SEIZE THE NIGHT (11/?)
 

Angel couldn't believe she, some fledge not even a month old, had beaten
him. He was over two hundred fifty yet he had fallen like a new born. He
felt her tongue run along his lips, her teeth biting his lower lip and
sucking on the drops of blood. He whimpered slightly, pushing up against
her. She was so very strong. He was more excited than he could ever
remember being in the last century at least. He couldn't move his arms
at all, she had them pinned at his side. The power was coming off of her
waves and it excited him. He loved the game...had missed it more than he
had ever realized.
 

Willow was having fun. She had him completely at her mercy. She had
never felt so much strength. She loved the taste of his blood. So
rich..so strong. She let her tongue slide into his mouth, her
fingernails digging into his wrists. She heard him whimper like a puppy
and smiled against his lips. She had caused that. The thought made her
even more wet than she had been. She pulled her mouth free, her eyes
taking in his bloodied lip, the lust filled dark gaze that watched her
cautiously, the flare of his nostrils as his arousal completely took
over his entire being. She stood up, her eyes running lazily over him.
"Strip."
 

Angel sat up, his tongue running over his lower lip. He heard her demand
and contemplated refusing. He saw the look of desire in her green eyes
along with something much more interesting. Love. She had affection for
him. He wondered when that had happened. The connection between them,
Darla's blood, pulled at him and he knew he would not...could
not..refuse. He stood, his eyes not leaving hers. He pulled the shirt
over his head, revealing his muscular chest. He saw her eyes wander over
him and felt pride at the arousal he saw. He smirked at her as he began
to unfasten his pants. He let them fall, lifting first one leg and then
other until they lay on the floor. His cock stood out proud, hard and
aching. He resisted the urge of taking her and waited...wanting to see
what the next step of the game was.
 

Willow would have smiled at the vision of this handsome man nude except
black socks wanting her. She smiled, the control she had over him
surprising her. From what she had heard, Angelus always wanted to be in
control. The soul must have lightened him up a bit. She moved close to
him, her hand running over his chest. She let her fingers play in the
small scatterring of hair that led down to his thick cock. She saw him
stiffen his body as her fingernails ran along his length.
 

She allowed one to wipe the drop of liquid from his tip. She brought
that finger to her mouth, her eyes still searing into his. She licked it
clean, making appropriate sounds to let him know she enjoyed his taste.
She saw his eyes darken and knew she was pushing him...pushing the
master demon known as Angelus. She loved riding this edge. Not knowing
when it would finally be too much. His own self control was amazing. She
hoped one day to have his discipline.
 

"Strip me" she ordered huskily, her eyes shining with mischief. That
night she would lose her virginity to Angel. To her mum's favorite
childe...her older brother. It somehow seemed unavoidable. They were
meant for each other. Darla had seen that. It had just taken them a bit
longer to realize it. The room was filled with electricity and heat. It
amazed her that two cold creatures such as themselves could give off so
much heat. She was on fire from his eyes...from his touch. She was wet
and waiting for his claiming...when she allowed it. She saw him look at
her unsure, as though he hadn't heard her correctly. She smiled softly,
her eyes burning into his, "Strip me."
 

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