She spun about and took off up the stairs. She soon heard his footfalls behind her. She may have been older, but he was still faster. She headed in the direction of his room. He caught up with her on the sixth floor. He tackled her to the floor. He sat up on his knees, straddling her hips. He rolled her over and pinned her hands above her head.
"That was a mistake, sweet." He stood and jerked her up. She was shoved into the wall, his body pressing on hers. He inhaled deeply. "I really miss the chase; the smell of fear mixed with excitement, the blood pounding through the veins. It makes everything taste so much sweeter." He ravished her mouth. He hurriedly unzipped his pants. Raising her up, he impaled her onto his dick, her legs wrapping around his waist. His mouth muffled her cry. He thrust into repeatedly.
She tore her mouth from his. "Cadal far sibh lauigh abair seo oran talaidh dhe meinne sibh toil cadal gus madainn delt cruinnich agus grain las bhur suil," she whispered, the sleep spell weaving its way to the others. He drove deeper. She cried out. His teeth sank into her shoulder. She bit her lip, whimpering. She ripped his shirt off. Her nails dug into his shoulders, breaking the skin. She screamed when she came. His nails punctured the soft tissue of her ass, holding her closer to him. She moaned, another orgasm following the first. He growled as he exploded in her.
"That's how a hunt should end, with mind-numbing fuck." He looked down into her face. He stroked her cheek. "I really liked that shirt, sweet. Now it's nothing but rags." He ripped her skirt off her then her sweater. He carried her to his room. They were wearing nothing but a pair of leather pants and leather knee-high boots. He slammed the door behind them. He threw her onto the bed where she fell like a rag doll.
Angelus watched her as he stripped from his pants, her half-lidded eyes watching him. He ran his hands up her leather-clad calves to her thighs. He leaned down and traced his brand with his tongue. He turned her over and licked the scar up her back, pulling her up onto her knees. He scrapped his teeth across the sensitive spot on her neck as he slid into her. She moaned as he reached around and grabbed her breasts. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, tugging slightly. She trembled as she climaxed again and again, whimpering against the satin sheets. She arched her back as he raked his nails down it, leaving welts in his wake. He shuddered, spilling inside her.
Guen snuck out of bed and head to the shower. She let the steaming water pound at her battered body. She closed her eyes, enjoying the scalding sensations. The curtain was torn back. Angelus stood there in all of his naked glory. He grinned wolfishly at her.
"Tired, sweet?" He entered the stall, blocking the water.
"Just sticky. Move." She halfheartedly pushed him.
"Make me." He crossed his arms over his chest. She lifted an eyebrow up and fell to her knees. She skimmed her hands up his legs, bypassing his groin and cupping his ass. "If all you're going to do is tease, forget it."
She flicked her tongue on the underside of the head before tugging him forward until she buried her nose in his pubic hair. She scrapped her teeth along his length as he pulled out. She wrapped her tongue around him and sucked. She began to move back and forth, sucking on the way out. A fist tangled through her hair. One of her hands gently massaged his balls as the other tightened at the base of his cock. He groaned and put his free hand on the wall to support himself. She tilted her head, changing the angle of her mouth and teeth. A breath hissed in sharply. He pulled her hair until he popped out of her mouth.
With his hand still woven in her hair, Angelus tugged until she was stand up. He extricated his hand and grabbed the soap. He ran the bar over her shoulders, down her chest and across her stomach. He combed through her curls, lightly brushing her clit. He sunk two fingers into her. She moaned, opening her legs wider. He slid in and out, his palm rubbing across her clit. She grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling. Her breaths came out in gasps. She moved her hips in sync with his hand. She cried out when he remove it.
Guen felt herself being picked up and thrown over a shoulder. She pushed her hair out of her face to see the shower curtain hanging wide, letting water out all over the floor. She was set on her feet. Sitting on the bed, she scooted back until she was lying down. Angelus crawled after her. He settled his weight on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He slowly pushed into her. He rocked his hips. She lifted one leg higher, sending him deeper. She caught his lips for a kiss, her tongue mimicking his movements. She trembled as a climax washed over her. He drove forward faster and harder. She moaned against his mouth. He hooked his arms under her knees, opening her wider. He buried his head in her shoulder and inhaled the scent of jasmine and cloves. She cried out when he plunged himself deep inside her as he came.
Angel sat up in bed, holding onto his pounding head. Feeling a presence next to him, he glanced down to see Guen roll over onto her back. The sheet had fallen to reveal her breasts. He slid over beside her. He was careful to touch nothing but her arm. He shook her gently.
"Guen, wake up." She stretched, raising her arms over her head. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. She reached up and caressed one side of his face.
"Morning." She glanced at the windows. Seeing no sunlight streaming through, she chuckled. "Or should I say evening."
He touched the marks marring her skin. "What happened last night?"
"What didn't happen is the appropriate question. A little of this and a whole lot of that." She stood, revealing more bite marks on various parts of her body. The letter A on her hip looked red and angry.
"Oh God," he said as he buried his head in the pillow. Events from the previous night flashed through his mind. The bed dipped under her weight.
"God had nothing to do with it. You know, Angel," she started as she shrugged into one of his shirts. He looked up at her. "You really need to get laid more often." She strolled over to the door and opened it. "If you're worried about the whole no soul thing, turning back into Angelus permanently, I have ways around it."
He stared at the closed door. As he rolled over, a pain shot through his hip. He threw back the covers. On his hip was the letter G burnt in to his skin. He smiled. He couldn't wait for the next time.
