death incarnate & night triumphant

The way the woman so daringly touched his wing sent such fire burning through his body. He allowed no one the pleasure of brushing their fingers against those appendages, those wings entirely too sensitive. During the many battles he fought, he had always been trained to protect those wings first. He had known many faeries through his lifetime that tended to act first and question later, typically it never worked out well for the curiosity ones. How did that silly human saying go? Curiosity killed the cat? Though, it was entirely different with her soft fingers brushing across that bone in his wing, it coursed through him with such a fierce desire he had to scramble to find that control within himself. Andras's mind had gone blank in those moments as his eyes roll closed, his body shuddering at her fingertips. It was perhaps a good thing that Lani didn't push it, didn't stroke those bat-like appendages more or this might have gone very different. The Fae man was barely holding on by a thread and the only thing he could do to get himself back under control was to touch her.

And touch her is just what he did as his hand slides up her shirt, stroking that soft skin there, only to reach those more intimate parts of her body. Flicking her, Lani whimpers on cue as Andras's lips descend on her once more, devouring those sounds she so made. How he loved to make her make those sounds. It was perhaps such male satisfaction that so courses through him as the woman clings to him, calling his name with those ragged tones. When he removes his hand from her breasts, he travels slowly down her abdomen, undoing that button before his hands slip beneath that waistline, his fingers immediately finding her core, groaning into her lips at what he finds there. Again his name falls from her lips and Andras urges her on, her own hips moving into his hands as he plays her expertly, wanting to hear all those sounds Lani was capable of. The man only moves his fingers faster, going so far as to slip a digit into her as she becomes louder, her entire body tensing beneath him.

Pressing his lips ferociously against her, he can feel that shuddering a woman's body is so capable of as she stiffens her legs, Andras providing another groan into her mouth as he pushes her farther. He could tell she was almost there by the way her body clutched tightly around him, the sounds she made growing louder and before he knows it, her hand tightens around his arm as she shouts his name in ecstasy as she shatters around his fingers. He works his fingers through that pleasure, stopping when she finally falls limp within his arms, his hand remaining a touch longer before he removes them from her pants, only to slide an arm over her side and pull her closer, pressing another kiss to her lips. Andras's member is straining against his pants, perfectly defined in those tight slacks, but for now, he was hardly worried about it, though his mind is gripped with lust. Instead, he allows those hazel eyes to glance down at Lani, searching her features with perhaps a bit of wariness, did he go too far? And yet, he looks down at her, his gaze finally softening though there is a fierce desire boiling in those dark hazel eyes.

When she is finally coherent enough to speak, her words are still broken and tired and Andras can't help but keep that arrogant grin off his lips as he plants a kiss on her forehead. "I am beyond please to know that I am the first man to make you feel that way,"Andras murmurs against her forehead before pulling back to look down at her, his other hand playing idly in her blonde locks. "You should sleep, Lani darling," he tells her, pulling the woman closer to tuck her head beneath his chin, wrapping her warm body in his strong arms, his wing engulfing them further to block out that light, though, he's careful not to touch her with it, knowing full well he would push this farther than he should. Yet, he's hardly worried that Lani would have the energy to... entice him further. She was completely limp within his arms and the man merely wanted this to last a little longer. His fingers trace patterns along the skin of her back in a soothing manner as he puts his lips on top of her head, "Sleep, Lani," he commands, those deep baritones rumbling in his chest.

Andras Steinhello darling