Opening the front door of the mansion, Buffy Summers let herself inside. It was just past sunup and she might be too late to catch Angel before he went to sleep. His worried expression plagued her last night.
Something was up with Cordelia and even if he wouldn’t give her the details, Buffy wanted to make sure that things were all right with the cheerleader. She wouldn’t ask Cordelia directly, so that left wheedling information out of Angel. Besides, she missed him last night since he had left the Bronze so early, taking Cordy with him.
Buffy’s sensitive hearing caught the sound of someone in the kitchen and she headed in that direction. She only hoped that it was Angel and not Angelus. It was so darn embarrassing to have to ask their identities every time she saw them, so Buffy had come up with a method of making general comments before getting on with the greetings.
The only one in the room was a shower-fresh brunette bending down to grab the milk from the refrigerator, obviously making herself right at home. “Cordelia!”
“Eeeaahh!” Cordelia hadn’t heard the Slayer’s naturally stealthy approach and dropped the carton of milk to the floor spilling it. “Buffy! You scared the crap out of me. See what you made me do?”
Buffy didn’t budge from her position as Cordelia righted the milk carton and then scrambled for the paper towels. She simply took in the sight of the wet hair and the fact that the cheerleader was wearing Angel’s robe and apparently nothing else.
“Having a problem with your clothes this morning?” Buffy asked as Cordelia wiped up the spilled milk.
Crouching on the floor, Cordy heard the sardonic tone to the Slayer’s voice. Guess who got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Answering from behind the island, “Yes, actually. They were spread all over the house. Angel rounded them up for me.”
“How sweet of him,” Buffy sounded rather sour.
“He can be,” Cordy agreed, “but lately your boyfriend has been a jackass.”
Standing up, she met Buffy’s cold gaze. Geez! I was joking. Kinda.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Buffy commented, “I’m surprised to hear you say that— considering.”
Confused, Cordelia asked for more information, “Considering what?”
“The fact that you slept with Angel, you boyfriend stealing slut.”
“What? No!” Gasping, Cordelia couldn’t believe that Buffy was thinking Angel would cheat on her. Well, he had kissed her last night, she admitted to herself, but that wasn’t anything Buffy needed to worry about.
“No, you mean you didn’t steal him?” Buffy drolled, “Don’t tell me— you were just borrowing him for the night.”
Just his bed.
“Wrong vamp, Buffy,” Cordelia held up her hands as the blond Slayer started to walk around the island with a menacing glare. “Angel brought me here and then left. He just now got home. I was with Angelus last night.”
Stopping in her tracks, Buffy was stunned at the confession. It was so crazy that she had to believe it. “Angelus! You slept with Angelus. Are you completely insane, Cor?”
“There wasn’t much sleeping,” Cordelia admitted with a slow grin.
“But this is Angelus. Evil, soulless Angelus,” Buffy continued her rant of disbelief, all slack-jawed and bug-eyed. “Send the world to hell Angelus.”
Cordelia calmly reminded her, “He’s changed.”
The other teenager let out a snort of disbelief. “He hasn’t changed. The Fates have him on a leash.”
“Maybe they do, but Angelus has made a lot of progress despite their interference.”
Buffy wondered if Cordelia knew what she sounded like defending the monster that had murdered Ms. Calendar, tortured Giles, stalked the Scooby Gang, tried to drive Buffy insane and threatened to kill her. “I can’t believe that you slept with— eew!”
“What? Eew, what? I assure you that there was nothing to eww about.”
“I just thought of something,” Buffy had a squiggy look on her face.
Tired of defending herself, Cordelia responded sharply, “Should I mark this day on the calendar for you? Our new national holiday: Buffy Had A Thought Day.”
Rolling her eyes, Buffy pointed out to her, “Don’t you see why this vampire double thing is so weird? It’s just like you’ve seen my boyfriend naked. Maybe I will have to kill you.”
Their eyes met, holding steady. Awkwardly, they laughed about it. Cordelia couldn’t resist commenting, “I’ve gotta admit it. Naked Angelus is pretty damn hot.”
“Totally!” Buffy agreed and then stumbled to add, “Angel, I mean.”
Curious, Cordelia asked as she felt a twinge at her inner thighs, “Were you sore for days afterward? The first time with Angel, I mean?”
“I was numb for days.” Visibly sad at the reminder, Buffy pointed out, “Angelus showed up, remember?”
“Right. Sorry.”
Buffy shrugged. That was water under the bridge. She hoped. Answering Cordelia’s question, “No, I wasn’t sore. Slayer healing factor.”
“Hmm. Good thing I’m already flexible,” Cordelia moved around a bit drawing a dark look from Buffy whose mind drifted off to places it probably shouldn’t. Cordy quickly changed the subject, “Did you know that vampire’s purred?”
“Like cats?” Buffy questioned, “Why?’
Obviously not. That answers that. “Just asking. Because it happened last night with Angelus right after I—”
“Wait!” Buffy held up a hand to stop her. “I don’t want the skanky details. No details. It’s already too easy to picture because Angelus looks exactly like Angel.”
Cordelia looked disappointed. “It’s just a little advice.”
Straightening her spine, Buffy gave her an offended look. “I don’t need advice from you. Angel and I are fine. Just fine. Great. Terrific, in fact.”
At least they would be if Angel stopped trying to dominate her when they were in bed together, Buffy thought. She couldn’t understand why he was so opposed to letting her be on top every time. It was the only way she could really let go.
“Terrific,” echoed Cordy. Chandelier-shaking terrific. “That’s what I thought.”
“Where is Angel?”
“I think he went back upstairs,” Cordelia guessed, considering the time. “To bed.”
Unless he was burning the bed covers. That might not make such a good impression on the Slayer. Not to mention the explanation that would follow. “Maybe you should call him later. Y’know, like this afternoon when he’s awake.”
“Nah, I’ll just go on up now.” Buffy missed the flicker of dread on her face, “See you later.”
Hopefully not. “I have a game today.”
Halfheartedly, Buffy pumped a fist in the air. “Go Razorbacks!”
Assuming she was going to end up seeing a lot more of Buffy from now on, Cordelia called out with an idea, “Next week there’s a night game scheduled. We should bring the Tweedles.”
Turning around again, Buffy asked her, “You’re not really going to call them that are you?”
“Not to their faces,” Cordelia grinned as she reached for the carton of milk that was now only half full.
Letting out a snort, Buffy walked up the stairs. Cordelia was dating Angelus. How weird was that!
She reached the second level and felt her Slayer senses pick up a strange vibe in the air. It usually never happened unless there was a vampire around, but she rarely picked up Angel this way unless he was letting his demon loose during a fight. A low grunt sounded as she neared the room.
Then she saw the broken door and started moving faster toward it. An attack? Angel was in some kind of trouble. He needed help.
Buffy leapt over the broken shards of the door and into a fighting stance. Instantly, she realized that Angel was not being attacked. Her jaw dropped. Eyes popped open wide. Frozen in position, she couldn’t move as she watched Angel spread out naked on his bed.
Despite that Angel’s eyes were closed, he was not sleeping. Definitely not. Omigod, he was masturbating, fisting his hard cock, whacking off at a fast pace that left Buffy in a stupor. His engorged flesh appeared bigger than she’d ever noticed. His fingers curled around it. Fist pumping up and down. Hips grinding down and thrusting back.
A growl of frustration rumbled in his throat as if he was striving for a goal just out of reach. Stunned, Buffy had never seen anything that turned her on quite so much. Angel, lying there in all his glory. So perfect, so hard and male. So, so sexy. He was already in the perfect position. All she had to do was rid herself of these clothes and climb on for the ride of her life.
Finding her voice, Buffy cleared her throat, “Need some help with that?”
Angel’s eyes flew open, startled to see Buffy standing there. He hadn’t sensed her approach. Raising himself to his elbows, his erection fell stiff and heavy against his abdomen. Staring at her with topaz eyes, Angel warned huskily, “I don’t think you should be here right now.”
Guilt stabbed deeply. This time because his girlfriend had found him masturbating on while surrounded by Cordelia’s scent. Lucky thing she hadn’t come in a minute ago when he’d been telling his fantasy lover how to please him. He doubted Buffy would be so eager hearing the brunette’s name on his lips.
Pouting, Buffy flashed her wide eyes at him. Sashaying up to the side of the bed, she stroked his muscled arm with a teasing finger. “Don’t you want me?”
She looked certain of his answer and Angel just felt angry at himself. His girlfriend had no clue about what aroused him. But he certainly did. Maybe that should have deflated the situation a little, but Angel remained painfully erect. His own cold hand just wasn’t doing it for him. He needed the warmth, the heat of a woman wrapped around him.
“Take off your clothes,” Angel instructed, deciding to take Buffy up on her offer. He didn’t have to tell her the reason for his actions. As long as he got them both off, it really didn’t matter. Once she was naked, he got off the bed, towering over her and tilting her chin up. When their eyes clashed, hot desire rampant between them, he said, “Just one thing. We’re playing this my way.”
After a move of combined strength and speed that left Buffy face-down on the bed, Angel climbed back on to the mattress, his knees positioned on either side of her legs. Buffy glanced over her shoulder, a spark in her eyes, but she was waiting for his next move, not protesting his use of strength.
There would be none of his usual foreplay today, he decided instantly, seeing that his lover was already wet and ready for him. Reaching for her hips, he raised her ass in the air and then entered her in one hard stroke. Buffy let out a startled cry, but was soon keening under the rhythmic motion of his thrusts.
***
In the dining room below, Cordelia brought another spoonful of Cheerios to her mouth. She glanced up at the tinkling sound above her and noticed that the chandelier was shaking against the ceiling. Suddenly, her appetite was gone. Buffy was right. It was a little too easy to picture what was going on upstairs now that she knew every inch of Angelus’ body and could imagine what Angel looked like.
Thoughts of Angel didn’t wig her out. It was the fact that he was up there with her. Doing things to make the chandelier respond like there was an earthquake. Suddenly wondering about last night, Cordelia figured there might have been a little chandelier shaking when Angelus had her on that bed.
“Lift your skirt,” he’d directed causing her heart to skip excitedly. “I want to taste you.”
That was enough to have her quivering all over. Cordelia did as instructed, lifting her skirt to give Angelus a tantalizing view. She slipped down onto the bed uncaring at that point that it belonged to Angel. She was too focused on the vampire directly in front of her, especially as he started to remove his clothes.
Layer by layer, he revealed what she’d seen in brief flashes. Places she’d touched, but not seen without the restriction of clothing. Watching, she saw him pull his shirt across the broad span of his shoulders, strength apparent in the thick muscles of his arms and chest. Tossing the shirt to the floor, he followed it with shoes and socks, having turned his back to her, no doubt teasing rather than a show of false modesty.
Propped up on the bed by her elbows, Cordelia imagined her hands on his skin or better yet, her lips. The telltale zip preceded the slow descent of his pants revealing his firm, masculine buttocks. A little gasp caught in her throat and Angelus’ head turned just a fraction upon hearing it, a smirk on his lips. The pants hit the floor and he kicked them aside leaving him naked and drool-worthy.
Wide-eyed, her lips gaping in silent awe, Cordelia held her breath as Angelus turned around to face her. Holding eye-contact, she blinked once at the desire sparkling in those dark depths and then let her gaze slip down the length of his aroused body.
“Angelus,” the sound of his name on her lips acted like ripples on the water sending tingles of anticipation through them both.
He stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze as potent as his touch. Just looking at her evoked a thrill inside her. Cordelia felt flushed and aching. That sensual smirk on his face only made her want more of his kisses. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as Angelus moved forward slowly, his hot gaze lingering on the exposed juncture of her thighs before flicking back to hold hers.
As Angelus lowered his body between her legs, Cordelia reached out for him. Her hands roamed across his shoulders and back to clutch him close. Her legs slid along his. Gasping as his hard length butted against her moist center, her hips jerked in sudden response, rolling forward to sustain the contact.
Grabbing his ass with both hands, Cordelia let out a little moue of pleasure as her body aligned so that any tiny move caused him to rub against her sensitive clitoris. A deep chuckle followed his own implicit groan. Then the laughter died as his mouth covered hers. Wild and wet, demanding and deep, as carnal a kiss as Cordelia ever experienced, it left her gasping for more even as her lungs burned for air.
His cool hand cupped her heated face, thumb roving across her swollen lips. “Eager?”
“Obvious much?” Cordelia had never been this excited about doing it. She squeezed his ass, eyes twinkling all the while, and let her hands start roving again.
“Try to temper it,” Angelus kissed the tip of her nose. “I plan to taste every inch of you before I make you mine.”
Those husky words lit up her imagination, stoking the fire on a slow burn inside her. He was right. She was eager. The excitement of their tour made waiting any longer seem torturous. “Now. I want it now.”
Molten lust filled his gaze, long enough for Cordelia to think he was going to give it to her. She writhed against him wanting even closer contact, hissing as her lace-covered nipples rubbed his cool chest and nipping her own lip at the friction along her clit.
Angelus shuddered, his cock twitching in demand that he just follow his instincts to bury himself deep within her. Bucking hard against her, he growled in lusty response at the slick heat scorching his flesh. Still touching her face, he turned it back so that she was looking straight into his eyes again.
“We can fuck anytime, Cor, and we will. Often,” the passionate promise came with an addendum, “but not tonight. We’re going to have sweet vanilla sex right here in this bed.”
Angel’s bed. Fleetingly, the thought came and went. Distracted by the butterfly kisses Angelus planted across her temple, cheeks and jaw, Cordelia forgot all about their location. All too swiftly, she was lost in his kisses, his caresses and the way he felt in her arms.
“I’m going to make love to you,” Angelus whispered in her ear, his lips softly grazing the whorled shell and tugging gently at its fleshy lobe.
Cordelia’s heart fluttered at those words. If only he meant that in more than just a physical way. “Don’t tease me. Don’t say that if you don’t mean…”
“I mean every word,” Angelus sounded a little stunned himself. Normally, he would have been promising sweaty and violent rather than sweet and vanilla sex, but that wasn’t what he wanted for Cordelia. These stupid feelings just got in the way. “You will be mine, Cor, in every way I can make it happen.”
He kissed her lips, tenderly and reverently before saying, “I love you.”
So surprised by his confession, Cordelia could only stare back at him, at a total loss for words. Angelus waited for a moment. No answering declaration came. She read the confusion in his eyes and tried to fix it, but he kissed her words away even as they formed on her lips.
Endless kisses. His cool hands slipping along her heated skin. Hooking a finger under the strap of her bra, pressing his mouth against her shoulder. His legs pinning her to the bed, preventing her movement, driving her wild with the need to circle her hips and rub against him.
Touching him. Hot hands over cool flesh. Muscles flexing under her fingers. That soft growl in her ear, against her skin. Her mouth on his, kissing him back, trying to keep up. Learning what brought that wicked smirk to his lips. Pleading and demanding his skillful touch.
Her cry of relief when his hand cupped her bared breast. “Kiss me,” she gasped out her need to have his mouth on her.
Angelus’ thumb whisked across the fragile areola, its puckering flesh sending out a thousand tingles, her dusky rose nipple budding hard beneath the skimming digit. Cool air blew across it. Cordelia arched up, closer to his mouth. He plumped her firm flesh, lifting his head to tell her, “I love the way you fill my hand.”
Dragging his free hand up to her other breast, still covered by the lacy cup of her bra, Cordelia moaned against his mouth, “Kiss me.”
Tiny kisses trekked across the landscape of her cleavage, little teasing touches on her bare skin here and there. Fingers tracing along the soft edge covering her other breast. She urged him on with her soft moans, his mouth creating tendrils of delight wherever it wandered. Tongue flicking across her distended nipple. Sucking softly, gently tugging at its hidden twin through the thin lace bra.
Her fingernails trailed across his back, weaving through the short strands of his hair. Trying not to hold him steady, wanting him to surprise her with his talented lips and tongue. Hungrily, she watched every touch of his mouth against her sensitive breasts and heard her own mewling pleas echo in her ears.
Pressing her breasts together, Angelus ran his tongue through the deep divide of her cleavage. Lifting his head, cheek to cheek, his tone graveled, “One day, I’ll have you there.”
Angelus’ idea of sweet vanilla came with a few wicked promises. Things that never occurred to her to imagine. Until now.
No sooner had wanton images filled her head, than he kissed her senseless again. He reached beneath her to unfasten her bra, pulling her up to straddle his thighs as he removed the lacy barrier. She smiled somewhat shyly despite their intimate position. Hazel eyes dropped down to his cock and her hand followed.
Softly, tentatively, Cordelia ran her fingertips along the swollen shaft, encircling its thick girth and tugging slowly upward. Her thumb rubbed the underside of the tip peeking from its foreskin. Watching, Angelus muttered his approval, his hands on her thighs, moving with the same pace from knee to hip. “That’s it, baby, just like that.”
Her free hand wound around to his nape, eyes molten honey as she felt him thrust slowly into her grip below. “Now, Angelus? Can it be now?”
Capturing her mouth, Angelus gave her one firm kiss, his hands palming her flushed face. “Getting impatient? I thought you liked playing with your new toy.”
“If it’s mine, I can do what I want with it,” she licked at her lips, still tasting him on her mouth. An impish glint lit her eyes as Cordelia enthusiastically pumped his cock.
Angelus loved her spirit. Beautiful, wanton and playful, Cordelia belonged to him and only him. No matter that he’d love to let her have her way right now, he still had too many plans to wander off course. Though his body tightened with need at her touch, he slowly shook his head to say, “Not yet.”
Shifting, he lay her down upon the bed again, this time with her head toward the top corner, allowing them a long angle. Then Angelus began another slow decent from her mouth, following the same path as before except down the other side of her neck, suckling just hard enough to leave a mark behind.
He teased her breasts this time, nipping at one with his smooth rounded teeth and drawing it deep into his mouth. Then he started flicking at her flesh with his tongue, her nipples aching ridges under the wet velvet onslaught. The dual sensations of his hands and mouth had her head rolling back against the pillow.
When he moved down to her waist, she let out a whimper of protest as his hands left her breasts. Soft gasps soon replaced the objection as his fingers trailed down to the apex of her thighs weaving through soft curls toward the damp heat below.
Crushing the bed covers in her hands, Cordelia tried to hold back the lusty moans that resulted from Angelus’ teasing stimulation. His facile tongue swirled down in her navel. Fingers below gathered her creamy arousal, circling her clit. That predatory rumble sounding in the air and against her hot skin making her crazy with want. Her finger kneading the thick muscles of his shoulders, greedily touching every part of him that she could reach.
One irritant acted as a barrier to their pleasure as Angelus kissed his way down her body. Her skirt still ringed her waist. Cordelia squirmed almost frantically at the loss of his touch as Angelus pulled away.
He made short work of removing it, tossing it somewhere along the foot of the bed, uncaring where it fell. Then reaching up to grab a pillow, he instructed Cordelia, “Lift your bottom.”
Shoving the pillow under her ass raised her hips to a level more suited to pleasuring her. Cordelia’s entire body flushed in anticipation as she watched shifting above her. His eyes kept darting to hers as his hands roamed across the soft skin of her inner thighs. She gulped down a frisson of combined excitement and fear as he stared so closely when his lustful gaze dropped down to her trimmed muff of soft brown curls.
Parting her thighs, Angelus pushed them back to a wide angle, his fingers sliding along the pouting labia already wet with her fragrant secretions. Teasing wickedly, Angelus nuzzled his face in her soft curls, pressing a kiss upon the fleshy mound over her pubic bone.
“Sweet Cordelia cunny,” Angelus looked like he’d just found the main course at a buffet. Her eyes went wide at his words wondering at the reason for that knowing smirk. “You look delicious,” Angelus murmured before lowering his mouth to lick the most inner crease of her leg right where it joined that intimate flesh. Using the flexible tip of his tongue, he drew random designs across that spot and repeated it on the other side.
Cordelia moaned at the sensation. He was close, so close to her core and to her throbbing clitoris, but Angelus seemed intent on teasing her. Every time his tongue flickered closer to her burning center, it floated away leaving her craving his mouth on her.
“Ever had a man’s tongue on your pussy?” Nuzzling his face in the soft curls, Angelus pressed a kiss upon the fleshy mound over her pubic bone and then bit into it gently with his curved teeth.
A yelp of surprise came from Cordelia’s throat as she raised her head to meet his devilish gaze and then told him no. “My boyfriends never…,” the words stuck in her throat as she watched a smile curled his lips and he returned to slide his lips across the soft petals of her sex.
Cordelia flopped back, head hitting the pillow, eyes closed tight as her body reeled in reaction. A startled cry escaped as that cool tongue touched her there. Her hands gripped the pillow as she alternated moans with whispered pleas. She arched hard against his face with her hips, needing him to taste her.
Opening his mouth, Angelus licked her tender flesh from bottom to top, letting his tongue dance across her clitoris. Fingers circled and rubbed along her outer labia. That skillful tongue darting along the folds. Pulling the soft skin into his mouth, he nibbled at it with his lips before opening her further. Thrusting his tongue deep and rhythmically.
“Don’tstopdon’tstop!” Cordelia thrashed her head against the pillow, holding it tight.
Unbidden, Angelus moaned against her pussy, the sound waves vibrating against her intimate flesh as he lapped up every honeyed drop his tongue could gather.
Broad and flat, his tongue swept back up to her clitoris to curl around the tight little nub. Brushing up and down the erect clit. Giving it one sharp tap with his fingertip before sliding one and then another thick finger into her tight heat.
He roamed across her silken flesh lapping up her juices and gently flicking his tongue here and there. Always returning to her sensitive clitoris, he continually surprised her each time he touched or licked it. With a quick little suck, he pulled it into his mouth and let go eliciting another moan from Cordelia whose continuous little cries filled the air around them.
Cordelia tried to focus, to watch what he was doing to her, his dark head planted between her thighs. Then his eyes met hers, some instinct telling him that she was looking. That bottomless gaze a well of love and lust. Breathing erratically, his wet intimate kisses left her panting as she reached a sudden threshold. Angelus slipped his thumbs inside her wet core leaving his fingers free to stimulate her outer lips. With a growl of delight, he suckled aggressively on her exposed clit.
A short scream pierced the air, incoherent gibberish following as she bucked upward coming hard. Cordelia grabbed his hair with her fists finding herself rocking her hips up to his mouth. Moving her crotch back and forth with the pace of his sliding thumbs. Somewhere in the midst of screaming out her orgasm, his name became a mantra on her lips.
Keeping his head pressed against her, Cordelia clung to him, now rotating her hips slowly. His tongue pressed along the underside of her clit holding his lips over the top, holding his thumbs in a gentle stretch as her juices sluiced over them. Cordelia continued to convulse with wave after wave of pleasure until finally, Angelus eased away from her sensitive clitoris and removed his thumbs from inside her.
Cordelia turned her heavy-lidded gaze upon him seeing the lust echoed in his eyes. Rising to his knees, his hard body sculpted with muscles and his rigid erection came into view. Angelus wrapped his hands around his rampant cock, keeping his eyes on her as she watched him. Her hot cream coated his fingers and now shined slickly as he rubbed it over his hard flesh.
“See something you want?” Angelus needed her to say it, his body tense.
The demanding plea flew to her lips, “I want you inside me.”
He swirled the tip of his cock against her clit causing her to hiss and shudder at that final tease. Then the broad tip nudged against her opening. Cordelia held her breath, wide-eyed as Angelus’ hands slipped along her legs to grasp her hips. Hot need raged in his eyes as he stared back, penetrating slowly as she adjusted to his girth.
Cordelia reached out to him, wanting him closer. He thrust forward in one smooth movement and penetrating deep. With the urgent panic of a pinned butterfly, she instinctively tried to wriggle free. The burning slide of his cock against her inner walls trailed fire in its wake. With the second thrust, the world closed down around them as Angelus shifted his body to cover hers.
Holding himself there, Angelus dipped his head into the crook of her neck, resting his forehead against her throat. Fighting for some control fast slipping away under the sensation of her pulsing heat surrounding him. He wanted to fuck her into the mattress, throw her legs over her head and see what cheerleader flexibility was all about.
For an instant, it was all he considered. Until he felt the gentle caress of her palms sliding over his skin. Only he wanted other things as well. Wanted her soft mouth moaning pleas against his lips, wanted the hard tips of her breasts against his chest and wanted to bring her to a slow, stirring orgasm she would feel the rest of the night.
If only he could wait that long. His hands slid over Cordelia’s skin damp with tiny beads of perspiration glistening across her golden flesh. Her legs locked around him, heels digging in with an urgency that neared his own. Hot air against his ear as Cordelia breathed out her feelings, “I love you, too.”
His head snapped up, acknowledging her words with the hungry claim of her lips. A hand buried in the tendrils of her hair. Their mouths sliding, opening, taking each other as their bodies rocked together. Finding a rhythm. Consumed by hot, clenching need and bound by emotions that tied his unbeating heart to her, Angelus held on to his precious possession.
“Cor,” an apologetic sound cracked his voice even as the primal gleam of gold lit his eyes. Hips pivoting, Angelus lost himself inside her.
Above her, he was hard and heavy, surrounding her in a cage of flesh and bone she had no intention of escaping. Soft feminine warmth absorbing the steady impact of Angelus’ muscular body and his repeated thrusts. Loins throbbing as her tight sheath surrounded him.
Cool and wet, his tongue lapped at her salty skin, tasting the sheen on her shoulder, the dip of her cleavage, the hollow of her throat. One large hand curled around her hip, holding her steady as his cock pistoned inside her addictive heat. Bumping into her clit, setting off tiny explosions of ecstasy. Grinding hard and feeling the response as her inner muscles tensed against each departure.
Cordelia moaned for more, her palms smoothing out the muscles of his back as they flexed under her touch. He arched as his hips curled to a new angle, his free hand ripping out the pillow crushed beneath her bottom. Tossing it away where it bounced off the wall and back onto the bed at a haphazard angle.
Sizzling pleasure trailed across her skin with every touch, with each kiss. Cordelia unlocked her legs from around him, angling them higher, her hips now meeting his every thrust. Careless of the hard contact. Each banging beat bringing her closer to him.
Angelus’ heady voice sounded in her ear promising wicked pleasures and delights. She scored his back with her nails, reaching down to palm his ass. The tight muscles flexing under her palms as he fucked her in that untiring rhythm. Heat licked at her insides, the tension building exponentially.
Smoldering lust met her excited stare, both recognizing the approach of the ultimate pleasure. Cordelia wrapped her arms around him, relishing in the strength and power of his body, restrained and unleashed in such controlled measures. Her body milked him from within. Muscles gripping and clenching in ways out of her control, that left her reeling with the sensation of his rigid shaft filling her up.
A dark moan rose from his chest as Angelus felt his body tighten, the drive toward ecstasy so close he could taste it in the air. He buried his head back in the nook of her neck, nuzzling against the heady pulse. Lips brushing that spot. Tongue dragging across the thudding beat. Mouth closing over it, sealing his lips against her fragile skin.
Cordelia’s hands slipped upward. One on his nape and the other clutching the short, damp strands of his hair. She felt a tug against her throat, a soft suction and the swipe of his tongue. All the while, Angelus fucked her even harder, until she barely noticed the gleam in his eyes as he stared down at her neck. His howl of satisfaction roared in her ears as he came.
His vocal climax toppled Cordelia over the brink of her own orgasm, her body singing its pleasure in a thousand measures. A cry on her own lips as she held him close and he rode her steadily until he’d eked out every last shudder her body could give.
Falling back against the pillows, Cordelia felt Angelus’ weight upon her. Heavy and delicious against her. Then rolling over, he pulled her with him, the damp tendrils of her tumbled hair sticking to her face. Curling against him, she tucked one leg around his and let her hand roam across his chest.
After a long moment of silence, Cordelia’s eyes darted up to his. Guessing correctly, her words were more comment than accusation, “You gave me a hickey, didn’t you.”
Angelus glanced down at the purple bruise marring her otherwise perfect throat. “It’s temporary. I can’t mark you the way I want too. Tonight, this will have to suffice.”
Circling her fingertip around one of his small brown nipples, Cordelia gave a little grunt of understanding. She rested her head on his chest, still lazily toying with him as he held her in his arms. Thoughts filled with flashbacks of everything they had done.
A sudden laugh gurgled in her throat, one she tried to swallow. It came out as a loud snort. Cordelia smirked, muttering against his skin, “So much for vanilla.”
“The tour isn’t over, baby,” Angelus reminded Cordelia that they still hadn’t made it to the third floor. “We can try any flavor you like.”
