death incarnate & night triumphant

Somewhere in his mind, he was in utter shock at the way she rises to the challenge, the way she keeps her words entirely level. This fragile creature, remade physically strong, how she always surprised him, something Andras would be mulling over come the morning. Even when his envy overflows from him, even when he snarls that he didn't care who he was, Lani bites back, entirely calling him out on his bullshit. He should feel ashamed, would feel ashamed soon enough. "I don't particularly care to hear another man's name on your lips," he grounds out, swirling, rage filled eyes darting down to her mouth before his gaze is lifted, matching her stare with a blaze. The fae lord was ready to launch himself skyward, head back to that blasted restaurant and splatter the man on the walls. So, so ready, until Lani declares that it had only ever been him. He's brought back to the present, his entire body stilling, though his shadows continue to creep through Lani's curls, playing with the strands, brushing across her cheeks, her lips. Staring at her, that very rage faltering, he sucks in a ragged breath, demanding she say it again. When she repeats her words, Andras can feel the rage slipping away, vanishing on a phantom wind, even as he is filled with such a sudden emotional change.

Desire coils through him, so swift and so heavy, Andras sucking in another breath as he holds her gaze. He could read, feel, Lani's own desire, the love that so wafted through that invisible bond between them. He's stuck between pulling away and crushing her against him and yet, he refused to take that decision away from her, no matter how badly his instincts told him to simply take her. So when she asks if she needs to prove it, Andras, the bastard he was, can't help for the breathless word to come slipping out of his lips. He couldn't take it back, didn't want to take it back though, even if that made him a horrible immortal. His fingers curl into fists, still planted on either side of her head as that very hand she has planted on his chest begins to move higher, her body closer as she presses plush against him. Her warm body, how he would never get tired of it. Still, he's frozen to the spot as she holds his gaze, Andras's dark hazel eyes still swirling, still dark and yet, that wasn't rage filling his features anymore, it was wicked lust that danced through his eyes.

Her hand was torturously slow as she slides it up his bare chest, up his shoulder and slipping it behind his neck. Andras hardly breathes as her other hand comes up, tracing the lines of his abdomen, eyes completely locked on her as she lifts up on her toes, her face coming closer as their breath mingles. When she softly brushes her lips against his, it completely shatters him, her soft lips on his, how desperately he wanted her, broken pieces and all. Still though, Andras doesn't move, the grip on his control lessening by the second, Lani completely destroying him as she presses a second kiss to his lips, harder than the previous and when she nips at his bottom lip, he groans, a sound so guttural and primal. His leash snaps, as he takes a step forward, his half naked body, pressing Lani against the wall roughly. His hands still curled into fists, planted against the bricks. He still had a good sense to keep his hands off her, knowing full well he would be unable to stop touching her if he did so. But... the little minx was making it impossible to have a rational thought, especially as her tongue slips into his mouth. The soft moan that escapes her, sends a flood of desire down his spine.

When she pulls away, he can't help but release a disapproving sound, he did not want that space between them but he allows it, his head leaning forward against her, hands still aching to touch her as their ragged breathing fills the silence of the alleyway. His whole body shudders at the contact of her fingers, the way they tease the skin at the waistband of his pants. Sucking in a breath, he bites back a growl, his heavy lidded gaze watching her with such desire and longing. Her words send the faintest of smiles curling on his sensuous mouth, "Maybe," he tells her huskily. Leaning forward, he plants a soft kiss on her lips, before making a trail of soft kisses down her cheek, her shoulder. He allows his tongue to flick out, tasting her skin as he travels to her shoulder, teeth grazing the sensitive skin and still, he doesn't allow himself to touch her. "What do you want, Lani?" He murmurs against her shoulder, his lips still brushing across the line of her shoulder, before traveling up her neck once more. He had asked her once, all those years ago in the cabin, telling him she wanted him and moments later, admitting she was a virgin. It had killed him to not take her then, but her human body, he did not think he could take her without hurting her. So he tortured himself, playing her body like an instrument and not allowing any physical touch himself.

That very memory sends another flood of wanton desire through him as he pins her with his hips, his hardness pressing against her, aching, pulsating. Nipping at her neck, his warm breath caresses her skin, those very hands uncurling from fists as he grips the wall, more brick crumbling beneath those finger tips as he restrains himself. He did not think he could walk away now, should she say no, should she not want him in that way, he would find the power in himself to leave, to walk away. But, he needed her to know, to understand what exactly tonight would entail, "If you say yes," he pauses, his teeth still nibbling her neck in between kisses, "I don't think I can stop," he tells her, lips traveling back up to her cheek, her lips. Planting a soft kiss on her delicate lips, he pulls away slightly, watching the way his shadows curl around them both, a single tendril reaching out, tracing the line of those luscious lips, teasing with such gentle touches.

Andras Steinhello darling