death incarnate & night triumphant

That control he had taken centuries to hone, to perfect, it was as if it did not exist in her presence. What sort of Monarch would he be if he couldn’t control himself? To stifle that desire that so rages through his body? It was a path he was trying so very hard not to take, to not fall into that pit of greed and selfishness. Not that it was a terrible thing that Andras had found someone his body and soul called to, not a terrible thing that he wanted not only something but someone in his immortality. Yet, the Fae hesitates. He can’t push himself over that edge, to take what he wants merely because it wouldn’t be fair to ask someone to inherit this life he lived, to constantly have a target on their back, never knowing who to trust. It was exhausting and each day took just a little bit more from you.

But her damn body pressed so closely to his side chases all those thoughts from him. It was as if he were nothing more than an adolescent faerie, unable to contain that want. Andras could have remained here forever, her head gently resting on his chest, his strong arms wrapped around her shoulders to hold her up. There was something comforting about having her so close and somewhere deep inside him, he could feel the fierce protectiveness, he had so acquired over these last few weeks, for Lani. The man had no desire to let her go, to watch her fade away into that human world who didn’t seem to appreciate who she was. No, Andras selfishly wanted to keep her here, though the practical side of him deems that to be a ridiculous solution. He could not very well whisk her away and hide her from the horrors of the world no matter how much he wished he could.

Andras can feel her stirring against his side, hazel eyes darting down to inspect her. It takes a moment for the woman to regain consciousness, those lashes fluttering weakly over her blue eyes. There’s concern so dancing across Andras’s features before its quickly swept away by his signature wicked grin he so constantly provided the poor woman. He notes the way she immediately realizes the predicament she finds herself in and he’s surprised to see she doesn’t push away from him, her blue eyes tilted up to meet his own. The man was far from complaining, if anything, he was delighted she remained nestled beneath his arm, pressed to his side. Listening to her heartbeat hammer wildly in her chest again, he grins at her, watching her carefully before his hand reaches down to grasp her chin gently. Tilting her head back, his hazel eyes engulf her, searching her features for that blush that so constantly colors her cheeks. The smile that she so offers him as if it were answer enough, she mumbles to him quietly as his gaze travels to her lips.

Nostrils flaring, his body stiffens slightly against her as he scents her. This damn woman. Hunger so prowls through his eyes as he strokes her cheek with his thumb, carefully caressing her face as that predatory gaze so adorns his face. He should walk away, should dismiss himself, put as much distance between Lani and him as possible. And he’s ready to do just that, he’s so very close to pulling away from her, to bidding her a goodnight when she whispers to him. The moment her gaze leaves his eyes and dart down to his lips snaps his self-control. “Lani,” he groans her name before shifting closer and pressing his lips against hers softly. An explosion of sensation so courses through him and even if he had, had any control left, the moment his lips touched hers, it was gone; just like that. He can’t help but allow a predatory growl slip through his teeth as he pulls her closer, his lips pressing against her harder, moving fiercely against her lips.

Dropping his hand to cup her cheek, his hand that was wrapped around her shoulders, slips beneath to water to brush against her lower back, pulling her closer until she’s practically sitting on his lap. He breaks contact with her for only a moment before he’s kissing her cheek, allowing a trail of kisses to follow her jaw line before he delicately plants several more on her neck, behind her ear, even affording her nip on her ear lobe. Kissing the top of her shoulder once, he quickly returns to her delicious mouth, this time seeking entrance so he might just allow their tongues to battle. Pulling her closer, he can feel his desire so roaring through him, and this time, he can feel himself harden against her, with such close proximity there would be no way to hide that form her. He was tired of fighting this losing battle, he wanted her; desperately. It was as if she were his air and he would suffocate without her. So, he continues to kiss her as if he were indeed a starving man, his hands trailing across her lower back, though he doesn’t press forward. Never; without her permission, “Lani…?” he questions, his voice guttural, hardly recognizable as it is thick with wanton lust.

Andras Steinhello darling