All it had taken was thirty minutes for all those weak walls to come crumbling down until there was nothing left- not even any evidence of rubble - to hold back the waves that had been crashing, relentless and thundering, against the barriers she had built to keep the memories and the feelings at arm's length for three long, torturous years. Everything she'd fought against, worked so desperately to bury somewhere deep within the darkest parts of her past self lay to slumber for what had felt like an entire lifetime all came rushing over her like a flash flood. Every drop of love and desire borne from what she'd once believed to be nothing more than a fantasy given life by foolish, wistful thinking was washing over her like the wildest of tropical storms. It fell over and all around her like rain, warm and... freeing. For the first time in longer than the fae woman can remember, she does not feel the ache which has always plagued her, followed her everywhere she went a shadow that never disappeared even when there was no sunlight. There are no tears pooling somewhere behind those eyes of clear summer skies, just one unbidden thought away from escaping her gaze and falling over fair-skinned cheeks. It was like that weight which had clutched her very life essence so tightly that she'd so often felt like no air was finding her lungs, leaving her metaphorically grasping for air even though she wasn't truly drowning - not in water, anyway. Over the years, she'd been falling further and further away from her true self, warring against the future that had been uncertain only for it to become dark and empty as she'd looked into the abyss of immortality. With each day that had passed, the fae woman had begun to learn how to adapt, to live with the pain she carried in her heart and soul. She'd spent hours upon hours practicing how to smile in a fashion that would be convincing enough to let her parents and Ellie believe that she would be okay despite how utterly broken she still felt even as the months came and went. How absolutely painful these past years have been, and though it had been a painstakingly slow process just to build those walls around herself, she'd never really felt as though her soul was healing. She'd always felt as though there was some gaping hole within her, an emptiness at the very core of her crying out in words she couldn't hear. And, for the longest time, she'd been certain that all she needed was to cut him out of her heart. Before she'd returned to the city, she'd been almost entirely certain that all she had to do in order to heal was bury all the memories, forget how his lips had tasted against hers, and the sound of his heartbeat so deeply within that forgotten part of herself that they'd never be able to find her again.

Now, as she loses herself in the heat of pure and primal desire so unlike anything she'd ever felt, Lani realizes how wrong she'd been. Somewhere within the fae woman, as the despair and desolation once so tightly wrapped around her heart seems to so abruptly burns under the flames igniting every part of her until only ash remained, she knows that only Andras could fill that emptiness.

In a word, it was indescribable, the way he ripped through her and brought to life something so... ravenous. Beneath every kiss, she was left both quenched and starving for more. His lips were utterly intoxicating, driving the fire set loose upon every part of her body, mind, and soul that it swept her away into a state of absolute, instinctive yearning. The feeling of strong, calloused hands on her hips was not enough. Each kiss didn't last long enough. And, despite the fact that her slender frame was pressed entirely flush against his, there was entirely too much distance between them. Somewhere in the fierce need of him, a restlessness begins to stir within Lani, as though it were a wild cat pacing the confines of its cage impatiently under the expectancy of freedom. It shows through the soft moans that called out to him, simultaneously pleading and demanding as he very nearly devoured her in the alleyway moments before taking to the skies and soaring through the night air with long, sweeping strokes of those massive, bat-like wings carrying them ever closer to his townhouse. She can hardly help the sultry smile lost in tousled blonde hair as they descend, but the flicker of satisfaction that he was teetering on that edge just as she was is lost entirely as their lips lock together eagerly. If it hadn't been for that restlessness within the fae woman only rising ever closer to the surface, Lani might have felt almost sorry for that unfortunate door unknowingly standing between the two fae and that place they sought so fervently. With one swift movement from Andras and the sudden snapping, creaking sound of wood splintering and tearing from the place it had been fastened to, the fae man wastes no time carrying her into the foyer, hardly bothering to put forth further effort to close the door behind them. Instead, and much to Lani's delight, he moves swiftly up the stairs in nothing short of determined lust as one wing snags several hanging items from their resting place. Perhaps the fae woman might have wondered for a moment if there were any neighbors close enough to hear the commotion they were surely causing, but she was entirely too lost in the taste of his lips and the warmth of his strong grip on her thighs to allow even a fleeting thought to pull her away from the flames that engulfed them both. They are both left in breathless desire as he places her on the ground, Lani entirely content in letting him decide which way her slender frame would turn, a soft, breathless grasp pulled from between sensually parted blush-colored lips as she feels him against her back, his fingers beginning to finally eliminate those frustrating fabrics that kept her skin from fully meeting his own. He breathes huskily, heavily into her ears and it's then that the sultry smile upon her lips only blossoms, baby blue eyes glittering impishly. Truly, if she were a wild cat, a purr would be rumbling in her throat at this new nickname ushered in his lustful tenor tones.

He hardly needed any words to tell the fae woman that he was enjoying the sultry boldness that seems to have taken over, nor did she need to see a wicked simpler upon his face to know that it excited the predator that stared hungrily at her from those dark and lustful hazel depths. She could feel it against her senses, in the heaviness of his scent that mingled in passionate harmony with her own, and in the warmth of his breath against her skin.

A delighted moan slips from her as he nips at her ear, moving to release her from the dress that felt almost like a binding in this moment. He pauses all too soon and suddenly before deciding them that she had an important call to make. In this realization, that nearly drowned out sensibleness manages to scratch at the surface of her consciousness. Andras was right. If the huntress didn't hear from Lani soon, things would escalate like they nearly had las time she'd unexpectedly ended up at his home. At his beckoning while she begins scrolling through her phone for Ellie's number, a sultry smile echoing her own, Lani slips into the space between his strong legs. Entirely pleased with that sudden pull closer to him, baby blue eyes locked with hazel, she nearly misses the abrupt end to the dial tone as her friend's voice echoes into her ear. Just as she greets the huntress, Lani can see the wicked expression he gives her then. For a moment, the fae woman can very nearly feel the wicked thoughts flickering within his predatory stare, his hands snaking slowly along her thighs all but choking her voice as she attempts to assure her friend that she was alright."Wait, you're with Andras now? What happened to the blind date guy?", the huntress asks, her voice clearly surprised at this revelation. The fae woman attempts to steady her breathing beneath the rapid beating of her heart and the fire that burns through her. Now, she genuinely regrets having not just texted Ellie with a brief explanation to where she was and that she would tell the huntress everything Monday."I don't really wanna talk about th -", she starts saying then, her voice faltering at the feeling of that dress falling into a heap around her heeled feet, the soft snarl of the fae man entirely distracting. What a cruel creature he could be... and how terribly the desire in her reveled at it in this moment.."You couldn't wait to see me naked for one more moment?"... She smiles coyly down at Andras then, sending that teasing thought towards him, knowing full well he would hear it. And yet, it made this conversation all the more difficult."That", she finishes then. When the fae woman informs Ellie that she would be staying with Andras for the weekend, the huntress seems to be stifling what Lani could only imagine was a gasp of surprise."You're staying with him? For the entire weekend!?", the honey-blonde woman exclaims, and if Lani hadn't known any better, she would swear there was a giddiness in her words. She was about to confirm this with her friend when delicately pointed ears catch the murmured words from the fae man, that sultry smile finding her lips again her her heart flutters and those flames burn hotter as his lips press softly, passionately against her stomach before his teeth brush against sensitive skin."Yes", is all she manages to answer with, stifling the moan that desperately rose within her.

She felt the frail, tattered remains of her attempt at maintaining some semblance of composure slipping away by the second already, and she was only a few moments into this damned phone call. Again, she chides herself for having decided to call Ellie instead of sending her a text. If she would have done that, Lani was entirely certain that she would not be very nearly collapsing beneath that desire that was threatening overwhelm her any moment.

Her hips can feel his grip tighten then, the fae man forcing her to take a step back as he falls to his knees before her. What was he up to?"I'll be home Monday evening", she adds, suddenly remembering that she was still on the phone with her friend."Why? What's Monday evening? Is he taking you somewhere this weekend?", the huntress asks, practically rapid firing questions at the fae woman who could, at this current time, hardly manage to think of how to answer the first one."It's job related. He's giving me -", she begins to explain before Andras's devilish grin has her stopping mid-sentence as he moves lower, gripping the black lace thong she'd taken from her wardrobe in Somnia all those years ago in his teeth and dragging it down her slender legs, all while keeping his lustful gaze locked with hers. A soft 'mmmm' ushers breathlessly from her lips before she can catch it."Lani? Are you okay? He's giving you what?", Ellie's voice prods her senses then, managing to retrieve the fae woman's steadily weakening focus, the softest flush coloring her cheeks."Oh, yeah, sorry. He's giving me a job at the museum he runs. So... you know, training and such", she says quickly and far from gracefully. Stars above, he was torturing her... and enjoying every moment of it, this much she could see rather plainly, and she would be lying if she said that she in turn did not feel those waves of desire threatening to have her figuratively collapsing beneath it. Suddenly, his gaze is torn away from her, lingering on her womanhood for a fleeting moment before placing a kiss upon her, the very touch of his lips sending fire through her blood all over again. It is immediately followed by another, a third... and then his arms wrap themselves around her legs and entirely trapping her against him as the fae man begins to ravage her with his tongue. Moving the phone from her face and pressing it against her chest, she has to support herself by placing her other hand on his shoulder as a breathless gasp of pleasure rips through her, Lani entirely helpless against the electricity that and heat seizes her."Andras...", she groans quietly, baby blue eyes fluttering beneath the fire roaring through her stomach down to her knees."Lani? Lani, are you there?", came the muffled and distance voice of the honey-blonde woman, the fae woman having momentarily yet entirely forgetting about the phone in her other hand that was pressed into her chest, hopefully managing to deafen the very things that Lani was on the edge of crying out. Clumsily, she moves the phone back up to her face."Yes, I'm here, sorry... I, uh, dropped the phone", she says, attempting to stifle the breathlessness in her voice. Gods, please don't let her have heard any of that. She wasn't sure how much longer she would manage to hang on, so her mind starts searching for a way to end the conversation as quickly as possible lest she succumb the pleasurable torture the fae man was so wickedly subjecting her to.

Both relieved and disappointed when the fae man ceases his delicious torment of her slender frame, Andras is on his feet in a moment, that wicked expression shifted into something entirely consumed by lust. He takes the phone from her then, promptly informing the huntress that Lani was unavailable, those tenor tones husky as he ends that call. At last. He tosses the phone onto a nearby chair then, predatory gaze set fiercely upon her and returned by the fae woman.

Again, she's captured in his arms, her smile consumed by impish desire and lust as he turns her slender frame and tosses her gently onto his bed. Lani doesn't have even a moment to even contemplate moving teasingly away from Andras as he crawls onto the bed, those magnificent wings of his flared over her, his delicious tenor tones nearly growling down to her as he successfully cages her beneath him. She bats long, dark lashes over glittering baby blue playfully, impishly up at him."What makes you think I'd want to?", she asks, her sultry voice feigning innocence, even though she truly wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world. His words caress her senses again, fingers trailing down her chest as he mentions the discarded lace on the ground. Suddenly, with his next words, the fae man grasps at the strapless bra and shreds it in seconds. A hiss of pleasure ushers from him as hazel eyes look upon her bare breasts. Once, Lani might have blushed shyly at the way he looked at her bare body beneath him. And yet, now, she only smiles in sultry satisfaction at the way his lust rises in turn with hers. He tells her in words heavy with desire that he wanted her this way every night in his bed, and that sultry smile blossoms further."Your wish is my command, my dear", she purrs lustfully in return. His lips crash into hers, mingled with his taste as well as her own, the sensation unfamiliar and yet something in it only drives her desire ever higher, a moan of pure want the wordless answer to him lost in his mouth as their tongues collide once more in a passionate embrace, though it is short-lived. His lips ravage the fiercely sensitive skin of her neck and trailing ravenously down to her chest, the fae woman's breaths ragged and rapid as she grasps when he takes a breast into his mouth while a hand pinches the pointed peak of the other. She's unable to remain still beneath him, instinctively arching up into him, shifting beneath the onslaught of pleasure upon her skin and senses."Andras...", she groans breathlessly as he shifts his attention, the fae woman shifting her legs now in restlessness as he took her ever higher on the waves of pleasure... He's sliding down her slender frame now, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach before he comes to settle between her legs once again, the fae man looking up at her devilishly before he resumes what he'd started earlier. That fire in her center roars yet again, as it had done earlier, only now it has intensified ten-fold. She hardly stifles the deep moan of delight as she feels the tension growing... growing... his tenor tones only just reaching through to her as his hand joins in the unrelenting sensations, Andras seeming to know exactly what it was her body wanted most as he continues pleasuring her, driving her closer to that climax he'd taken her to once before."Andras...!", she moans out in pure ecstasy as, finally, she falls over the edge, shattering under him. She lays there breathless beneath him, nearly desperate for oxygen as she tries to collect herself, and yet something in her craved more.

Despite how entirely weak she felt now, the fae woman props herself up on her elbows, elegantly curled blonde hair disheveled as they fall over her slender shoulders, baby blue eyes glittering with desire."Surely I won't be the only naked one in this bed tonight?", she says breathlessly, her voice sultry as she pouts blush-colored lips at him then."Besides, I'm still technically wearing clothes", she teases, wiggling her heeled feet from beneath him.