and several chairs overturned. The candlesticks and pou pourri that had once adorned the dining table were now on the floor, swept off the surface in the couple’s desperate haste to become one.
This was pure, animalistic sex, and Cordelia was enjoying every second of it, safe in the knowledge that Angel loved her and was not just using her for physical gratification. She had already come twice, courtesy of his skilled fingers and tongue, and was well on her way to a third explosion of ecstasy as he thrust, hard and deep, into her willing body.
The old wooden bureau stared to creak ominously, protesting at their abuse of it, and she began to worry that it might collapse underneath her. She reached out to steady herself, but only succeeded in knocking the phone to the floor with a clatter.
Recognising the danger, Angel hauled her up into his arms, span around and carried them, still joined, over to the other side of the room. Cordelia gasped as her naked back collided with the cool glass of the one mirror in the mansion, and then moaned in protest as the vampire withdrew from her body and stepped back.
He had been doing this a lot, pushing them both to the brink of climax, and then changing position before they could tumble over the edge. It was driving her wild with frustration, but she knew the end result would be worth it. Angel turned her around so that she was facing the mirror, and then entered her again from behind, his hands grasping her hips to hold her still.
“Look at yourself,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Cordelia opened her eyes and gazed at her reflection. It was weird and strangely exciting, knowing that he was there behind her, but not being able to see him. Her face was flushed pink and her brow damp with beads of sweat. Fascinated, she watched her expression contort in pleasure, every time he hit that special spot inside of her.
“See how beautiful you are,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear as he stroked the aching tips of her breasts with his fingers.
His hand slid down her torso to the dark triangle of curls at her apex, and he pulled the outer lips of her sex apart with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the red and swollen nub of her clitoris. His finger glanced over it once and Cordelia cried out in mindless pleasure, nearing the limit of her endurance.
“Oh yes! Touch me Angel! Oh please! It feels *so* good!”
Her cries of encouragement spurred the vampire on, and he began to lose control, thrusting into her so hard that he almost lifted her off the ground with each rhythmic pump of his hips. Surrendering to her rapidly approaching orgasm, Cordelia hooked her arm around the back of his neck and attempted to focus her blurring gaze on the erotic scene reflected in the glass in front of her.
Angel resolutely kept up the clitoral stimulation until she was incoherent with bliss, and then finally let go of his self-control with a strangled groan. Breathing heavily in her ear, he collapsed against her back, and they slowly crumpled to the floor as one, both absolutely spent and slick with sweat.
Neither realised that they’d accidentally pulled the phone cord out of the wall during their energetic lovemaking session, they had been too busy with each other to be bothered about such a small, insignificant detail…