Forbidden
Kendra began to fight in earnest. Angelus soft
dark laughter filled her ears as he fended her off easily, almost
lazily. Furious, her nails raked across his cheek drawing blood
and Angelus hissed.
"That's right lover, take me."
Kendra stilled at the words and stared in horror at the creature
above her. Fighting turned him on? Then fighting wasn't the
answer. Not fighting was no solution either. How soon would she
acquiesce if she didn't fight? Her body was ready to betray her
at any moment. A shiver raced through her as she took note of the
dark gleam in the chocolate eyes that watched her. She shook her
head, frantically, no- not fighting did not mean she was giving
in, helping, agreeing... her thoughts slowed to a stutter as she
watched him trail soft kisses down her neck, over her collarbone.
His eyes never left hers, as he made his way to her full breasts,
taking first one, then the other into his mouth. She could feel
him smile around her nipple when she gasped at the feel of his
cold tongue swirling around it, then pulling oh so softly with
just enough pressure so that she felt the tug deep in her belly.
He bit down, capturing her pebbled nipple between sharp teeth,
leaving the skin intact and her mouth opened wide on a silent
intake of breath. He had her and they both knew it.
He let the hand that rested on her belly slide into the tight
silky curls that hid her from his view. He remembered the way she
had glistened, slick with her own juices, in the moonlight. He
pulled her leg over his hip, as he slid first one finger into her
and then another, and the silent intake of breath became a moan.
Kendra's eyes closed in shame. She hadn't meant to be wet. She
hadn't meant to grip him so fully, his thick fingers far better
than her own working, exploring her heat. She certainly never
meant to come. But his thumb pushed gently against her clitoris,
as the two long fingers pushed against the mysterious mound
inside and her head went back, she came with a cry strangled but
true.
Gently, Angelus slid over her, satisfied to see her staring at
him from liquid pools of dark chocolate, puzzled but unresisting.
His fingers were still sliding in and out of her and her hips
moved gently with the rhythm he set. Her eyelids fluttered closed
as she summoned the will to fight, hard to do when all she could
think of was the magic his hands were creating twisting gently to
the right, then the left pulling away, then sliding in until she
was mindlessly following, her hips arching for more. Despite her
every intention, her knees drew up in invitation, opening her
wider, granting him access. He withdrew his fingers, eliciting a
whimper from the dark beauty spread beneath him.
He smiled his satisfaction this time, as he slid his hungry cock
into her waiting, wanting pussy.
