death incarnate & night triumphant

Watching her completely come undone by his touch, his tongue, was something he would never forget. Andras utterly lost in her taste as hooded eyes watch her back arch from the bed, gasping his name, sending a pulse of male satisfaction through him. How he delighted in his name on her lips. He pulls away, just a touch, as he purrs up at her, though she hardly has a moment to respond before he's sinking another finger into her core, stretching her. Andras can't help the subtle growl that falls from his lips, as his tongue and teeth fall on her womanhood once more. He's pumping furiously, her inner walls clamping around his fingers as he pushes her higher and higher. Lani hardly needs anymore encouragement as she falls over the edge, Andras humming between her legs, nothing more than a satisfied cat. He laps lazily at her, working her through the throws of her orgasm, his fingers sliding from her, utterly drenched. Sitting up, he traces those very fingers around her peaked nipples, eyes almost black with desire in the darkness. He teases her briefly before standing, his gaze roaming her naked body, possessively, lovingly.

He slips the heels from her feet, his dark gaze holding hers in the moonlight, trailing a finger over the arch of her foot. He drops the shoes, the sound a soft thud on the carpeted floor. He watches the impish smile curl on her lips, her gaze full of matched desire as he returns the simper. His hands finally leave her legs as he begins to undo his belt, the leather falling to the floor, joining the rest of the clothing, Lani's sound she makes has another ripple of desire shudder through him. He loved the way she looked at him with just as much wanton desire and possessiveness as he looked at her. The way her eyes trace his cut figure, her teeth finding her lower lip and biting it. It almost undoes him. He very nearly tackles her to the bed with just that small, surely unknown, motion. He refrains from doing so, just barely as the last of that abrasive clothing hits the ground and he's crawling across the bed, caging her in as he glances down at her. He searches her face for a moment, wanting to see if she would change her mind and yet, he saw nothing beyond the same emotions the wracked him.

He brushes against her, once, twice, before he reaches between them, fisting himself and guiding himself to her entrance. He presses until her so slowly, a groan escaping his lips at the sensation of her. Carefully he slides an inch in, pausing, letting her adjust before he shifts forward, finding that barrier that marked her as a virgin. He hesitates, only for Lani to beg him, another groan filling the space as he captures her lips and slams home. He can't help but snarl into her lips, Lani felt so right as he swallows up her gasp of pain, his body entirely tense as he waits, letting Lani's body process what was happening to it. He slows his kissing, panting heavily as he leans his forehead against her, glancing down at her. His face is tight with restraint as he asks her if she's okay. Her breathless yes, is quiet on his ears but he takes another long moment, searching her face, only for her to demand he move. He groans, his eyes fluttering close, "Lani," he pants, "You're going to be the death of my restraint," he growls as he pulls out a few inches, and slowly slides back in.

She was delicious.

Capturing her lips again, his movements are slow and measured for a few thrusts, before he's unable to control himself as he very nearly pulls from her entirely and slams into her. He wanted to devour every single sound she made, his lips moving against hers, in time with his thrusts. He pulls back, sitting up, dragging Lani closer to him as he lifts her legs over his shoulders, giving him a deeper angle as he pounds into her again. "Gods Lani, you feel so good," he growls, turning his head to nip at her leg, his wings flaring to help keep his balance. His fingers are wrapped tightly around her thighs, holding her in place as he continues to thrust, black gaze watching her squirm beneath him. "You are beautiful," he breathes again, one hand unwrapping itself from her thigh and reach between them to flick at her sensitive nub. "I want you to come, Lani," he growls through gritted teeth, refusing to let up on his punishing pace as he works her over, taking her higher once more. He can feel the way her walls begin to tighten around him, pleasure shooting down his spine, and as she finally lets go, Andras does too with a shout. Pounding into her over and over again, he releases himself inside her, working her through the last of her orgasm before he falls forward. Again, hands are cage her in, Andras breathing heavily as he looks down at her. He still has her pinned with his hips, still joined as he blinks open his eyes, watching her, "I love you, Lani," he whispers, leaning forward and kissing her again, lovingly, gently, the fire at bay for a moment, "I've been in love with you for awhile now."

Andras Steinhello darling