Reckless Abandon

Willow contemplated the toes of her shoes as she wondered for the umpteenth time if she’d completely lost her mind. Here she was, normally shy, sweet, dependable Willow, waiting in a hotel room for her demon lover. Nobody would believe it. *She* had trouble believing it.

Last week, walking home from late night research at the library, Angelus had approached her. Sensibly, she’d been terrified…initially. She wasn’t clear on what happened next…it was too surreal. Angelus walked with her, flirted with her…before she knew it, they were kissing…a lot. Libidinous, hormonal, mysterious things stole her common sense. Now she was guilt ridden and lying to her friends by day and a monkey sex having nymphomaniac by night…with the enemy, no less.

She didn’t have the slightest idea where this thing with Angelus was going and it was so erotic and amazing, she didn’t care. She was acutely aware that her life was in danger, but for once she was going to just enjoy and live her life with reckless abandon. Yep, ‘damn the consequences’ was her new motto. It was liberating and uncomplicated; things she’d desperately craved.

A key sounded in the door and Willow’s stomach did a flip flop.

Angelus opened the door and gave her a knee-weakening smile. “Hi, Baby,” he said as he strolled over to her and took her face in his hands. Gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs, he asked, “Any trouble slipping away tonight?”

“No,” she murmured shaking her head. His nearness always suffused her with tingles…her body and her brain, thinking and speaking were greatly hindered.

“Good.” Bending down to kiss her, he whispered, “Undress for me,” then he roughly crushed her mouth with his.

When his lips left hers, she savored their bruised feel and obeyed him. It was unnerving to do the things he asked, but every time it had been worth it. Angelus had backed up, his eyes never leaving her, and laid down on the bed. The dark, erotic expression he wore gave her confidence. She peeled her clothes off, doing her best to be provocative. His heated gaze said it was working.

“Come here,” He quietly commanded when she was completely undressed. He unbuttoned his shirt and undid his pants. Sitting up, he told her to remove his boots and leather pants. Willow silently acquiesced as he took off his shirt and tossed it onto a chair.

Pulling her to stand between his legs, he admired the bruises and scratches he’d previously left on her smooth skin. Caressing them almost reverently, he asked, “Willow, what’s between us?”

She had no idea what response he was looking for. Wanting to please him, but not knowing how, she simply said, “Sex?”

Angelus began to stroke her inner thigh. She was frightened and excited, a delicious combination, especially combined with her own marvelous scent. Pulling her down to sit on his lap, he soothed her aching, swollen folds with deft fingers. “Is that all? I know you’re not *that* naïve Willow.”

His touch had her mindless with need, she was finding it difficult to grasp the meaning of his words. He buried his face in her neck and she shivered as she whispered, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Grazing her supple neck with his fangs as he penetrated her with one finger, he murmured, “Okay. Then, what does the bite on your neck mean?” With painful slowness, he began to slide his long finger in and out of her.

Panting, she gasped out, “Um, you marked me.”

He sank his fangs into the mark and tasted her, “Yes, I did. Mmm, your blood is so sweet. The mark also signifies that you belong to me.” He inserted a second finger and moved them in tandem, the way he knew she liked it.

Willow whimpered from the effects of his mouth and hand. Even in the throes of lust, the implications of his words chilled her. For a while he kept her on the brink with his hand as he delicately licked and sucked at the small amount of blood sweeping from the wound.

That he could feed from her life’s essence furthered her confusion. What did all this mean? Why was she a willing participant? Her body hungered for him on such a primal level, making clarity regarding Angelus impossible. He said she belonged to him. Did she? Suddenly he swept her into his arms, tossing her to the center of the bed.

The malevolent gleam in his feral gold eyes before he entered her savagely froze her jumbled thoughts in their tracks. Now she just *felt*. Felt fangs sinking into her breast, felt his hands pressing hers into the mattress, felt his hips bruising her thighs as he thrust his cock into her. And she felt herself being swallowed whole by him…mind, body and soul. She keened as she came from the erotic brutality…the orgasm went on and on until she was just a quivering mass.

She didn’t know exactly what it meant to belong to Angelus. But she did know there was no going back. She couldn’t live without *this* even if she wanted to.

Angelus moved his hands to her thighs, shoving them to her chest as he pistoned himself into her, flooding her with his cold seed. After riding out the shudders, he bent down to softly kiss Willow’s lips. Pulling back slightly, he said in a quietly menacing tone, “All that you are belongs to me.”

He laid down and gathered her into his arms with her head resting on his shoulder, his fingers running through the strands of her silky long hair soothingly.

“Yes,” Willow said quietly before she was lulled to sleep by his sated purring.

The end